dean winchester being the type of man to push his thumbs into the dimples of your lower back to see u arch ur back for him and it makes ur knees go weak 😵💫
Mmmm yeah he is
He's fucking into you deep from behind, the pressure making your back start arching like a cat.
"C'mon, pretty. Jus' relax f'me," dean said, voice slurred with pleasure. His thumbs found the dimples of your back, gently pressing the buttons to guide you back to where he wants you. "There you go. Just gotta relax and take it."
The rough pads of his thumbs soothed at the indented skin, the friction feeling intimate enough to compete with the drag of his cock.
"Dean," you whimpered, the softness of it all making you melt into the mattress.
"I know, baby," he said, pausing his thought to place kisses all along your spine. "Just feel it."
Tears brimmed at your lids, not because of any pain or hurt but because of the tenderness. His, Dean's, huge, strong hands splayed out around your hips, the knuckle caught in the divot in a way that made chills skate all along your body.
"You're my perfect fuckin' girl, you know that? Every last dip and curve. And it's all fuckin' mine."
♱ ... dean winchester ... ♱
18+ MDNI
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"Yeahhh you just like to take it, huh. Fucked so dumb and deep all you can do is drool on my hand."
You moaned against the palm he had pressing against your mouth to muffle your whines, completely immobilized by the press of Dean's body against yours. His mouth was hot against your ear, forcing your eyes to meet his regardless of the strain. His cock slipped into you easily, the angle and your slick making his head catch on your spot with every thrust.
"So fuckin' cute like this. Actin' like a brat when all you wanna be is daddy's little girl."
So this is what you get for acting a little too needy, acting like he doesn't treat you right. You were just trying to have a little fun, coax him into fucking you hard on the couch, but after he didn't bite... then it was personal. All day, making goading comments, acting like you don't have a man that caters to your every whim and whose favorite activity is being nose deep in your cunt. Dean didn't like that very much, but was happy to play dumb enough that you'd get yourself into some real trouble. Fucking spoiled, is what you are.
Your hips bucked, trying to escape the deep pressure of his cock.
"Nuh, uh, sweetheart. This is what you wanted, right? My cock and my attention? Well now you fuckin' got it."
It felt like he was touching you everywhere, his voice sending vibrations through your ear and down your throat. When your feet started kicking up, trying to wiggle free from the stimulation, he widened his legs, locking his ankles above yours to keep you still. All of his body weight landed squarely on you, and the warm hug of restriction slowly soothed your body into submission.
"Yeah, there you go, honey. Not so smart now," he cooed, still bullying your pussy. "Kind of pathetic how easy it is to shut you up, how quick you give in. Just takes a couple inches of cock."
Your eyes rolled back, too fucked out to protest that what he's giving you is a little more than a couple inches. Your mouth went slack in his hand, and feeling your pitiful little gasps against his palm only spurred him on.
"What? Got nothin' to say?"
You moaned, the drool leaking out of your mouth becoming evident when he switched his grip to your neck.
"How about 'thank you, daddy, for treating me exactly how I asked you to.'"
The words came out embarrassingly slurred. You fought your way through, trying to show him you are appreciative of the way he is claiming you right now. Every part of you feels like it's his when he fucks you like this. Not just the position, but the way he's showing you that he'll always give you exactly what you need. His hand snaked around to play with your clit. You felt yourself gush around him, impossibly more pliant underneath his strong body.
"Can you take a little more f'me?"
Without waiting to hear your answer he slid his middle finger in alongside his cock, groaning into your ear when he feels you stretch around him. His long digit rubbed at your spot, as if he wasn't hitting it before, and you felt him smile into your neck at the way you thrashed underneath him.
"C'mon, honey. I'm just givin' you what you asked for. All you gotta do is cum out some of this attitude and we'll call it even."
His fingers prodded at you relentlessly, his cock still shoving it's way in. All the fight left your body when his thumb started circling your clit.
"Yeahhh, that's all you needed, huh? Pussy just needed some of dad's attention." He drew the pleasure from you in pulsing waves, your cunt fluttering around his finger and cock as he fucked you through it. "There you go, honey. Cummin' around dad's cock like a good girl." His thrusts stayed unhurried, enjoying the feeling of your warm, spasming pussy. The only sign he was getting close was the way he started babbling, his filter and restraint completely gone.
