โ๏ธ Summary: You're sleepy and you think Ben's pretty, the duo to save the world from endless peril! Or just cuddle, but you're not supposed to talk about that.
โ๏ธ Warnings: fluff, suggestive, comedy, swearing, mild toxic masculinity, biting (1), kinda ooc Ben (he cares about reader)
โ๏ธ Word Count: 600
โ๏ธ Rating: Mature/15+
โ๏ธ Requested by: @clemeowntine
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Ben always makes fun of you for being so sleepy, but he secretly fucking loves it.
He loves when you're so tired you can barely keep your eyes open so he has to stand beside you, keeping you up.
He does that when you're around people, Butcher and his band of fuckwits, but when you're back in his motel room alone? He's carrying you nonstop, anywhere you want to go.
It starts off as a joke, sure, he's carried you to bed a few times, but that doesn't mean anything, 'course not.
But you soon get addicted, it's the softest he ever is with you, and you crave those tender moments.
Sometimes he'll throw you over his shoulder when you refuse to leave the house, 'cause if he has to face the fucking world, he's not doing it without you. Besides, he gets a little bonus out of it too, perfect ass-grabbing opportunity.
For both of you.
He starts to care about where you are less, he'll scoop you up into his arms around the others, and tell Hughie to go fuck himself when he covers his eyes and rakes his hands down his face, maybe makes a joke about Butcher doing it for him.
He puts on the tough guy act, teasing you about your sleepy little head, fuckin' empty, but when you blink up at him, he's never felt softer inside.
The worst of it is one morning when you wake up in his arms. It's a common occurrence, but it's gotten different lately. Instead of him showing you he's not just the rough fuck from last night and he can make sure you don't fall apart the next day, it becomes more genuine. He seems to care, wanting to hold you close with no other motive than to be close to you. Maybe cop a feel.
You blink your eyes open, squinting at the sun coming in behind him. Once you adjust, you see the beautiful glow it casts, smiling blissfully as you let your gaze trail down to his lips.
You're too hazy to properly realise what you're doing when you reach up, fingertips ghosting over the soft, pink skin.
"So pretty" You mumble and he catches your wrist immediately, grip beginning to sting.
"What?"
"You're pretty, baby. Your lips, hm, so soft. Tasty"
He slowly loosens his fingers around your wrist, letting your hand fall back to where it sat before, tracing over his skin.
You trailed up along the edge of his beard, fingertips prickling against the short hairs, nails raking down his jaw as you came back down. You leaned up, leaving a chaste peck to his nose.
"My pretty boy"
He pulled your body tight against his, fingers digging into your back to the point of a slight sting, enough discomfort to crave. His face buried in your neck, leaving a half bite on your caroted.
"Shut the fuck up"
"My-" You took a breath, feeling him squeeze tighter "-beautiful" You let out a little squeak, conceding before your ribs started to fracture.
"Y'can't say shit like that, Sugar. People'll think 'm a pussy"
"Yeah? What people? There's no one here Ben"
"Still-"
"My sweet boy"
"I sure as fuck ain't sweet" He growled low, minimal bite to it.
"Fine. You're big and mean and scary, better?"
"Just shut up"
You grinned, fingers tightening into the hair at the back of his neck, getting longer and longer with each day.
"Y'know" You started, just wanting to piss him off "A real man'd have short hair"
"You're a fuckin' masochist" He chuckled, that dark, beautifully terrifying gleam in his eyes as he rolled you over, above.
SOLDIER BOY โ PLAYBOY BUNNY [NSFW + SEASON 5 SPOILERS]
Soldier Boy x fem!reader
summary: the hunt for V1 led you to Mr. Marathon's house. you thought this would go smoothly, until the weirdo admits that he used to jerk off to your old Playboy shootsโand Ben isn't happy to learn he is the only man in this whole country to not know about those.
wc: 2,681
tags: V1 supe!reader, smut, a lil jealousy, playboy bunny suit, making out, dry humping, implied size difference, fingering, p in v, orgasm control/denial if you squint, dacryphilia, one mention that reader has a bush, rough sex, doggy style, creampie
a/n: so... this took the whole month to write. this was pitched to me by @ukor02 in my comments and i just loved it so much. so sorry for the lack of content lately, life is rough lol
available on ao3
You haven't been to Los Angeles in... forever. Yet the California sun is still as hot as you remember.
"Well, this place still looks like a dump." Ben muttered as he walked next to you, boots crunching on gravel. "Just... shinier." His head tilted up to take a look at Mr. Marathon's luxurious homeโtoo white and too big for a washed-up B-lister like him. Being in the Seven for a few years really did him a favor, it seemed.
You snorted. "You say that about every city."
"Because every fuckin' city is a dump." He grumbled, before lowering his voice. "Last time we came here was inโwhat, '81?" He bumped his shoulder into yours intentionally, and Homelanderโwho was walking a step behind and looking like a sulking kid following behind his father (which, fair enough)โhad to suppress a sigh.
"Almost, '82." You corrected, climbing up the stairs to the front door.
Youโd known Ben for decades now. Seen the kid with daddy issues playing macho man after his first shot of V1 until he became America's number one tool for war propagandaโand everything in between.
"We were supposed to come back in '84 for the Olympics but... y'know. Had to go alone." You casually brought up his betrayal and alleged deathโjust a couple months before your actual last trip to LA.
"Very touching." Homelander said flatly before Ben could reply to you, reaching over your shoulder to ring the doorbell with impatience.
The door opened shortly after, Mr. Marathon's jaw going slack as he took in the three famous faces standing at his door. "Oh myโholy shit." He opened the door wider, ushering you in. "Come in, come in."
The interior was just as white and detestable as the exterior, and you couldn't help but make a face when you saw the guy's self-portait hanging in the entrance.
"Homelander, it is really, uh... reallyโgood to see you!" He stammered, vibrating with both excitement and anxiety. "Wโwhat brings you by?"
"Relax, we're just here to talk."
"Yeah! Great, awesomeโ" His gaze drifted to Ben, one hand vaguely gesturing towards him. "Soldier Boyโwow, big fan, sir. I actually, uh, popped my cherry in your Underoos."
Ben was about to dismiss this awful conversation when Mr. Marathon spoke up again with renewed excitement, his gaze turning to you.
"Andโyou!" He exclaimed with a breathy chuckle of amazement. "God, i definitely rubbed one out to your Playboy bunny shoots more times than i can countโthe pages were stuck together, i had to find another copy."
Silence.
Long, horrible, awkward silence.
Homelander looked like he was considering just lasering the place to pieces.
"...Shoots?" Ben was the first to break it, eyes narrowing at Mr. Marathon and tilting his head like he'd heard wrong. "What shoots?" His eyes then snapped towards you with not-so-subtle interest. "Playboy?"
"Benโ"
"Since when the hell were you doing Playboy?" He finally asked with a confused shrug, struggling to believe he could've missed something as juicy as this.
"Since you were busy snorting half of Nicaragua and never came back." You shrugged back, but the way he looked at you made it clear he wasn't about to let you brush this off. "It was the eighties! You did your fair share of stupid shit, too!"
He gave you a once over, completely ignoring your point. "...Full nude?" He asked shamelessly, raising a brow at you.
"Of course not!"
"They still out there?" He ignored your whining as well, already turning back towards Mr. Marathon.
"Seriously?" You deadpanned.
"Wellโi might still have a... clean copy."
โโโ
Mr. Marathon was still bleeding out on the marble floor, head crushed to pieces when Ben bent down with a grunt, plucking something glossy from under the rubble.
"No fuckin' way. He does have a copy." He muttered, thumb rubbing the dust off the magazine cover.
There you are.
