i havent seen the movie(obsession) myself but ive seen some scenes from it and it made me think back to ddlc, and how yuri acts! it isnt the same but it was similar enough for me to feel inspired!
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SUMMARY: BEN likes having control and driving people crazy, in more than one way, of course.
CW: Overstimulation, Edging, Vibrators, Erotic electrostimulation, Vaginal fingering, Face slapping, Implied multiple orgasms, authors first time finishing a smut so results may vary
WC: 1.1k
A/N: I was giggling and kicking my feet when writing this LMAO. I always thought the idea of BEN shocking yn a bit during sex was sooooo good but I could barely find fics with it??? That's what inspired this and I found the wip after a while and I decided to finish it. Nervous abt posting it but you only live once
If there was one thing anyone could say with certainty about BEN, it was that he loved control.
Not just in the casual, surface-level way most people did. Of course not, it's him after all. He savored the way people unraveled under him, how they squirmed, how their composure cracked piece by piece until there was nothing left but raw, visceral reaction. He liked being above them, liked knowing every tremor, every broken sound, every helpless glance was because of him. And, eventually, they became shells of what they were, pliant and mendable in his hands. What he always wanted out of all this was clear however, he wanted to see the life drain from their eyes eventually after all the fun.
That kind of power gave him a rush like nothing else quite could.
Well…almost nothing.
You shifted restlessly on the bed, the sheets twisted beneath you from how long this had been going on — minutes, maybe hours, you weren’t even sure anymore. Time had dissolved into pure sensation. Your thighs were slick, the evidence of it smeared against your skin and soaking faintly into the fabric beneath you. Every nerve felt exposed and raw, heightened to an unbearable degree.
You turned your head away, trying to escape the weight of BEN's gaze; the sharpness of it, the way it seemed to pin you in place more effectively than his hands ever could. It was too much. Too intense. Almost suffocating.
Your chest rose and fell unevenly, breaths catching between soft whimpers. Tears clung stubbornly to your lashes, blurring your vision, born from a confusing mix of pleasure and pain. You didn’t even know what you wanted anymore. More? Less? It all tangled together until it stopped making sense.
The moment you looked away, his hand was on you.
Firm fingers wrapped around your chin, forcing your face back toward him with little effort. At the same time, the vibration pressed against your clit intensified, just enough to make your entire body jolt.
“I thought I told you something about looking away?”
His voice was calm, almost conversational.
A quiet “tsk” left him when you didn’t respond immediately. His grip tightened.
“And I’m not hearing an apology either.”
“I—ah—… I’m sorry,” you stammered, your voice breaking under the strain. “I’m sorry, BEN. Please, just—…less… I can’t—ngh—!”
The plea dissolved into a helpless sound as another wave of sensation crashed through you. Your thoughts were slipping, fraying at the edges.
He only smiled with amusement at your reaction.
BEN's hand left your jaw, but the absence of it didn’t feel like freedom, it just made you more aware of everything else. The build-up inside you was reaching a tipping point again, that familiar tightening coil threatening to snap. It hurt. It burned. Your body was trembling from it, overwhelmed and sensitive.
And just as it crested—
He pulled the vibrator away.
The absence hit you like you got your head out from the water. A helpless, desperate whine tore from your throat before you could stop it, your hips twitching, trying to chase what was no longer there.
“I thought you didn’t want any more?” he murmured, voice soft with mock sympathy. “You know I’m only trying to please you. Even if that means stopping.”
There was a quiet laugh beneath his words, the kind that made heat crawl up your spine whenever you heard it.
“Look at you,” he added, tilting his head slightly. “You’re crying.”
Only then did you really register it; the warmth on your cheeks, the dampness trailing down toward your temples. Your breathing was uneven, your body still trembling as you weakly shook your head.
“You’re an…ahh…asshole,” you managed, the insult barely holding together.
“Oh?”
His brows lifted, interest piqued rather than offended.