"Love fuckin' this little pussy honey, sucks me in all nice even when she's pretending to be a fuckin' brat. Know just what to do to get her all warm 'n welcoming. Need to fuck her more to teach her how bad she needs her dad's cock. She should feel empty whenever I'm not fillin' her up to the brim. Need'a get a little plug to keep her all full've my cum even when I can't be there for her. Gonna breed her nice 'n deep so she can't forget who she belongs to, who she's gotta listen to. I'm gonna-- fuck."
You felt him paint you deep inside, his grip on your neck moving back to lock around your mouth. He fucked back into you, groaning when a little bit of his spend dribbled out.
"Remember how you feel right now next time you try to say I don't treat you right."
Dean's hand didn't move from your mouth, and you had a feeling it wouldn't until he decided he was done with you.
Idk if soldier boy would actually care if you smoked, but if he did, he would do some vile shit if he caught you.
♱ ... soldier boy ... ♱
18+ MDNI
“Don’t put it out.”
You blinked up at him in confusion from the siding you were leaning on, surprised he wasn’t snatching it from you and putting it out on his hand.
“Take another drag doll, hell, light one up for me.” You slid one out of your fresh pack, timidly holding it up to his lips. He grabbed it and the lighter, taking a deep drag. “Doesn’t do shit for me but I know you like watchin’”
You nodded slowly, a soft smile appearing on your face now that you know he’s not mad. You finished your cigs together in silence, and you stubbed yours out, ready to head back inside.
“Smoke another with me.”
You laughed nervously, already feeling keyed up from just the one. “I’m okay. You’re welcome to another if you want it though.”
“I said, smoke another with me.” He turned to you, and had that look in his eye you had learned to be afraid of.
You cautiously grabbed another from the pack, taking much shorter drags this time and trying to let the smoke escape from your lungs quickly.
“I can hear what you’re doing. Smoke ‘em how you normally do.”
A headache formed as you kept taking hits, and by the time you were done you had a nauseous pit in your stomach.
“Can we go inside now?” you asked timidly, hoping he was done with whatever point he was trying to make. “I’m cold.”
His gaze locked with yours, cocky and mean. “Another.”
“Please?” you tried again, your brows knitting together.
“Unless you want me to fuck that ass raw you’re smokin’ another.”
Two more later your vision was woozy and you felt sick to your fucking stomach.
“Had enough, doll? Still feel like smokin?’” he asked, looking down at you.
“Yes,” you said, not remembering when you had sat down against the side of the house.
“Oh she still feels like smokin’? Light up another for me then.”
“No, I meant I’ve had enough.”
Ben squatted down to look you in the eyes when he said “then say that next time I ask.” He put one he had already lit between your slack lips, hand firm on your jaw to keep your mouth closed. “Another.”
Tears leaked down your face as you inhaled, blowing the plume of smoke right in his face just to spite him.
“That’s how it’s gonna be? Was gonna let you be done after this but now I got one more with your name on it.”
You pounded your head against the siding, hating this, hating him.
“Just doin’ what’s best for ya, doll. Good luck trying to smoke after this.”
You didn’t even consider yourself a smoker. You always had a pack on deck, but only bought a new one every few weeks. Surely not often enough to warrant this.
He shoved the next one in your mouth once you were finished, a sick smirk on his face. “If you behave, this is your last one.”
You got about halfway through before you turned to the side and vomited. With those damned reflexes, Ben already had a grip of your hair ensuring you didn’t get anything dirty. You cried, feeling disgusting and woozy, the taste in your mouth borderline toxic. Ben pulled you into his arms, pressing your face against his chest while he carried you inside. You pounded on him a couple times, pissed at him for being a fucking asshole, but you felt too dizzy to do anything more than that.
“Doll, I told you I don’t want you fuckin’ smokin’. Next time, hell, if you can even stand to look at ‘em, tell me and I’ll make you cum it out.”
