warnings: very suggest content and smut, so, minors DNI.
summary: ben is a very handy boy, careless of where he is, he'll just touch his girlfriend...or even better, her big boobs.
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"Ben… take your hands off me… Ben… seriously, I mean it." I turn to look at the dark-haired guy, who pouts. After a staring contest, he resigns himself to leaving his hands on my waist.
"You're bad… very bad." I can feel him rest his forehead on my shoulder and let out a sigh, making me roll my eyes and laugh. "Ben… I can't let you grope me while we wait for a taxi, next to your parents." My hand moves to stroke his hair. "They're not looking." He kisses me on the neck. "Of course, because they're uncomfortable enough to do so."
After that, Ben let go of me and moved to stand beside me, keeping his hands in his pockets. While we waited for the taxi, he chatted to his dad and sister. When the taxi arrived, Ben helped them in, then we said goodbye and went to find his car."Shall we go out for dinner or return to the hotel?" I shrugged, trying to make up my mind. "How about we go to a drive-through and then go back to the hotel?" Ben smiled and nodded, hugging me again as we walked. "That sounds good to me."
As Ben drove along the main road, his hand fell on my thigh, as it always did. But today was different; Ben was more touchy-feely than ever. "What's wrong with you today?" His gaze strayed from the road for a second. "What do you mean?" I let out a small laugh and nodded. "Yes…what's wrong today? You seem more touchy than usual, dear." Ben rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I don't know what you mean…but if it's answer your question, I'm nervous about tomorrow." We remain silent for a moment, and I take his hand in mine. "I'm sure you're going to win, Ben… I know you will." He stops at a traffic light and turns to look at me, with a slight frown and his lips in a thin line. "How do you know?" I shrug and make a grimace. "I just have a feeling, love… I know you're going to be a champion." Ben gives me a soft smile and squeezes my hand before letting go and placing both hands on the steering wheel. We were almost at the drive-through, so now the discussion was about what we were going to eat. "I want a nugget combo… Besides, you shouldn't eat so much, Ben, it'll weigh you down and you won't be able to sleep." The dark-haired guy just rolled his eyes and complained as he pulled the car into the drive-thru. "Love… will you let me touch you?" I almost burst out laughing when I heard his words and saw the expression on his face; he looked like a child asking permission to have a sweet. "Since when does Ben Shelton ask my permission to touch me?" His pout deepened, and I just rolled my eyes. "Ben…you're acting strange today, huh…" I heard him sigh and his hand returned to my thigh, this time higher than usual. "And I think I know why…" When I turned to look at him, he already had that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "What?… You won't let me have a triple cheeseburger with bacon, and you won't let me touch you either? That's not fair, love."
Once we had our food, Ben returned to the road, but not wanting to go back to the hotel, we decided to drive around while we ate, until we stopped at a parking lot so we could eat in peace. "You have to stop doing that in front of everyone…" The topic of conversation was to stop touching me so obscenely in public. "I swear I've noticed every time your father has caught you touching my breasts in the tunnel before going out onto the tennis court, Ben…" Ben's laughter was enough to cause a few drops of his drink to spill. "You're exaggerating, love… besides, he would have scolded me already if that were the case." That earned a grunt from me. "Hey, I'm being serious…and I highly doubt that Mr. Brian wants to scold you for touching your girlfriend. That's embarrassing for both him and me." Ben left aside the containers of food, cleaning his hands with a napkin a frowning at me. "Oh, come on… are you going to deny that you like it when I touch you like that in front of everyone? I've noticed how turned on you get… and wet." I scoffed, my eyes widening in surprise as much as my mouth. Ben was definitely shameless. "You have no shame, huh? You're cheeky, Ben Shelton. I can see how much you like going out on the court with a damn erection." "Oh yes, I love it… it motivates me to play better, love." "You're impossible." "And yet, you love me like shit." I let out a sigh of indignation and took the bag full of food packaging to get out of the car and throw it in the bin at the corner of the parking lot. I heard him get out behind me, laughing and calling my name. When I started walking back, I saw him leaning against the side of the car, with an arrogant smile and his eyes fixed on me. "Come on, babe...you can't be mad at that, can you?" "I'm not mad, Ben..." When he reached me, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me until I was completely pressed against him, his hands running over my back and ass. "Uh, no? … Then what?" His voice became hoarse and low as he kissed me provocatively and longingly from my cheek to my neck. "Nothing." He raised an eyebrow, almost mocking me for such a lie. "Nothing? … Well, if that's the case, I don't care. I don't like that expression on your face, baby… and I know I can make it go away." Ben's hands slid under my blouse until they reached my breasts and squeezed them until they spilled out of my bra. "Mgh… Ben… not here." He chuckled, shaking his head and leaving open-mouthed kisses now on my collarbones. "Shut up…" His hands moved down to my pants, unbuttoning them in one go and sliding his hands up until they cradled my entire buttocks. "Please…" He hummed. "Please what, baby?" I let out a moan, trying to decide between letting him do whatever he wanted or actually stopping him, but the pleasure of having him right here in this place overwhelmed me. "More… please, touch me more," I heard him groan, huskily and needily. "Ah, so that's the case now…" In one swift movement, he turned us around, now my chest pressed against the side of the car, his hands pulling my pants down to mid-thigh, causing my butt to bulge and my legs to struggle to open properly. My panties were buried between my butt cheeks and wet, forcing Ben to bend down and admire them from below. "Look at you, baby… all wet and needy." That was the cure for my complaints; he fucking me against the car in the middle of a parking lot. And it's because It didn't take long for the dark-haired guy to stick his dick in my pussy, making me let out a muffled cry as I felt his hand working on my clit and his mouth leaving marks on my neck. "That's it, baby… you're doing really well for me." If anyone was watching us at that moment, it was the least of my concerns. My mind could only process how good it felt to have Ben inside me, thrusting me against the car until I came with a muffled moan and my knees gave way. "Oh god, Ben!" I felt his hot breath hitting the base of my neck. He was mocking me, the bastard. "What a good girl."
After a few minutes, when I finally managed to recover, Ben had already put my clothes back on. He helped me back into the car and even decided to take off his beloved hoodie just to put it over my now semen-stained pants. "You're a piece of shit, Shelton…" Ben smiled and rolled his eyes, driving back to the hotel. "I know, baby… And this piece of shit is going to win the championship tomorrow just so I can fuck you again."