Curled up on a loveseat in a black satin teddy and ridiculous bunny ears, one heel dangling off your foot while you smiled at the camera like there wasn't a single thought behind those eyes. Big hair, dramatic makeup, and a fluffy white tail to top it all off.
America's Sweetheart Finally Lets Loose!
"Oh god, burn it." You gritted your teeth in disgust, glaring at the magazine like it could bite.
"Fuck no, this is gold."
Homelander made a sound somewhere between disgust and exhaustion. "Can we focus?"
"You're insufferable." You grumbled, ignoring Homelander's complaining.
"And you were apparently more flexible than i remember." He clicked his tongue approvingly. "Jesus."
He stopped on a certain page that made him grin like a kid on Christmas Day. "Oh, now thisโ" He let out a low whistle. "Damn."
You lunged for it instantly. "Give me that!"
He jerked the magazine out of reach effortlessly, laughing as you smacked uselessly at his arm. "No no no, hold onโ" His eyes flicked over a full-page spread. "You said no full nude."
"It's not full nude!"
"There is one ribbon covering your tits."
"That doesn't count."
"Kinda does, though."
Homelander stared straight ahead with the thousand-yard look of a man questioning every life decision that had led him here, his facial tics starting to act up.
Ben kept grinning as he finally lowered the magazine enough to look at you properly, and there it wasโthat smug, annoyingly entertained look that always riled you up.
"Can't believe every asshole in America got to see this before me."
Homelander finally snapped. "Are you two done flirting over a dead body?"
โโโ
"You bought this?"
"Yeah."
You stood in your room back at Vought Tower, Ben at your side with his chest puffed out and an infuriatingly proud grin on his pretty face.
He'd been pounding on your door five minutes ago, insisting that this was an emergencyโbefore dropping a package on your mattress and demanding you open it.
You regretted it the moment you ripped the carboard open and caught a glimpse of black, shiny fabric.
"How did you evenโ"
"Spent three fuckin' hours figuring out that... that jungle website." Ben shrugged with an edge of frustration.
"WhaโAmazon?" You let out a huff of a laugh, the very entertaining image of him grumbling and cursing at a screen for three hours straight popping in your mind.
"Yeah, whatever. Site kept askin' me about cookies or some shit."
"You learned online shopping for this?" You huffed in disbelief, carefully digging through the plastic bag to pull out the costume, staring down at it with conflictโand maybe a bit of pink on your cheeks.
Fighting the internet just to see you in a skimpy bunny suit was actually pretty romantic, by Ben's standards.
"Won't you put it on, sweetheart?" He leaned towards you, hand reaching to grope the meat of your ass and head ducking down until his hot breath hit the shell of your ear. "Figure if every Tom, Dick, and Harry got the photoshoot, i oughta at least get the sequel."
You folded, eventually.
And you realized you'd rarely seen Ben this invested.
Took you in his arms the moment you walked out, changed in this bunny suitโthat you insisted was stupid and raunchyโhands all over your curves and squeezing flesh like he had to make sure this was real. They slid down to your waist again, pinching the soft skin through the satin fabric appreciatively.
"Stop making that face. Smile a little, bun." He teased, amused by how commited you were to looking annoyed despite how red your ears were turning. He could feel your body burning under his palms, flushed and squirming.
"This is not funny."
"Yeah? I think it's hilarious." He retorted, flicking the white fluffy tail on your lower back and tugging at the ears on your head just to rile you up some more. You were about to protest like you always did when he interrupted you, lips crashing hungrily against yours while he pulled you closer until there wasn't an inch left between your bodies.
You squirmed without much conviction when he steered you towards his bed, the empty package falling to the floor as he pushed it off carelessly and sat down on the edge, pulling you onto his lap.
"You're such a pretty bunny, i might just fuck you like one." He purred, gripping your thighs to keep you still. "Wouldn't you like that?"
The grumpy but slightly shaky whine you let out told him everything he needed to know. You're still embarrassed, but so damn into itโand it's exactly what he wants.
One finger hooked into the collar of your bowtie, pulling you in for another rough kiss just to draw more of those adorable grumbles out of you. He was as mean as you remembered, always trying to dominate with his tongue and biting on your lower lip whenever he didn't get his way.
His other hand slid to your hipbone, urging you to grind against him and guiding your movements while his own hips thrust up, the hard line of his erection rubbing deliciously against your clothed slit. He reached for your chest to caress one breast possessively, grunting at the way you arched your back and pressed further into his palm whenever he pinched your nipple through the fabric.
"Gettin' all excited just from a little rubbin'." He murmured against your lips teasingly as he felt you grind harder on your own, chasing more of that sweet friction as your heart pounded through your ribcage and against his hand. "C'mere, bun."
He never stopped kissing you as he maneuvered you onto the mattress, switching your positions until he hovered above you, forearms braced on each side of your head to avoid crushing you under his weightโnot that you'd mind. He only pulled back to take you in, from your flushed cheeks to the way the satin strained against your curves. So vulnerableโand fucking delicious.
"Look at you," He muttered, his voice dropping into a rough, gravelly rumble. "All red and pouty. Actin' like you didn't want this the second you saw the damn box."
He trailed kisses down your neck, leaving harsh bites and hickeys on the way to your collarbone until he nuzzled his nose into your cleavageโleaving one last open-mouthed kiss on your sternum.
"Roll over." He ordered with a nudge to your thigh with his knee.
"Really?"
"What, you ever seen bunnies go at it in missionary, smartass? Ass up." He didn't wait for you to move, manhandling you onto your stomach and lifting your hips up, bunny ears tilting forward as his fingers tangled in your hair to keep your face down. He hooked his thumb into the crotch of the teddy to pull it to the side followed by a sharp tearing sound that made you jump, mesh snapping to form a jagged hole in your fishnets as he ripped it apart.
"Fuck," He hissed at the sight of your dripping pussy, pink and puffy under that bush of yours he loved so much. "You kept bitchin' all night, but look at that. Little bunny's soaked, just waiting for the big bad wolf to tear her apart." He let out a condescending chuckle, thumb swiping through your folds as he spread your cheeks apart. He relished the way you shuddered and let your head fall forward into the sheets, whimpering softly.
"Pathetic." He snorted, two fingers abruptly breaching past your ring of muscleโearning himself a surprised little yelp. "All tight and snug." He commented, digits already curling and scissoring inside of you while his free hand tugged his pants off, his hard cock springing free from its confines.
"Hnn, Benโ" You couldn't help but whimper as he scratched that spongy spot along your walls, voice muffled against the comforter.
"Yeah, yeah. Stop complainin', you're gonna get it." He scoffed, fingers sliding out of your pussy with a wet squelch. He watched you clench around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness, wordlessly begging to be filled. "You gonna be good?" He asked, one hand sliding up your spine to tangle with the hair at your nape, fisting his cock with the other to press the blunt head of it against your slick folds.
"Yes," You nodded frantically, hips twitching with need. "Please, Benโ"
"Please what?" God, you could still hear that infuriating smirk in his voice.
"Please, nghโfuck my pussy..."
"Atta girl."
He buried himself in one harsh thrust, savoring that desperate cry you let outโsomething between a moan and a sob that made his dick twitch inside you.
"You like that? You like being stuffed full, bunny?" He drawled mockingly, pelvis pressing against your ass in a deep grind that made you whimper some more. He leaned down until his chest pressed against your back, body blanketing your smaller form.
"Yeah... you love takin' my big fuckin' cock. Always have." He pulled out just enough to make you whine, before slamming back inside you over and over again, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your pathetic, muffled cries filling the room.
"Good girl. Good bun..." He grunted appreciatively against the side of your neck, hand sliding from your nape to grip your jaw and lift your head just enough to catch a glimpse of that flushed face and those glazed over, teary eyes.