Dean using all that lean, tan muscle to push your body to its limits. “C’mon, baby. Big stretch for me. Promise that pussy is gonna feel nice and warm when your legs are all loosened up.” He had you lying on the couch with your knees close to your ears like he was gonna fuck you, but his boxers were still on and the only contact he was giving you was his large hands pressing at the back of your knees. “I know you like it better when your legs are too sore and stretched out to do anything, pretty.” Gazing lovingly in your eyes and pushing down on your thighs hard enough for your head to start pounding, he told you “You’re like one of those little plastic frogs that you push down on to make it jump. But instead of jumping you squirt all over me because I stretched you out too good for anything else.”
Like he said, with each press of his hands your cunt got even warmer, when you felt yourself dripping down your crack your legs kicked a little, trying to tell Dean without words that you needed him. “Don’t start actin’ like a brat now,” he said, shifting his grip to your ankles to involve your hamstrings in the ruthless stretch. Your face scrunched up in pain and you gritted your teeth, hating that he knew how much your cunt would react to the treatment. Dean leaned down to kiss your forehead, tasting the sweaty sheen gathering there. “Dad,” you cried out, calling for his real attention, tears leaking down your face in earnest now. “
Shhh, baby,” he soothed, easing the pressure he was putting on your muscles. “Feelin’ nice and ready for me? Ready for dad to give you what you need?” You frantically nodded your head, reaching your arms up in a bid for him to pull you into his chest. He pulled you into his warm embrace, settling you so your feet were planted on the couch on either side of his hips and your pussy was dripping on his bulge.
“See, honey? Now you’re all ready for me. Promise you’ll feel so good when you cum for your dad.” He pulled his waistband down to free his cock and clasped your hands on the back of his neck so you wouldn’t fall backwards. He traced his tip along your folds, groaning when you coated his cock so easily. When he was lined up with your entrance he gripped each of his hands to your hips, and helped you sink down so slowly. With each millimeter he gave you felt yourself bloom for him, and pleasure washed through your body as he fucked himself into you. “Feels good, don’t it honey,” he said smugly as high-pitched keens escaped you. He took his time working himself in, and when he was fully sheathed he meanly ground into even deeper to ensure you felt every single inch. Your fingernails worked themselves into the flesh of his neck, and the sounds your pussy made when he started bouncing you up and down made your cheeks heat in embarrassment. True to his word about turning you into a toy, he kept his hands on your hips and forced you down to take all of him and let your body naturally spring up on its own.
“You come up so fast you’d almost think you’re tryna hop off me, but the noises your little pussy is makin’ tell me you love bein’ my little frog, huh baby.” You leaned in, desperate and sloppy for a kiss, whining when you realized that only made the stretch and his cock even deeper. He captured your lips, filthily licking into your needy mouth. He moved one hand to support your tailbone and keep his rhythm, the other reaching down to rub at your clit. You keened, the friction making every burn and discomfort pleasurable. Deans thumb expertly traced circles around your clit, and the pressure caused heat to lick up your spine. You kept gushing on him, the sounds of him splitting you open getting even more obscene. The hand at the base of your spine kept pressing you down, ensuring your abused pussy and legs stayed nice and stretched out for him.
“Fuck, baby you sound so fucking good. If I wasn’t already buried inside of you I’d be shoving my hand in your cunt just to hear how you 'n your pussy whine for me.” His hand kept rubbing at your clit as his hips canted up to meet yours, and the closer you got the weaker your body became in his arms. “Dad,” you mewled, the pathetic sound dropping from your lips on its own accord. “I've got you, honey. Can you cum for your dad? Make him all slick and easy for that cute little pussy to suck on?" Dean kept pushing your hips down so he could force every thick inch against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and Dean knew how close you were from the way your thighs had started to shake. He slid all the way in and ground your hips down, coaxing the orgasm through your body. You fell forward into his chest, the stretch no longer feeling intense from how much he had loosened you up. The warmth rushed through your body, and Dean rocked you through it, cooing and shushing in your ear. "So perfect for your dad, honey. You look so pretty when you cum. All dumb and needy for me."