Instead of responding verbally, his hand moved lower. Fingers brushed against your slick heat, deliberately slow as he gathered the evidence of your arousal, using it as lubricant. Then he pushed two fingers inside you.
You gasped sharply, your back arching off the bed as your body welcomed the intrusion far too easily. He didn’t rush it — to your surprise — instead he worked you open slowly. Each thrust drew out quiet, obscene wet sounds, accompanied by the broken rhythm of your moans.
When he curled his fingers in, your vision flickered, your breath catching as pleasure sparked through you like a fault line cracking open. It was too much. Too good.
He noticed. Of course he did. That bastard knows your way around your body so well it makes you embarrassed at times.
A low chuckle slipped from BEN, his thumb finding your clit again, but this time, instead of immediate pressure, there was something else. A sudden, sharp jolt.
You cried out, your body jerking involuntarily as the sensation shot through you. It wasn’t quite pain, not entirely — but it wasn’t purely pleasure either. It was something in between, literal electricity that made your nerves light up in a way you couldn’t quite process.
“Sensitive?” BEN murmured, watching you carefully.
Before you could answer, it happened again.
This time you were ready for it — or at least, more aware. The shock melted almost instantly into something else, something that twisted low in your stomach and spread outward in a wave of heat. Your moan came easier this time, trembling and unsteady.
His fingers resumed their rhythm, deeper now, more deliberate. His thumb switched with the fingers of his other hand, now that he rubbed your swollen clit with them, it was much more intense.
Ben watched you closely, drinking in every moan, every gasp, every little expression you've made.
He sped up his pace now, pumping into you. Occasionally sending another small jolt through your already oversensitive body. Each one pushed you closer to the edge, tightening everything inside you until you felt like you might snap.
“Good girl.”
The praise sent a shiver through you, your hips lifting instinctively, chasing more friction, more sensation. You were aching for it now, desperate despite everything.
And this time he let you have it.
The climax hit hard, crashing through you like a breaking wave. Your voice dissolved into helpless, sobbing moans as your body clenched tightly around his fingers.
BEN didn’t stop immediately. He slowed, drawing it out, guiding you through every aftershock until your body finally began to come down from it.
Only then did he withdraw his fingers, bringing them to his mouth.
You were left limp against the bed, completely spent. Your chest rose and fell heavily, skin damp with sweat, tears still cooling on your cheeks.
For a brief moment, there was quiet and stillness. That was until he lightly slapped your cheek.
“Come on,” he hummed, voice low, almost indulgent. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Your stomach dropped slightly, anticipation and dread twisting together again.
“I want you to beg me to stop.”
And before you could gather the breath to protest, that familiar crackle sparked against your sensitive skin once more.
Callout doc for Umishiqu on tumblr, Twitter, and Tiktok.
Hey guys i dont post anything here but like this went from a simple disagreement doc rant to let out our frustration and pissed-ness for our friend in silly behavior almost while still talking about why what they said and did was wrong but now it developed to making fun of yumes, to calling any white yume a racist for stating a fact about jamil’s lore and threatening bodily harm towards one of my friends over a tweet that simply stated what was wrong. Like its really disturbing how they acted towards a minor, whos freshly 17 mind you, being 20 years old.
Update post a few hours making this, we will now be adding documented shit at the bottom of what you say that is honestly pretty disgusting
Callout doc for Umishiqu on tumblr, Twitter, and Tiktok.
Hey guys i dont post anything here but like this went from a simple disagreement doc rant to let out our frustration and pissed-ness for our friend in silly behavior almost while still talking about why what they said and did was wrong but now it developed to making fun of yumes, to calling any white yume a racist for stating a fact about jamil’s lore and threatening bodily harm towards one of my friends over a tweet that simply stated what was wrong. Like its really disturbing how they acted towards a minor, whos freshly 17 mind you, being 20 years old.
Update post a few hours making this, we will now be adding documented shit at the bottom of what you say that is honestly pretty disgusting