"Tโtoo muchโ" You choked out, each thrust making your body jolt forward.
"Aww, really?" He cut you off by squeezing your cheeks with his fingers a few times, thumb and index finger digging into the squishy fleshโlike you were nothing but a cute pet. "Can't handle it, sweetheart?" His movements stopped abruptly, leaving you whining and squirming at the sudden loss of friction.
"You either take it all, or get nothin' at all. And judgin' by the way your legs are kickin' for more right now, i reckon you prefer the first option." He chuckled cruelly, his free hand kneading your hip. "So, are you gonna take it or not?"
You nodded desperately, chin pressing into his palm. "No no, use your words." He nuzzled further into your neck, his beard scratching against your shoulder.
"Mmnโi'll be good... iโi'll take your cock, pleaseโ" You barely had the time to beg that he was already hammering into you again, thrusts shallow but hard, balls slapping against your sensitive mound.
"Yeah you will," He grunted while you choked on your own moans and saliva, his grip on your hip tightening bruisingly. "Like the good little bunny you are."
He didn't slow down when he felt your walls tighten and your moans turning into shaky wails, pounding into you until you finally came, gushing around him with a throaty, almost inhumane sob.
"Good fuckin' girl, cummin' so hard on this fat cockโ" He felt that familiar heat pool in his gut, thrusts turning sloppy and slightly uncoordinated. "I'm almost there, sweetheartโyou can take it."
He came with a roar, hips flush against yours as he spilled himself as deep in you as possible, holding himself there until he was empty. "Fuckโnghh, fuck..."
Your knees gave out the moment he pulled out, goosebumps rising on your skin when you felt your pussy drool with his hot, thick release. The mattress dipped next to you as he let himself collapse, one arm sliding between your waist and the sheets to pull you closer.
"C'mere." He panted, reaching to take those ridiculous ears off your head. A miracle that they stayed on the whole time. "Let's get you out of this, hm?"
He fumbled with the buttons on the cuffs, pulled the zipper down your back and tugged the torn fishnets down your legsโuntil you laid bare and dazed.
"Y'know, all those dickheads probably fantasized about this," He pulled the blanket over you, tucking you in gentler than you'd expect him to, before getting comfortable himself with a proud grin on his face. "But i can say that i got the real fuckin' thing."
Summary: Turns out Ben's not that bad at being patient. He knows it'll be worth it in the end, when you break.
Warnings: 18+!, Soldier Boy is a warning, language, corruption, religious reference, manipulation, innocence, smut (dirty talk, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, corruption kink, praise kink), I may have missed some.
Word Count: 5,193
Ben didn't need to open his eyes to know it was you.
There was a certain kind of quiet you carried. Not the kind that came from fear, or hesitation, but something softerโrepressed.ย Like your footsteps had been trained by something ancient. Something holy.
He kept still. Kept breathing slow. Let the silence stretch.
The door creaked open, slow and careful. You didn't knock. You didn't speak. But you stepped inside. And that was enough.
When he looked at you, his pulse clenched behind his ribs.
The light was dimโjust the amber flicker of a single lamp on the dresserโbut it caught on your skin like you were carved from something other than bone and breath. The shirt you wore hung off you like a relic. Swallowed you whole. It was too big. Too soft. Someone else's scent still clinging to the cottonโHughie's, maybe, or MM'sโbut the way it clung to your thighs, bunched at your hips when you moved?
You didn't know.
Didn'tย knowย you were glowing again. Not the same way you had during healing, no. This was different. This wasย hungerย disguised as shame.
And Ben? Ben nearly groaned. You walked toward him like you didn't trust the floor to hold you.
Your voice was quiet. Cracked. "I tried to sleep."
He sat up just a little, one arm draped over his raised knee.
"Didn't work?"
You shook your head. "It's louder now."
Ben's jaw ticked. "What is?"
You swallowed. "The ache."
The way you said itโquiet, almostย hurtโmade something tighten in his chest.
"Where's it hurt?" He asked, voice lower now. Rougher.
You touched your lower belly. The way you wincedโit wasn't pain. It wasย want.ย Ben knew the difference. He let the silence breathe. Let you fill it with your own need.
Ben nodded, slow. "And what were you thinking about?"
You shifted.
His voice softened. "Be honest."
You looked down. "You."
His cock twitched. Sharp. Immediate. He didn't show it.
You whispered, "I'm sorry. I just wanted it to go away."
"You came to me."
You nodded. "I didn't know where else to go."
Ben leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs. His voice dropped to something lower. Quieter.
"I thought maybe you could..." You trailed off.
He tilted his head.
"Could what, baby? Get you off?"
You shook your head fast. "Not like last time. I can't do that again."
"Didn't say you had to." His voice dropped, casual as hell. "Could just kiss you instead."
You blinked. Like the idea hadn't occurred to you.
Ben leaned forward, elbows on his knees. The smirk never left his mouth.
"C'mon. You want somethin' soft? Let me kiss you. You'll like it."
You hesitated. He held out a hand. You didn't move. You stood there, bare thighs trembling, eyes wide, waiting for permission. He held his hand outโpalm up, steady.
"C'mere, baby."
You stepped between his knees, uncertain.
"I don't want... I can't do what we did last time."
Ben nodded. "I know."
"I got scared."
"I know."
You looked up at him. "What will you do?"
His thumb traced small circles in the air, coaxing. "Nothing you don't want."
You hesitated.
He smiled. "Just a kiss."
Your breath caught. "Will it help?"
His voice was barely above a murmur now. "Close your eyes and let me show you."
You climbed onto the bed, slow and careful, and as you moved to straddle his lap, the hem of your shirt rose higherโbare skin sliding against his, andย fuck,ย you didn't even know. You weren't wearing panties. Didn't know your cunt was pressed warm and bare right against the line of his abs.
Ben inhaled through his teeth, biting it back.
You didn't notice. You were too focused on settling your knees, shifting shyly, trying to find balance.
"Is this okay?" You asked, voice small.
Ben's hands came to your thighs. He didn't squeeze. Just steadied.
"You're perfect."
You just sat there. Knees on either side of his hips. That too-big shirt rising just enough for him to see the soft crease where your thigh met your hip. You looked down at him, nervous, clutching the sleeves, and you asked:
"Does kissing really help?"
Ben chuckled low. "You're gonna ask me that when you're sittin' on my cock wearin' nothin' but Hughie's laundry?"
You blinked, startled. "I'm notโ"
His grin turned wicked. "Yeah, sweetheart. You are."
Your thighs twitched. You looked away.
Ben's voice dropped, softer now, darker. "I ain't gonna fuck ya. Not tonight."
You looked back, startled. He cupped your jaw. Tilted your face to his. "But I'm gonna make sure you dream about it."
You whimpered. Just a little. He leaned in, lips just brushing yours.
"Let me kiss you, angel. Let me show you why you're hurtin' so bad."
You nodded, tilted your head. "I don't know how to kiss."
He smiled.
"You will." He leaned in, letting the heat of your breath meet his. "I'll show you everythin'."
You blinked slowly. "Will it hurt?"
"No," he murmured. "But it'll stay with you."
You didn't understand what he meant. And God, heย lovedย that.
"Okay," you whispered.
Ben brought one hand to your jaw. Tilted your mouth up. Brushed his thumb against your lip.
"Soft," he said. "Just like breathin'."
You nodded.
Ben kissed you like he'd been waiting years to be let inside your mouth.
Not rough. Not demanding. Justย fullโslow and steady, lips moulded to yours like he was trying to carve the shape of you into memory. You gasped at first, soft and unsteady, your hands tightening around his shoulders as your body registered the unfamiliar warmth blooming low and bright in your belly.
He didn't rush it.