His thick arms wrapped around your body, keeping you in place and comfortable while he fucked up into you. You mewled at the overstimulation, his fat cock slipping deep inside while he chased his orgasm. The sound of his muffled groans of pleasure in your hair were enough to keep you comfortable while he rutted into you as you waited for him to spill inside of you. He pushed your hips down to meet his, his cock painting your stretched walls white. His mouth moved down to kiss your neck, and now that you were nice and full of him you could relax. "You did so good for me, baby. Love the way you stretch out and whine for me while I pump you full."
teaching you to shotgun
♱ ... soldier boy ... ♱
18+ MDNI
"Just relax your throat, okay? Know you're gettin' pretty good at that."
You shook your head in resignation and raised the can to your lips like he showed you, eyeing the jagged hole warily.
"Do I have to do the whole thing?"
"If you don't it's not a shotgun. You might as well have a fucking mai tai if you're going to be a pussy."
You rolled your eyes and tipped back the beer to save yourself from saying something that would get you in trouble. Once it was aligned with your mouth he reached up to pop the tab for you, smirking at the way your eyes widened when the carbonation hit your tongue. From the first swallow you immediately felt bloated, the liquid getting uncomfortably foamy on it's way down. You felt his eyes on you, tracking the way your throat bulged and bobbed. From his position on the couch his hands found your hips, gripping them to pull you forward a few inches so you were standing between his open legs.
"Yeah there you go. Pour that down your whore throat, sweetheart."
You flinched, trying in vain to focus on the task at hand instead of his words and the weight of his gaze.
"Just don’t wanna feel guilty for wanting it," he said lowly, almost as if speaking to himself. You knew he liked it when you got fucking wasted, all inhibitions and filters gone. He thinks it's the only time you're actually honest with yourself about what you want from him.
When you were done you crumpled the can and dropped it to the ground, covering your mouth as you felt the air bubbles rising in your throat.
"Shit. Excuse me," you said meekly, hiding a playful smile behind your hand.
"C'mon, doll. That was nothin'," he said, leaning into the back of the couch. "Try another and this time try not to swallow so often. First fuckin' time that's come out of my mouth."
He grabbed another can, digging his thumb in the aluminum to create the hole. Every time you watched him break the metal the show of strength made you needy and even more desperate to please than before. The few beers you had earlier made the one you had just finished hit harder, and the glint in his eye as he watched you pour the beer down your throat told you that asking him to teach you was a mistake.
You tried not to swallow as often, like he told you, but all it really accomplished was making some of the foam leak out of the corners of your mouth. He patted your flank, egging you on to go faster, but you felt like your mouth and throat were being stretched to the limit. It was borderline painful to try to force it down in such big swallows, but when you peeked down at ben the look on his face made it worth it. His eyes were lidded, heavy with desire, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
"Now you're gettin' the hang of it, doll," he said once you'd finished. "Maybe one day you won't be as slow as fucking deep."
You dropped the can, pouting and moving to straddle his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder, the buzz starting to catch up with you.
"If you can do one more while you sit on my cock we'll call it a night."
Your head shot up when you heard the words, the fact that it hadn't been called a night news to you.
"Ben," you whined, feeling sleepier and sloppier by the second. "Can't I just rest?"
"I am letting you rest. Just gotta pound one more with a cock in your cunt. Other than that you don't gotta do a damn thing."
"Ugh," you grumbled, realizing that fighting it would only lead to 3 more and a cock in your ass. "Fine."
“Someone’s finally fucking learning. Now strip.”
You unceremoniously removed your clothes, only stopping to give him a little show with your panties. You turned the other way so your ass was right in his face, grabbing one side in each hand to pull yourself apart and let him watch the recoil and the way your ass is eating your tiny thong. He groaned behind you, obviously enjoying the view of your slightly stumbly strip-tease.
"Fuck, doll. As cute as you are I'd rather have my cock buried in that wet little pussy without that piss-poor excuse of fabric in my way."
You slipped them off, maybe leaning forward a little bit farther than you needed to. You jolted when you felt his finger dip into your opening, only swiping about an inch deep.
"Seems like your daddy teaching you how to get drunk is making your pussy all needy, baby. Do you ever wonder how you got so fucked in the head?"
"Yes," you whimpered, each honeyed word pouring out of his mouth only proving him more right.
"You wonder? Just too damn dumb to do anything about it?"
