World's Best Pervert
Ben Starling x fem!reader
CW: (peeping, masturbation, panty sniffing, getting caught, teasing, sneaking out, porn with very little plot, ben is a complete perv and reader encourages it, dry humping, dirty thoughts)
Word count: 2.6k
Day five of ani's austin abrams week
It was always a hassle for Ben to manage to bag a girl from school. Mostly because of the whole Bloody Ben fiasco. Ben struggled when it came to the dating department. Sure, he could get laid with other girls not from school. But at this point, it was getting sad. Radar was with Angela, Quentin was still hung up on Margo.
But Ben?
No girl wanted him.
No-one who was willing for at least a somewhat serious relationship.
Not until you moved in.
But goddamn, you intrigued him. Plus you lived right next door. Your bedroom window was across from his for Christ's sake! You two were practically married with the amount of times you've seen one another naked due to a lack of awareness when it came to the blinds or curtains.
Ben could recall the first time he ever saw you in a state of undress. And it made his blood pump with arousal and his dick twitch to life.
Your breasts resting so perfectly in the lacy garment, practically begging for Ben's attention. The hemispheres of fat were encased in the sheer balconette bra, almost spilling out of the top. The soft skin looked so supple, so squishy. He wanted to shove his face between them and never come back up for air.
The teen would die a happy man between those tits.
Ben sat on the floor in front of his window, his fluffy mop of hair peeking out as he watched you get dressed. His heart thumped in a fast pace, his hips stuttering while his cock twitched and drooled. His nose was buried into the gusset of your panties, practically inhaling and huffing it.
He paid plenty for this damn thong.
~
”Okay kid, ten bucks and a popsicle from the ice cream truck, you go get me that little pair of pink underwear from your sister's room. Yeah?” Ben stared down at the little six year old sitting on the driveway, vandalizing the pavement with chalk.
She looked up at him with those big innocent eyes, “Why?”
Ben crouched down in front of her, glancing to the side before lowering his voice. “Because I need them for a project.”
As in project, jerking off until his dick was raw. Maybe those Bloody Ben rumors would come true. Six years later of course.
“What kind of project?” The little girl stared up at him with suspicion, obviously not folding so quickly.
Ben sighed, before smirking a little, “I'll give you my super lucky six leaf clover.”
“Deal. I want one of the SpongeBob popsicles.” she nodded, standing up and walking back to the house.
Ben stood up, pumping his fist in victory and letting out a little exclaim of excitement, before going quiet when he saw the odd looks he got from the neighborhood kids at the ice cream truck.
~
Ben let out a soft groan, watching you drop the towel, you bare ass and back coming into view. His cock twitched, balls already tightening as his impending climax stalked closer.
You could feel his eyes on you, just encouraging you to give the cute perv a nice little personal show. A soft sigh tumbled out of your lips, hands finding residence on your hips, fingers dimpling the soft flesh of your ass.
Bending over a little, you gave Ben the perfect tease of your cunt. Digging around the drawer, you didn't really have a reason. The bottom drawer of your dresser was empty, so you were just pretending to riffle through it. Just to give him the perfect fuel.
You weren't a stupid girl. You knew exactly what you were doing. And it turned you on so damn much. The thought of this cute boy stroking himself to sleep to the thought you? It gave you so much confidence.
The way those greys followed your every move. The way he thought you couldn't feel his burning gaze on you. It was silly, honestly. You could feel every ounce of his desire through the windows and past the side yards. It was intense. And it made you want him even more.
Ben bit back a whimpered moan, eye squeezing shut, one desperately trying to stay one to linger on the sight before him. “Oh god…feels s’good…”
His breathy moans filled his bedroom, cock kicking and twitching while he finally closed his eyes. Your puffy pussy burned into his mind as he tried to bring himself to an orgasm.
All he could think of was your cunt wrapped around his cock. Gripping him like a lifeline. Your moans and gasps in his ear. Nails dragging down his back. Legs thrown around his waist as his hips hump against yours.
Ben let out a tiny squeal, your panties muffling the sound as his eyes crossed behind his lids, and his cock spurted ribbons of white. The seed stained his wall and knuckles, his breathing fast and unsteady and he stroked himself through the intense orgasm.