Didn't push.
He justย breathedย into you, tasting you sweet and slow, like he knew he could make you melt if he kept it steadyโif he didn't give you too much at once.
You whimpered. Just a breath. Just a break in your throat. And it shattered him.
Your mouth opened for him like instinct. Your lashes fluttered as he tilted your face up just a little more, his thumb still cradling your jaw, and when his tongue licked into youโsoft, coaxingโyou moaned like the breath gotย pulledย from your lungs.
Your body reacted before your brain could catch up.
Your hips rolled forwardโsubtle, clumsyโand your bare cunt dragged over the deep groove of his abs, flushed and wet andย achingย against the heat of his skin.
Ben froze. Thenย grinned.ย Wide. Slow. Smug as sin.
That's it, baby.ย Didn't even mean to, did you? Just wanted to get a little closer. Just wanted to breathe me in.ย Now look at you. Drippin' on my fuckin' stomach and pantin' like you're gonna cry.
You pulled back slightly, panting, eyes glazed, lips kiss-bitten and pink.
"IโI didn't meanโ" you stammered, blinking fast, confused andย wrecked.
He caught your hips in both hands, held you still.
"You didn'tย meanย to rub that pretty little pussy on me?" He asked, voice low and sweet like a sin he didn't plan to confess.
You whimpered. Shook your head.
Benย chuckled.
"You really don't know what you're doin' to me, huh?"
You blinked. Chest rising and falling in shallow waves. He leaned forward, brushed his nose against yours, lips still close enough to graze.
"You're sittin' in my lap with no fuckin' panties, grindin' that soaked cunt all over my stomachโand you think this is just aย kiss?"
You trembled in his hands. He kissed you again. Harder this time. Deeper. And youย meltedโwhining low in your throat, your hips twitching forward again despite yourself.
Ben groaned into your mouth, this time not holding back.
Fuck. I could come just from this. From her noises. From the way she don't even know why she's movin' like that.ย She's beggin' without sayin' a word.
When he pulled back, you were glowing againโjust barely, just under the skin. Like a candle burning through gauze. Your eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused.
"Still hurtin'?" He murmured, voice raw.
You nodded.
Ben smiled.
"Good."
He pulled back a little more, just enough to see your face. Your lips parted. Kiss-bitten. Breath coming in little gasps that didn't know where to settle. Your eyes fluttered half-shut, lashes trembling, like you were caught between waking and somethingย better.
Ben smirked.
You whimpered.
And before he could say a wordโyou chased him.ย Your mouth lifted toward his again, a soft littleย pleaseย written into the movement, like your body couldn't bear the space between you. Like you needed him to breathe.
He caught your chin. Held you just far enough to make you ache.
"Well look at that," he murmured, voice thick with heat. "Didn't take long to get you beggin', huh?"
You blinked, lips brushing his thumb.
"I'm notโ"
He tilted your face. Dragged his eyes over every inch of you like he wanted to memorise the tremble in your jaw.
"You're chasin' my fuckin' mouth, baby."
"I just... it feels better when..."
"When I what?"
Your breath hitched. "When you touch me."
Ben's smirk deepened.
Goddamn.ย This is what it's all about. Sweet little angel in my lap, drippin' on my stomach, chasin' my lips like they'll save her soul.ย I'm gonna break her open and rebuild her with my fuckin' hands.
His voice dropped.
"I can make it better," he whispered. "If you let me."
You nodded. Eager. Breathless. Like you didn't evenย knowย you were nodding.
"Say it."
You blinked. "What?"
"Say you want me to help."
"I... I wantโ" You swallowed. "Please."
Ben groaned, low and quiet andย wrecked.ย "Fuck, baby."
His hands slid down your sidesโfirm, slow, grounding. He took hold of your hips like he'd been waiting a thousand years to touch you properly.
"You trust me?"
You nodded.
Mistake. Big fuckin' mistake.
"Good girl."
He pulled you forward. Let your bare cuntย dragย along the slick line of his abs again, slower this timeโcontrolled.
You gasped. He pulled you back. Your hands flew to his shoulders, clutching. He did it again. Dragged you forward. You whimpered. Rolled your hips without thinking.
Ben's voice was a low rasp at your ear. "There you go. Let me feel that mess you're makin' on me."
You cried outโa tiny, breathy soundโandย fuck,ย he almost lost it.
He guided you again. Forward. Back. Each time, his grip tightened. Each pass, he shifted youย lower.ย Lower. Until the next drag of your hips had your bare pussy slidingย directlyย over the thick swell of his cock through his sweats.
You twitched. Whined.
He grinned into your neck. "Feel that?" He murmured, smug and dark andย so fucking pleased with himself.ย "That's what you're doin' to me, baby."
You gaspedโhigh and sweetโhips trying to pull away. He didn't let you. He pulled you back. Let you grind over him again. Let your slick soak into the fabric.
"You want it to stop?" He asked, teasing.
You whimpered, "IโI don't know."
Benย groaned, low and hot in your ear.
"God, you sound so fuckin' pretty when you don't know what you want."
He shifted under you, hips rocking up just enough to pressย right thereโright against the aching, throbbing part of you that made you cry out again.
He stilled.
"Shh," he whispered. "I got you."
And then he rocked you again. And again. Until you weren't just whimpering. You were panting. Begging. Mouth open, hands trembling, thighs shaking.
And Ben? Ben was smiling like he'd just won the fuckin' war.
Because you were panting, mouth open, eyes glassy, breath coming in sharp little bursts that hit his neck like steam. Your hands had gone slack on his shoulders, fingertips curling like you didn't know where to hold on.
Ben kept moving your hips. Forward. Back. Forward.ย Lower.
Each drag of your cunt over the thick ridge of his cock left a darker wet patch on his sweats. You wereย soakedโbare and desperate, whining under your breath like something in you was unraveling, like it hurt but youย likedย it, and you didn't even knowย why.
Ben grinned.
She's close.ย Right there. All lit up and tremblin' for me like she's never felt anything before.ย Gonna make her fall apart without ever even takin' my fuckin' pants off.
He rocked you again. Your hips twitched.
You gasped. "Benโ" you choked out. "It'sโit'sโsomething'sโ"
You tried to pull back. Tried to twist out of his hands. He didn't let you. His grip tightened. Not rough.ย Firm.
"You're fine," he growled. "You're fuckin' fine, angel."
You whimpered, eyes wide and wet. "I think I'm gonnaโ"
"Yeah," he rasped, dragging you harder against him. "You are."
You squirmed again, breath shaking. "I don't know what's happeningโ"
Ben chuckled, mean and sweet at once.
"You're gonna come, sweetheart."
You blinked, lips trembling.
"IโI can'tโ"
"Yes, you fuckin' can."
Your thighs shook. Your whole body went tight, coiled like it didn't know how to break.
Ben leaned in, mouth hot against your ear. "Don't you fuckin' run from this. Not after you came in here beggin' me to fix it."
"I didn'tโ"
"You did. You fuckin' did. You sat your pretty little ass in my lap and let me drag that soaked cunt all over me like a good girl, and now you wanna tap out?"
You cried out, gasping, your body shivering against his.
Ben's voice dropped to a hush. "Let it happen."
You whimpered again. Louder.
His hand movedโslid between your bodies, over the mess of his sweats, andย pressed. Right against your clit. Youย screamed.ย Bent forward. Grabbed his shoulders like you were falling off the goddamn planet.
Ben's grin faded. Now it was something else. Something reverent.
He watched your mouth fall open. Watched your thighs spasm. Watched your halo flicker bright behind your head like a dying star on the verge of collapse.
"Fuckin' beautiful," he breathed. "Look at you. Comin' so hard and you don't even know what for."