You nodded, acutely aware of how you were gently swaying in front of him, your pussy feeling ready to leak down your leg.
"Seems like daddy got you too fucked up to be introspective. Probably rather just sit on my cock, right honey?"
"Yes, please," you asked, yelping at the way he gripped your hips to pull you onto his cock. He sank in nice and slow, his fingers digging into the fat to control how you were taking him.
"There you go, baby. All full of booze and dad, huh? Just gotta do one more for me and I'll start bouncing you."
The deep stretch made you moan, your need to be filled temporarily sated.
He held the can in front of you, arms looped around under yours with his chin resting on your shoulder. His thumb dug through the can, creating the hole that you were starting to look at with distain. He raised it to your lips, a huff of a laugh escaping him when he felt the way your pussy gripped him while you watched the process.
"You're complainin' like I can't feel my cock pruning from how wet you get when your daddy's getting you nice and drunk. You're a sick little thing aren't you."
Before you could think of a response he tipped the cold metal against your lips, popping the top to start the geyser of liquid pouring out of the can. You drank the best you could, but with the way he started kicking his cock into you and rolling your nipple all you could really do is moan while the foam dripped all over you and down your throat.
"Well that was fucking pathetic," he told you when the can was empty. "Was only the fastest one because you spilled half all over your tits."
He smacked one to demonstrate the wet sound of the impact, smirking when you whined.
"Gonna call 'uncle,' princess? Or are you gonna make dad proud and do another 'cause you spilled most of that one."
"I can do another," you said quietly, the words getting harder and harder to enunciate.
"Good fucking girl. I'll even be nice and keep my hands off those tits."
He prepped the can for you again, banding his free hand around your waist to keep you supported and comfortable.
"Turning you into daddy's drunk little whore." He pitched his voice impossibly deeper to whisper in your ear, "bottom's up, baby."
He poured it into your mouth, and you fumbled to latch your lips around the opening.
"Look at that fucking throat," he said, egging you on. "Made to swallow whatever the fuck I give you."
You were working overtime, trying to make him proud and gulp as much as you could while you ignored the fullness of his cock in your belly. You weren't spilling as much this time, finally able to focus on the task at hand instead of ben's teasing. When you were done he tapped the bottom of the can, a pleased look crossing his face at the hollow sound.
"Not bad, doll. Especially not for such a little thing like you. Just gotta get that throat all used up and numb to match your whore ass, and you'll be shotgunning just like your daddy in no time."
cry it out
♱ ... frank langdon ... ♱
18+ MDNI
cw: dacryphilia, daddy kink
"I know, baby, I know," Frank whispered in your ear.
You were straddled on his lap, face tucked into the crook of his neck. Your arms had a vise grip around him, trying to pull him impossibly closer as you willed yourself to try and relax into his body. It had been a fucking awful day. Not for any particular reason, except everything felt like too much. Too much talking, too much to do, too much to keep track of. All that got you through it was knowing that Frank would be waiting for you at home, all gentle words and soft smiles as he would do his best to make your day and all your stress melt away. But now that you were there, after so long of holding it in and pushing it down, the tears wouldn't come. His slender thumbs soothingly rubbed at your waist where your shirt had ridden up, and each pass grounded you a little more.
He pressed gentle kisses to your head, knowing that all you need from him right now is time and patience. He knew something was wrong when you trudged through the door, barely even looking up at him. Normally, when you walked in and saw him you beamed, always happy to see his worn-out face. He met you in the hallway, helping you take off your shoes and jacket and immediately led you to the couch, pulling you into his lap so you could rest. You hadn't told Frank anything, and honestly, there wasn't much to tell, so you felt even stupider for putting a damper on the evening.
"Did something happen?" he asked softly, tilting his head back so he could try and get a view of your face.
You shook your head against his shoulder, and the tears started falling. "No," you choked out, not looking forward to admitting that you have absolutely no good reason for feeling like this.
"Just a bad day, huh sweetheart. That's okay. You know I love you like this."
You nodded again, thankful he wasn't going to pry with a million questions. The silence gave you some space to put your thoughts together and just let the tears flow, soaking the top of his shirt. One hand banded tight around your hips and the other made it's home in your hair, gently scratching at your scalp.