Eyes fluttering open, he caught sight of you getting dressed with your back to the window, before you glanced over your shoulder and sent him a small smirk. Ben's eyes widened, scrambling away from the window, sweats still around his knees while he laid on the carpeted ground.
His eyes stayed on the ceiling, heart rattling in his chest as he tried to come to a conclusion on what the hell just happened. His left hand still clutched your panties, right sticky with cum as he dragged it down his face before grimacing at the wet feeling.
“Ugh!” Ben exclaimed quietly, wiping the seed off of his face with his forearm. “Great. Now she knows I'm a fuckin' perv.”
Ben's mind went back to your little grin, and it made his heart start to race again when he realized that maybe you…enjoyed the fact that he was a pervert for you. That he got off on you. On just the sight of you. The mere thought of you sent him into a spiral and his cock harden.
“...great job, Ben.”
~
You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a small, smug grin. That boy liked you. A lot. It did feed into your self confidence. It made you feel like you could do anything. You had a boy jerking off to you from his window for crying out loud.
You could barely recognize your hand slipping into your panties, fingers dancing through your puffy folds and dragging the hot slick up to your clit in gentle circles. A gentle moan left your parted lips, eyes fluttering shut while you imagined Ben touching you.
His touch would be so eager. So eager to please. Almost ecstatic while he tugged your panties down your legs, probably pocketing them in his back pocket. His eyes blown wide with lust and excitement, cock throbbing in his jeans while in perfect tandem with his racing pulse.
He'd leave kisses all over your shoulders and neck while playing with your sweet cunt, pinching your little clit in time with each little nip on your pulse point.
You let out a soft moan as you thought about it all, hazy with arousal with your eyes opened a little, bottom lip caught between your teeth while you imagined vividly.
You could recall the first time you and Ben ever spoke.
~
Ben held the envelopes in his right hand, walking up to the new neighbor's house. They had just moved in. A family of four. Two parents, two daughters.
His mother sent him on a little errand to go give the mail to the neighbors after it ended up in their mailbox by accident. Ben skipped two of the porch steps, almost bouncing up them while he came to a stop in front of the door.
With a little hummed tune, the teen pressed the doorbell, waiting for someone to answer.
Ben's thoughts trailed off to nothing of importance, but got yanked out of them when the door opened. His breath hitched in his throat, cheeks heating up and turning a light shade of pink when you came into view.
“Can I help you?”
God, even your voice sent shivers down his spine, making him shudder a little.
Ben cleared his throat, flashing a nervous, yet charming smile. “Um, your mail was put in our mailbox on accident. Uh, here.”
The boy awkwardly held the mail out, waiting for you to take it. His heart raced when your hand reached out and grabbed the view envelopes from him.
“It's mostly junk mail.” Ben blurted, completely outing himself that he read your mail.
“Oh? Didn't your momma teach you it's impolite to read others' mail?” you teased, voice low with a small grin on your lips.
Fuck.
Ben shifted, trying to ignore the small throbbing in his boxers, “Y-yeah. Um, sorry. Jus' curious about who the new neighbors are.”
You gave him a small reassuring smile, “It's fine. Not my mail anyway.”
Running a hand through his fluffy locks, Ben awkwardly laughed, “Yeah yeah. Erm, I'm Ben. Ben Starling.”
Ben's heart leaped when you introduced yourself, before giving him a soft smile.
“I'll see you around, Ben. Thanks for the mail.”
“N-no problem!”
~
That next day, Ben was hiding in his room. Away from the world. Away from all civilization. He felt so stupid and gross. You caught him watching you while he masterbated. Ben wanted the ground to open up under his bed and swallow him whole.
He was very humiliated, but also so curious to know if you liked him back or not. Maybe you wanted to fuck. Or maybe you wanted to date him. The thought of dating you made Ben's heart skip several beats and his hands clammy. That was the outcome he was praying for.
An annoyed groan left Ben's lips as he dragged his hands down his face, curling up into the fetal position over his comforter. His bed was always a safe space where, usually, he felt the most comforted. But now it was just painful. Knowing that the window was just right there. The one he was watching you out of late last night.
Ben rolled onto his back, eyes fixated on the familiar ceiling he'd stare up at during all those late nights of self pleasure. Being a teenage boy was rough sometimes.