You sobbed. Real, breathless sobsโoverwhelmed, confused, undone.
Ben caught you. Held you to his chest as your hips jerked and rolled through it. His hand kept you grinding, slower now, dragging the last waves of heat through you until you were limp, glowing,ย ruined.
Your cheek pressed to his shoulder. Your tears soaked into his skin. Your body twitched every time your cunt brushed his cock again.
And Ben? Ben fuckingย beamed.
Mine.ย Fuckin' mine.ย Didn't even need to fuck her yet.ย And she's already fuckin' mine.
You were limp against him now. Heavy with aftershock, chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, your arms slack around his neck like they weren't yours anymore. The oversized t-shirt you wore was damp with sweat, bunched high on your hips, the curve of your ass bare and trembling in his lap.
Your halo flickered one last time behind your headโbrief, franticโand then vanished into the dark.
Ben didn't move. Didn't rush you. Just sat there, cock hard under you, sweat clinging to his chest, and held you while you came down.
Jesus Christ.ย She fuckin' did it.ย Came for the first time in her life, sittin' on my cock like a goddamn altar.ย I should get a fuckin' medal.
He let his hand driftโslow, deliberateโdown the sweat-damp line of your spine, fingers brushing through your hair where it clung in sticky strands to your neck. His other arm stayed firm across your waist, keeping you grounded, trembling and limp against the weight of his chest.
You made a sound. Not a word. Just a soft, fractured little exhale. It cracked at the edgesโthin and bewildered. The kind of sound people made when they were breakable. When something sacred had just been undone.
Ben kissed your temple. Barely a press of his mouth, like he was branding you with it.
"Still breathin'?" He asked, low and rough.
You nodded, cheek dragging against his shoulder, and your voice came hollow, distantโ"Feels like..." You swallowed hard. "Like I fell."
Ben's mouth curled into a smirk, slow and wolfish.
"Oh, baby," he said, shifting you just enough to see your faceโflushed and tear-damp, lashes fluttering like wings about to crumple. "You didn't fall."
You blinked at him. Wide-eyed. Waiting. He leaned in, brushing his nose against yours, his voice like smoke curling in your ear.
"You landed."
Your lips parted. "Is... is that what that was?"
"That," he whispered, dragging the back of his fingers along your jaw, "was your body wakin' the fuck up."
You stared at him like you were looking for answers inside his mouth. Like the shape of his words might make it all make sense. But your brows drew tight again.
"It felt like..." You hesitated, breath catching. "Too much."
Ben raised an eyebrow, smirking like he'd already known that answer.
"Yeah," he drawled. "It's supposed to."
You nodded slowly. Still stunned. Still glowing faintly. He let his palm slide up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing the warmth beneath your skin.
"Don't worry," he said, voice dipping lower. "You'll get used to that."
There was a pause. Long enough for your breathing to even out. For the weight of what had just happened to settle between your ribs like a second heartbeat.
"Am I..." you started, then paused again, lashes trembling. "Am I different now?"
Something flickered behind his eyes. And thenโthat grin.ย Not sweet. Not cruel. Justย dangerous.
"Oh, angel," he rasped, tilting your chin up with his thumb. "You're not different."
He leaned in closeโhis breath warm and tainted, like a prayer set on fireโand whispered:
"You're finally real."
A tremor ran through you. One he could feel in his lap. He kissed youโonceโslow and searing, the kind of kiss that felt like the aftermath of sin. Then he pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in.
"You were so fuckin' clean it hurt to look at you," he murmured. "All that light. All that...ย innocence.ย Like you weren't made for this world at all."
You blinked at him. Eyes wet. Silent.
"And now?" He went on, voice rough with reverence, "Now you're sittin' in my lap, glowin' all over, drippin' down onto my fuckin' cockโ"ย He chuckled darkly, licking his lips as your breath hitched.ย "โand I canย feelย you already wantin' more."
You whimpered.
Ben smiled. Low. Possessive. "Not broken," he whispered against your throat. "Not ruined."
His lips grazed your pulse.
"You'reย mineย now."
You were still trembling in his lap when it hit you.
The silence that followed your undoing wasn't peaceโit wasย pressure. Something building in your chest, a cold bloom of dread blossoming beneath your ribs. You shifted, breath catching, and Ben felt it before you said a word.
Your glow flickered againโonce, weaklyโthen sputtered out entirely like a flame losing air. You moved to pull away from him. And this time, you didn't stop.
"I have to go," you whispered, already climbing off his lap, legs unsteady beneath you.
Ben stayed still, palms resting open on his thighs, his erection still straining visibly against the fabric of his sweats. Watching you like you were some feral thing caught in the light.
"The hell for?" He asked, voice calmโtoo calm.
"I need to... I need toย pray," you said, clutching at yourself like your own skin was too loud. "I need to atone. Iโ" Your voice cracked. "I have to ask my Father for forgiveness."
Ben's jaw shifted. Something slow and sour moved behind his eyes.
"For what, angel?" He murmured. "For sittin' in my lap and grindin' your sweet little cunt on me till you came so hard you lit up like a Christmas tree?"
You flinched.
But he didn't smirk this time. Didn't mock. He stood slowly, like if he moved too fast you'd fly away again.
"Come on," he said, gentler now. "Don't do that. Don't fuckin' run."
"I'm notโ" Your voice trembled. "I justโI wasn't made for this. I'm supposed to heal. I'm supposed to serve. Not... this."
Ben stepped closer.
"You think that wasn't holy?" He asked, quiet but intense. "That sound you made when you came in my arms?"
You squeezed your eyes shut. Shaking your head.
"Iย likedย it," you breathedโbarely louder than the sound of your heartbeat. "I wanted it. I still..."
You didn't finish. Couldn't.
And Benโstill hard in his sweats, untouched, jaw clenched like the ache was carved into his bonesโjust stood there watching you. Like you were revelation wrapped in panic. An angel with blood on her hands.
His voice came low. Rougher now. Like it'd been dragged through smoke.
"You think God wasn't watchin' when you got off on my lap?" He muttered, stepping closer. "You think He covered His fuckin' eyes?"
Your breath hitched.
He didn't smirk. Not this time. Just looked at you like he was seeing somethingย breakย in real timeโand he liked it.
"Shit, sweetheart. Maybe Heย wantedย you to feel it. Ever think about that?" He tilted his head, voice dropping into something almost taunting. "Maybe He made you just toย ruinย you."
His hand came upโtwo fingers brushing your jaw like he couldn't decide if he wanted to hold you or press down hard enough to leave a mark.
"You came 'cause your body fuckin' needed it. That wasn't sin, angel," he rasped. "That was biology."
His lip curled slightly, watching you flinch like the word hurt.
"Your pussy figured it out before your brain did."
You stared at him, stunned. Lashes wet, lips parted like you'd forgotten how to breathe.
"I've never felt like this," you whispered. "Like I'm full of something I don't understand. Like I'm..." You blinked up at him. "Falling."
Ben exhaledโhard. Like your words hit something deep in him and dragged it up.
"You're not fallin'," he said, tone flat. Final. "You're comin'ย down."
He reached out. Tapped two fingers gently against your temple. The way someone might test for heat under a bruise.
"You ain't gettin' punished," he muttered. "You're just startin' toย get it." You blinked. Shaking. Halfway between terror and awe.
"I need to go," you whispered again.
Ben didn't let go of your face.
"No," he said, voice thicker now. "You need toย stay.ย Just for tonight. Just sleep. No touchin'. No fallin'. Just you. Me. Nothin' else."
"I can'tโ"
"Youย can.ย Youย will.ย 'Cause you're not prayin' tonight, angel. You're not kneelin' to Him." He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. "You already knelt toย me."