"Cry it out honey, it's okay. I know you need this."
And secretly, Frank needed it too. He would never admit it, but seeing you get all weepy makes a switch flip in his brain. He doesn't understand it, tries to ignore it, but whenever you drape yourself on him, needing to feel his comfort and care he has to think about fucking baseball cards to stop you from feeling the way he slowly hardens underneath you. He knows you only feel okay letting your walls down because you trust him, trust he knows whats good for you and how to help you and it simultaneously makes his heart swell and makes him feel like an absolute pervert. He doesn't want you upset, especially at him, but he just can't help himself. The urge to take care of you in every way, break you down just to put you back together; all he wants to do is help.
"Just let daddy hold you, okay angel?"
And when he felt you melt into him even more he had to bite his fist. Frank knows he's a fucking sleazebag for even thinking about his dick right now, but the way you cling to him and your warm pussy resting on his cock is impossible to ignore.
“Doing so good. Let it out for me.”
You cried a little harder after he gave you permission, and that was the last nail in Frank's coffin. He felt like his hand was being guided by an invisible force as it snuck up the back of your shirt and under your bra, gently undoing the clasp with a practice ease that always made you suspicious.
"Just wanna get you comfy, okay baby?"
His words might be easier to believe if his lips weren't latching onto your neck and you couldn't feel his hardness growing under you.
"Daddy," you whined, his hands and kisses bringing making your brain feel all confused as it tried to hang a u-turn.
"Just relax, princess. Can daddy make you feel good?"
You nodded, burrowing even further in his chest, craving his touch and attention.
"Yeah? Can you give me some more of those pretty tears?"
You nodded again, still sniffling and wetting his shirt.
"So fuckin' cute for me like this, sweetheart," he said, hand sneaking between you and under the waistband of your loose pants to hold your pussy. "All weepy and ready for your daddy."
He gently rubbed at you, feeling the slickness gathering under his fingers. He dipped into your folds, letting you adjust to the feel of him before slipping one inside. Just to be mean, he found your spot immediately, rubbing and prodding before you could adjust to the feeling. It drew a keen from you and a couple more tears from your surprise, and you knew that was exactly what he wanted. You stayed buried in his neck, letting his fingers fuck you through the tears that kept flowing. Your nails dug into his back when he added another finger, being just as mean with the pressure.
"Daddy, it's-"
"I know, angel," he hushed, not wanting you to bother yourself with words. He moved his thumb to work your clit, banding his arm around your waist as you tried to squirm away from the pressure. He pumped his fingers deep, and you feel the juxtaposition between his fingers and knuckles every time one breaches you. His thumb is relentless, the tight circles staying insistent even as you keep squirming and dripping tears on him. His long fingers target that spot inside of you, halting the thrusting motion. He rubs you deep inside, kissing your hairline as your breaths turn jagged from the tugging sensation he's triggering deep in your guts.
"Daddy," you gasped, the desperation evident in your voice. You weren't even sure what you're asking for, but you feel something different and your brain is too muddled to make sense of it.
Frank keeps his movements steady, knowing that what he's giving you is plenty.
"Let it out, angel. Just relax for me okay?"
You clench around his fingers, whining when you feel how truly deep he is. A heat starts building in you, growing more white hot with each rub of his fingers. The tension breaks, and you feel a release that feels stronger, warmer, wetter, than normal rush through you. Frank's fingers help you ride through it, his voice grounding you through the intense sensation.
"Good fucking girl. Just fuckin' drenched me," he said, his voice sounding as wrecked as you felt. "Just squirted all over your daddy, baby. Looked so cute for me while you came all over my fingers."
The veil of your haze started lifting, and your tears started pouring out again when you realized the mess you made. You didn't even say anything, just crying in the puddle of your release, not wanting to meet Franks eyes.
"Hey," he said, gripping your jaw, being as firm with you as he ever has. He met your eyes through your teary gaze, and having to look at him started a fresh wave. "Just needed that pussy to match those pretty eyes, okay? I'm so proud of you for letting daddy give you what you need." He helped you rest your face back on his shoulder, and you had enough energy left for a pathetic sniffle when you heard him cleaning his fingers.