“She probably thinks ‘m the grossest guy ever now.” Ben murmured to himself, trying to ignore the tears welling in his eyes at the mere thought.
'she probably thinks I'm the grossest, most disgusting, most scum of the earth guy–’
Ben got pulled from his thoughts when his bedroom window opened, making him nearly jump out of his skin. His eyes quickly darted over to the other side of his room, heart dropping into his stomach when he saw you climbing into his bedroom through the window.
“W-what are you–”
You cut him off, crawling into his bed and over his limp form. You stared down at him with a small sultry smirk, breasts almost spilling from the thin, sheer nightgown that did nothing at all to the imagination. And god if it didn't make his heart race in his chest.
“...I caught you last night. Playin' with yourself and watching me, sweet boy. ‘m not a stupid girl.” you hummed, sitting on his lower tummy, knees on either side of his hips while you rested your hands on his chest.
Ben just stared up at you with awe, mouth agape in shock and pure adoration. He couldn't help but drop his gaze down to your breasts, cheek turning a darker pink.
“...um…oh god. Are you mad? O-or grossed out?” Ben couldn't help but whimper out, eyes dancing back up to your face from your bust.
“No? Not everyday you get a cute as hell boy jerkin’ off to you.” you purred, giving his nipples a gentle pinch through his pajama shirt.
Ben let out a soft gasp, hips stuttering under you while the gentle pinches sent shocks of ecstasy down from his chest to his toes that were curling in his socks.
His head tipped back against his pillow a little, soft moans slipping past his lips while you tweaked the pebbled buds. It felt amazing, it was like he was on cloud 9.
A soft laugh left your lips, almost taunting Ben's ears as he succumbed to the tingles of pleasure that practically shocked his hips. The whine that tore out from Ben's throat was damn near pornographic. Your hips rocked, grinding your bare cunt against the growing bulge in his pajama pants.
Ben had just realized you weren't wearing any panties. A choked groan slipped past his lips, eyes rolling back into his head while he pushed his hips up, trying to get your cunt all over his pants and boner. He was absolutely going to be sniffing these damn green sweats and fucking his cock.
You let out a soft moan, enjoying the most delicious rub against your clit. You could feel the throb of his hard-on pounding in time with the throb of your swollen nub. It felt glorious. His hips stuttering and bucking up against yours, cock weeping and making a mess on the inside of his underwear.
“You're so hard, baby.” you cooed, giving him a small smirk while you lazily ground on him. Ben just watched, or tried to, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds while broken moans and gasps slipped past his lips.
He was so cute. Still caked in a small layer of baby fat on his red, splotchy cheeks, a dumb little smile across his parted lips, long lashes fluttering and casting gentle shadows on his cheeks. He was so sweet, and whiney.
Ben just nodded, unable to babble anything coherent, just whined moans. He was going to be so fucked out after this even though he was just getting humped by a girl. Sure, he couldn't quite feel it through his pants and underwear, but it felt so good. The fact that your wet pussy was against his bulge, that you were even wet for him in the first place.
It was so surreal.
Your fingers tweaking his nipples, pretty cunt using his dick as a toy for pleasure. It was driving him closer and closer to the teetering edge of pure ecstasy. His balls drew tight, signaling the impending storm of his climax. The coil that rested between your hips worked in time with him, the two of you so close. Painstakingly close.
With one final rub and thrust of your hips, you clenched his shirt, eyes squeezing shut while you rode out your orgasm. Ben quickly followed, painting the inside of his briefs with cum as he let out moans and whimpers of your name, all mostly broken with little hiccups.
As the two of you slowly started to come down from the core rattling climaxes, Ben's eyes slowly opened, greys landing on your face, lips parted as you softly panted. Ben's cheeks were turning pinker and pinker as he realized what had just happened.
He just got humped by the girl next door. By the girl he's been pining and lusting after. This was awesome.
You gave him a small broken grin, pulling away from him and standing on wobbly legs. “I'll see you tomorrow night, baby.”
You shot him a small teasing smirk before walking back over to the window, tossing a leg through and making sure to give him a little flash of your pussy.
Ben sat up on his elbows, watching with wide eyes as you slipped back through his window. “...tomorrow?”
Ben let out a surprised little chuckle, in awe of you while you closed the window. “...oh my god. Tomorrow.”