And the best part? You didn't run. You climbed back into his lap. Youย breathed.ย And just like that, the light started flickering againโsoft, faint, like a memory of grace.
You went still in his arms.
Not stiff, not trembling anymoreโjust soft. Like the panic had bled out of you, leaving something fragile in its place. A low hum where your glow had been. A pulse he could feel more than see.
Ben didn't move. Didn't dare. He just sat there with you draped over him, your breath brushing his collarbone, your skin hot from the afterglow and the shame tangled tight in your ribs. And under all of that?
You were pressed right up against himโagainst the thick, hard ache straining in his sweats like a goddamn punishment he hadn't earned yet.
Fuck.
He'd held you through it. Kept you close. Let you use him like he was something sacredโand you hadn't evenย known. Hadn't realised what you were doing, how you looked, how fucking holy it had been just toย watchย you come apart on him.
No one had ever made a sound like that on top of him. No one had ever looked like that. Like light was leaking from your skin. Like you were crying for God, but you'd forgotten His name.
And you'd done it onย him.ย In his lap, your thighs shaking, your face buried in his throat, whimpering like sin had never touched you before.
You hadn't even asked if he'd gotten off. Didn't evenย noticeย how hard he still was, how it hurt like hell just to sit there andย notย grind up into you. You'd come, and now you were quiet again. Calm. Hollowed out.
Ben's jaw ticked.
Yeah, you didn't get it yet. Didn't understand what you'd doneโwhat you'dย started. But he did. He knew what this was. It was the first crack in the marble. Tonight was the first time your body moved without asking permission from heaven. First time you reached for something becauseย you wanted it, not because you were told to give it.
And now? Now he'd just have to be patient. He could wait. He could go slow.
Because he'd felt itโright before the end, right when you'd gasped and bucked and glowed. That shift in you. The way your hands had gripped his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping you tethered.
Like you were fallingย into him.
He was gonna get you on your knees eventually. Not out of obedience. Not from fear. But because you'dย chooseย it. Because the only thing louder than your guilt would be the need he was waking up inside you.
One day you'd beg for it. One day you'd look up at him with those wide, tear-bright eyes and sayย pleaseโnot because you thought you had to, but because you'd burn without it.
He'd teach you obsession. Dependence. Desire so deep it rewrote your blood. He'd make you stop looking at the sky and start praying toย him.ย And when he finally got inside you? When you cried for the first time from being filled, not from fear? You'dย glowย for him again. And this time, you'd knowย exactlyย why.
He swallowed hard. The thought alone had him throbbing in place, still untouched, still aching.
And that's when you moved. You shifted against himโjust a little, just enough to make him grit his teethโand turned your face into his chest. Your palm rose, featherlight, pressing against his sternum.
You blinked up at him.
"I can feel your heart," you whispered. "It's beating really fast." Your eyes searched his face, soft and wide, full of worry. "Are you okay, Ben?" A pause. "Does it... hurt?"
Ben stilled.
His brain flicked through the options. He could brush it off. Could laugh. Could play it cool. But fuck that. Because you wereย already touching him.ย And your hand was glowing.
"...Yeah," he rasped, letting his voice scratch lower, rawer. "Yeah, baby. Kinda does."
He shifted beneath you, like the pain was real. Let his breath catch in his throat. Slid your hand a little higher on his chest and held it there like it hurt to move.
"Think it's actin' up again," he murmured, voice thick, shoulders tense. "Started right after you... y'know." He winced. Let the sound leak through his teeth. "Fuck. Might be somethin' wrong."
Your brow furrowed. Glow brightening.
"Can I heal it?"
Ben didn't nod. Heย achedย it.
"Yeah," he said, hoarse and low. "Just your hands. That's all."
And you didn't hesitate. You just shifted in his lapโwarm and soft and glowingโand placed both palms flat to his chest like you were about to bless him.
He barely held back a groan when your touch hit. It wasn't the heat. It wasn't the light. It was theย care. You touched him like you wanted to fix something. And that? That was the most dangerous thing you'd done yet. Because as your halo flickered back to life and your fingers moved in slow, sacred circles over his heartโ
โBen could feel his cock pulse beneath you. Could feel the pre-come leak and stick to the inside of his sweats like a sin he hadn't even earned yet.
You didn't notice. But he did. And he knew thenโclear as gospelโ
He wasn't gonna fuck you.ย Not yet. He was gonna let youย heal himย first. Over and over. Until the only thing holy left in you was him.
Your hands were glowing, pressed to his chest, fingers splayed like a blessing, like something sacred, and ChristโBen swore he could feel the light sinking under his skin. Warmth bleeding through him, golden and steady, like you were pouring your grace straight into the rot.
Andย fuck, it felt good.
It always did. But this time? This time, it hit different. Maybe it was the afterglow still clinging to your skin. Maybe it was the way your thighs bracketed his lap, soft and pliant andย innocent. Or maybe it was the fact that you were still wetโhe could feel the heat of it, couldย smellย it, slick and soaked right through the cotton of his sweats where you sat draped over his cock like some kind of fucked-up relic.
He was still hard. Still throbbing. Still untouched.
And here you wereโhealing him. Pouring light into him like he deserved it. Your voice came soft, tender.
"Just relax," you murmured. "It's okay. You're safe now."
Ben's eyes fluttered shut.ย Safe.ย He hadn't felt that word in years. Didn'tย believeย in it. But right nowโwith your palm on his chest, your breath sweet and close, your thighs cradling the bulge in his pants like you were built to hold it?
He could pretend.
And that made itย worse.ย Because your healing didn't just soothe the damageโitย riled him the fuck up.
It always had. It went too deep. Felt too good. Like being split open from the inside and rebuilt molecule by molecule. Like his nerves were lit fuses and you were trailing soft fire down every inch of him.
His hips jerked once. Just a twitch.
You didn't notice. Or maybe you didโbut you didn't understand. You kept speaking in that soft, lullaby voice. You stroked your fingers over his chest, steady, glowing, pulsing light into old scars he didn't even realise he still carried.
And Ben? Ben started to lose it.
A low groan slipped from his throat. He grit his teeth, swallowed it downโbut then your thumb brushed over his sternum andย fuck, he bucked again. Couldn't help it.
You gasped a little. Eyes flicking up, confused.
"Are you okay, Ben?" You asked.
Ben cracked a grin. Sharp. Wolfish. Filthy.
"Oh, baby," he drawled, voice rough as gravel. "You're makin' me feelย soย fuckin' good right now."
Your lips parted. A confused little breath escaped.
"I am?" You whispered.
He chuckled low in his chest. Let his hands slide to your hips, just barely holding you there.
"Yeah, angel. You are." His eyes darkened, locked on you. "You always do."
You blinked down at him, trying to understand, still glowing like you didn't know your light couldย burn.
Ben leaned his head back, letting the sound of your voice wash over him, that soft hum of concern and devotionโbut now, his hips had started to move in earnest. Slow. Subtle. Just the faintest rut upward into your heat.
You gasped again. Your hand flinched slightly on his chestโbut you didn't pull away.
Ben grinned wider.
"What's wrong?" He rasped. "Feelin' that ache again?"
You shook your head. "I... I'm not sure."
But your thighs pressed together over him. Tight. Like your bodyย didย know. He groaned again, long and low, and rolled his hips up harder this time, grinding into the curve of you like it was the only relief in the world.
"God, you're good at this," he muttered. "Feels like I'm bein' reborn every fuckin' time you touch me."
You flushed. Your lashes fluttered. And you looked down into your lap like something inside you was turning overโslow and syrup-slickโlike heat was blooming there again, thick and helpless. You squeezed your thighs.
Ben felt it. Every twitch. Every tremble. He bucked up again, harder, breath hitching.