Thinking about soldier boy hooking his fingers inside your lips to make you all drooly while he takes you from behind, effectively spitroasting you all by himself.
♱ ... soldier boy ... ♱
18+ MDNI
"Finally nice and quiet f'me," he said, nuzzling into your neck, his hips roughly rutting into you from behind. "Get to listen to how sloppy I make your cockholes."
You whimpered, his fingers tugging even harder at your mouth, jerking your head to the side. His sac slapped against your clit and the way your legs were spread for him made you feel them every thrust. His other hand snaked around to roll your nipple, and when your mouth went slack with pleasure he dug his fingers even deeper down your throat.
"Can feel you from both ends, sweetheart. Tryna get so deep I can feel the tip of my cock with my fingers." His teeth latched onto the curve of your neck, biting and sloppily fucking at the skin with his tongue.
With each thrust your back bowed more dramatically, and he gathered your hands behind your back so your only anchor points were his fingers gripping at your jaw, his cock, and your knees that were spread wide on the bed. You keened, your orgasm suddenly feeling more urgent with the weight of your upper body only being supported by your jaw.
"With the way you're whinin' you'd think you want me even deeper," he groaned, the warm wash of his breath against your ear reigniting the feel of his broad chest pressed against your back. "Gonna breed you so fuckin' deep you'll be coughin' up my cum."
You let out a strangled sound around his thick, greedy fingers. "God you're such a fuckin' whore for me sweetheart. Such a slut for me I know you want me to shove anything that leaks out back down your whore throat."
Can you imagine the reader trying to edge Ben? Every time they'd feel him tense ready to cum they'd slow down or stop until he finally pins them down, face smashed against the pillows or whatever surface he has them on, drool coming from their mouth. Ass probably high up in the air. 🥵
♱ ... soldier boy ... ♱
18+ MDNI
I think Ben would let this happen one (1) time and then give you actual hell for even trying. I imagine this happening while you're drunk, a giggly mess who's not really thinking things through, and you're trying to bounce on his cock a little. He was fucking your face earlier so he's already close, but after you insisting he cum in your pussy he couldn't really say no. He's spread out on the bed, enjoying the view he has of his little girl piss drunk and moaning on his cock, doing her absolute best to bounce to some kind of rhythm. You know he's close when his thighs start tensing, trying to hold himself back and enjoy the show instead of fucking up into you. Let me tell you he immediately regretted that. You stopped, sitting down with him fully sheathed inside, biting your lip like you had some kind of secret.
"So that's really how you want to play this."
You nodded, a smile creeping on your face despite your best efforts to stay stoic and in charce.
"You've got one more chance before I fuck the socks off ya. Don't let me catch you pullin' this shit again."
"Yes, sir," you said with a false salute, doing your best to start bouncing again despite the room feeling like it was about to start spinning.
He thrusted up into you once, fists clenching the sheets like he's about to lose control.
A very, very, bad idea bloomed in your head, and you were way too fucking drunk for your self-preservation instincts to kick in. On your next bounce up you came down real slow, feeling him fill you inch by inch.
"Oh fuck no."
Before you could blink ben had flipped you, hand on the back of your neck to press your face into the mattress.
"Can't even enjoy the view without you trying being a brat, huh? Can't even watch your drunk, whore pussy suck up my cock without you actin' up. Tryin' to tease me? Not gonna fucking work, bitch."
He pounded into you mercilessly, hips lewdly slapping against your skin. One hand kept you pinned down, nearly suffocating, while the other dug into the soft flesh of your skin to keep you exactly where he wants you. You felt the fabric beneath your face grow wet, from sweat or tears or drool you didn't know. You couldn't help him arch your back if he tried; apparently your rights to movement have been revoked.
"Lemme guess what you're gonna try to tell me when you want to cum. That you're sorry? You didn't mean to? I got you too drunk for your own good? Guess what: I don't fucking care. You're not as cute as you think you are."
You whined, the sound almost totally muffled but you know he hears you.
"Shut the fuck up. Don't fuckin' bitch and moan about something you did to your damn self. You're just lucky you're gonna get to feel me fill you up like the cumslut you are."