"Shit, angel," he groaned. "You feel that? That's what you do to me. Just your hands. Just your fuckin'ย light."
He slid one palm up your spineโslow, reverent.
"You're my favourite fuckin' drug," he said, voice gone ragged. "And I don't ever wanna get clean."
His hips moved again, slow and greedy beneath you, grinding up into the heat that soaked through your thighs like sin blooming in silk. You were still healing himโyour hand pressed to his chest, glowing with graceโand he was using it. Usingย you.
"Keep goin'," he muttered, voice thick with praise and filth. "Just like that. You're doin' so good for me, baby. Always so good."
You shivered. Your lashes fluttered. You looked down againโinto your lap, where the ache had returned, thick and thudding and unmistakable.
Ben saw it. Felt it. Felt your thighs press tighter. Felt your hand tremble where it touched him. Felt the light spark againโweak but sharpโright behind your head. And God, he couldn't stop himself. He leaned in closeโmouth brushing your cheek, voice a rasp right against your ear.
"You keep makin' sounds like that," he whispered, "and next time, I'm not lettin' you come alone."
Youย gasped. Your palm faltered. Your thighs jerked. And in that moment, just for a secondโyour halo flared.
Ben felt it. Felt itย burnย against his skin. And then? He went still. Smiling. Grinning like a man withย plans. Like a wolf finally holding the throat.
a/n: PHEW. I freaking love this series so much. Literally cannot stress this enough: @tinas111, you are a fucking genius, babe.
It's gonna get worse from here on out. Christ, stg all I'm good for is writing taboo shit and smut. No complaints though, right?
Anyways, standard protocol, you know the drill... please let me hear y'alls thoughts. My warped, gross little brain and heart love it.
All the goddamn love.
SUMMARY : after a few rounds, soldier boy takes a blunt break and you discover a fetish you didn't know existed.
WARNINGS : strong language. lust. smut. unprotected p in v. under-the-influence sex. getting high during sex. creampies. cowgirling. cockwarming. shotgunning. weed consumption. second hand smoke. smoking kink. breeding kink (if you squint).
A/N : can't get soldier boy out of my mind ๐ฉ also him offering his weedโwhat a generous daddy.
Soldier Boy grunts over your body violently, the tendons in his neck visible as he finishes in you yet again. You feel his condomless dick pulse against your gummy walls and spew hot cum onto your cervix. Not that he cared before with the guarantee of abortion, but now, with modernized medicine, with his hips flush against your ass, he could fill your cunt to the brim without the promise of having to father another kid. Round after round, Soldier Boy sprayed his heavy load into your abused pussy, using you like he was a teenage boy and you were his 'special' sock. You don't mind, just hoping that one of his swimmers makes it through to crown you the mother of his unborn child.
The mattress is drenched in your mixed juices from hours of fucking, and though you're swollen and deserving of a break, you don't want one. He rolls off of you anyway, taking a beat as you catch your breath and come down from your high. You press your thighs together when his seed threatens to escape your spent hole. It doesn't matter; gravity still pushes it out, down your crack, and onto his silky sheets. He reaches over and grabs the tools to enhance his pleasure. With your eyes closed, you hear the lighter ignite before the metal case shuts. And that's when you smell the cannabis.
His puff fills your nostrils, and when your eyes open after turning toward him, you watch as he takes a drag of the blunt. He holds it in his lungs, letting it circulate before releasing it into the sex-filled air.ย Fuck, he looks sexy.ย You aren't sure if he makes smoking look sexy or if he looks sexier smoking. Whichever it is, you're thankful for his addiction.
He catches your stare and holds out his joint, offering you a hit. You shake your head, imagining taking it a different way. He shrugs, then brings his fingers back to his lips. The end of the stick glows a bright red as he inhales the marijuana before it returns dull once he stops. You move the covers, and he watches with curiosity as you ignore your shaky legs and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.
"More already? Can't get enough of my hog?" His deep voice cuts through the silence before taking another drag.
You don't answer. Instead, you place your hands on his bearded, chiseled cheeks and kiss him. Your tongue swipes his bottom lip, begging for entry as you grind down on his lap. Without wasting a beat, he opens his mouth, and the smoke floods in yours. You shut your eyes and inhale it slowly, doing your best not to choke and make yourself look like a pussy. The cannabis swirls in your head, making you delightfully dizzy, but that, too, could've been the lack of oxygen. You lean away and exhale what remains. With a flutter, your eyes open to find a huge and amused smile plastered on his face.
"Fuck, doll, just when I thought you couldn't get any hotter."
He sets the mug on the nightstand and grabs the back of your neck, pulling you down and smashing his lips against yours. You're a bit taken aback, but you kiss him just as feverishly. His lips taste like weed, and his beard painfully rubs against your smooth face, but you endure it all for him. Your fingers intertwine with his long hair, and you tug him closer, deepening the kiss. His tongue shoves past your lips and wrestles with yours, but it doesn't last long.
With a moan, you give in and submit to the infamous supe. The hand that was once wrapped around the back of your neck now shifts to your jaw. His thumb rests on your chin, holding your mouth open as he pushes you away, just enough to bring the tightly rolled grass to his lips. He takes a quick puff, aligns his mouth with yours, and blows a line of smoke into it. You feel the fast effects of the soul diesel take control.
Shotgunning wasn't something you had done before; Now you can't help but question why you hadn't tried it sooner. He takes another draw, his gaze unwavering from yours. You feel him grow beneath you, and your body responds. Wetness coats his awakening member, and if he didn't have the blunt between his lips, he'd bite his lower. His hand leaves your face and travels between your bodies, clutching his thick and lengthy cock. He swipes at your folds like his dick was a card, and your lips were the reader. Just like his money, his sex was endless: everything a girl could ever want. His teasing elicits a whimper, and without warning, he sticks his (rather large) chip in your machine.
A heavy gasp falls from your mouth, and he takes the opportunity to blow into it. Your throat burns with delight as he slides further into your spent cunt.ย The stretch tosses your eyes to the back of your head, andย justย when you think the smoke nearly suffocates you, Soldier Boy connects his mouth to yours and shoots more fumes down your esophagus.ย You breathe in sharply through your nose, desperate for air, but itโs no use; The room is filled with hefty clouds of smoke.
Your body squirms, grinding your hips in a circle, needing the friction while also needing oxygen. He shows you mercy and unlatches his lips from yours. Your heart races and your chest heaves, lungs feeling like theyโre on fire. It isnโt a resolution, it isnโt even a fix, but it sure is one hell of a distraction when his strong hand squeezes your hip as he begins to move underneath you. Your grip gets tighter, but the pull to his hair doesnโt faze him. His hips rock up into yours, causing your mouth to fall open wider.
Your body arches into him, your breasts smushing against his toned chest. He takes another drag of his spliff, and when he doesn't share, your eyes land on him. You catch a glimpse of wariness, of vulnerability, of second-guessing. He saw your moment ofย weakness,ย when the reefer hit you a little too hard all at once. If it were any other girl, any other time, he wouldnโt have cared. Hell, he wouldโve kept going, but not with you. So, to assure him that youโre fine, you place both hands back on his cheeks, inching your face closer to his before nodding gently. The second he parts his lips, the smoke floods out of the gates, and with a little push, he directs the vapor toward you.
Just like him, Mary Jane had you by the throat, making you bend at will. Man, oh man, was it fucking you as hard as Soldier Boy was. Your body moves with each thrust, his angle hitting yourย g-spotย perfectly. Between his revitalizing blow and the invigorating effects of the soul diesel, youโre no longer tired. The blend sets you on a high you hadnโt felt before, and you want moreโyouย craveย more.
This specific ganja lifts youย up, giving your energy a much-needed boost after the last few rounds, and you canโt be more grateful. You push yourself into the cowgirl position, your hands now behind you, resting on his knees for support. He retracts half his cock from your body as you lift yourself higher, his tip threatening to leave its domain. You slam down just as he bucks into you, both of you shouting from the immense pleasure of deeper. If you had any moisture left in your body that wasn't designated between your thighs, you would've teared at how far in your guts he was buried. A rhythm was quickly set, screwing harder than you ever had before. You weren't a supe; Both of you were aware there was always a limit you hit before breaking, but this time was different. This time, the cannabis numbed the pain you'll surely feel tomorrow.
It isn't long after you begin that you cease to meet him halfway. No, it soon becomes out of your control. Your body thrashes, like you were riding a bull, and you try your best to stay on. He watches your breasts bounce with every thrust, your nipples so sharp they cut the puff of smoke he continues to blow your way. Your head spins, and your hands move to his abdomen, bracing to catch yourself if he bucks you off. Moans pour from your lungs and echo throughout his penthouse, accompanied by the pornographic sound your bodies so naturally created. Surely if he were any other supe, there would've been a knock at his door, urging him to keep it down.
You feel your orgasm approaching, and the weed seems to intensify your pleasure. The knot in your belly tightens, and you know it'll be any second before the tension snaps. He sees the once white, now red, of your eyes, and he knows you're on the cusp of euphoria. The fucking pro that he is, sets the blunt between his lips towards the corner of his mouth, leaving a gap big enough to in and exhale, before finally gripping your other hip. With his feet already horizontal with the mattress, he stabs himself deeper. One, two, and on the third jab, you're convulsing on his dick like you were possessed. You cry out in both pain and overwhelming pleasure as you fly higher than you ever thought possible. He grunts out louder than all the times before, and he sprays your insides white.
His face twists as he empties his sack, almost forgetting to balance the bud between his lips as you shudder above him, milking him of every drop. The moment his hips touch the bed, you collapse on top of him, resting your head on his chest. Your heart races at a dangerous pace, but listening to his slower beat helps you find your way back. He tosses the nickel-sized joint into the cup he was using earlier, but not before taking the last hit. He lifts your chin, and your droopy eyelids barely open to see his handsome face. His thumb parts your lips, and you accept his final shotgun. One arm wraps around your body, and his opposite hand holds your jaw, pulling you closer once you exhale. His mouth devours yours, and though you do your best to kiss back just as eagerly, his power of stamina proves to be a lot stronger than the drug you took to enhance yours. Once it begins to wear off and it feels like you scooted across a rug floor long enough to get a harsh burn, he lets you break for air.
"Ever get fucked over the ledge of a 100-foot story building before?"
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The next morning showers. count: 4389 smut fingering nicknames (baby, angel)
this was bad. mark was your ex how could he get in your bed i mean you know how he did.
He wakes up first, stiff and sore from sleeping on your too-small bed. He looks down at you, still asleep and tangled in the sheets. His clothes are strewn across the floor, a silent reminder of last night. He carefully extracts himself from under you, grabbing his phone from his jacket pocket.
He stands there naked for a minute, debating. His thumb hovers over his contacts, then he sighs and puts his phone down. He picks up his boxers and starts putting them on when you stir behind him.
"Don't," he says when you sit up.
You look up at him through tired eyes and messy hair "mm mark..?"
He freezes, boxers in his hand. The sight of you like that - disheveled and sexy as hell - makes him harden instantly. He drops the boxers and turns around slowly, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest. "You look like shit,"
"Thank you" you say sarcastically "cuz I was feeling amazing"
He smirks, pushing off from the wall and approaching the bed. "Oh, yeah? Feeling amazing?" He sits down on the edge of the bed, He reaches out and gently tugs on a strand of your messy hair.
"Just peachy" you run your fingers through your hair before rubbing your face looking disheveled.
"Mhm," he murmurs, he kisses your bare shoulders, then back up to your face. "For someone who's 'peachy', you sure sound like a bitch." He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.
"Hey!" You yell at him and hit his arm softly not wanting to really hurt him but you see that smirk on his face.
He chuckles, catching your wrist before you can pull your hand back. "Careful, or I'll think you actually like me." He releases your wrist and stands up, picking his boxers back up. "I'm gonna shower."
He disappears into your bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on filling the silence. You sit there for a moment before getting an idea
He's in the middle of washing his hair when the shower curtain is suddenly pulled open. He blinks water out of his eyes to find you standing there in a tiny towel, looking at him with a mischievous expression. "What the fuck are you doing?"
You look up at him before your eyes run over his whole body. "Mm- I wanna come in.." you watch him watch the shampoo out of his hair
"Come in then," he mutters grumpily. The shower is small, so when you step in, your bodies are forced to press together.
You giggle pressing yourself on him as he groans and moves his hand to your hips to steady you.
He groans as your wet, bare skin slides against his. His arms automatically wrap around you to keep you from slipping, pulling you flush against him. "Stop fucking moving," he growls, his hands gripping your ass to still you. The water is hot, steam filling the small shower.
"no" you run your fingers up his chest moving the soap around as you feel His breath hisses out as your soapy fingers roam over his chest, abs, and lower.
He presses back against the wall to give you better access, his hands tightening on your ass. "Baby, Angel.." he says weakly, not really meaning it. You're killing him with these touches.
"mm?.." you feel his hand slowly slide down your body leaning into the feeling
His fingers parting your legs to slide between them. He finds your wetness easily, his fingers curling to press inside of you. "Jesus fuck," he groans,
I moan "mark.. mm" your fingers dig into his shoulder your nails making a mark
He hisses at the pain of your nails digging into his shoulder, but the sound turns into a low groan as you start to ride his hand. His fingers pump in and out of you slowly, his thumb pressing circles on your clit. "Fuck, Angel..."
You can't speak, you can only moan his name.. feeling his thumb and his fingers slide into you feeling only him as you wrap your arms around him
He watches your face, those beautiful lips parted and making the sexiest sounds he's ever heard. His blood is boiling over, his dick painfully hard and swaying with the movement of your body. "Jesus..." he breathes, his thumb speeding up on your clit.
"mark.. mark.. I'm gonna come.." you til your head back your knees giving out on you
He catches you easily, his arm wrapping around your waist to hold you up as you come apart on his hand. He presses deeper, curling his fingers up to hit that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Fuck, Angel..." he groans, feeling your pussy clench around his fingers.
You moan his name as his fingers move making you see stars.
content smut. mentions of fingering. in the news room. 301 words..
clark is a very submissive all you have to do his look at him and it makes him fall to his knees i mean you were very very pretty and he just couldn't handle it he could barely speak when he was around you every time you held his hand or kiss him goodbye he melts into you it was pathetic well he thought it was pathetic he would mix up his words anytime he saw you in his hoodie or just standing there. very pathetic.
you had him trapped in the news room walking closer to him as he kept backing up "i-i don't think we should do this.."
"do what?" you smile at him and look up at him.. he hits the desk with his back and you push him on it and kiss his neck so so softly "mm you smell so so good" his eyes shuttered closed before you bit him and his eyes open back open.
"oh my go- baby we can you shouldn't- i can't." he tilt his head back as you bite him again he covers his mouth trying to not let a moan out. "i need you so bad.."
he slides his hands down to your ass and he grabs it harder as you groan feeling his hands "clark.. i'm supposed to be teasing you not the other way around..." you say groaning into his neck "mmm.. well it's my turn..." he slides your underwear to the side and he feels how warm and wet you are... "mm all this for me?" he slides his two finger up into you cruling them just right.
he sees and hears you about to moan and he kisses you making the moan softer "mhmm" he hits that one sweet spot over and over. "clark-"
