overstimulated blurb;
soldier boy x (f anatomy) reader
Going absolutely fucking cockdrunk on Ben...
You’re writhing and squirming and whining nonsense but he’s got you right where he wants you.
In his bed on your back.
He’s kneeling beside you, one leg pushed up over his shoulder as he pumps a measly two fingers in and out of you like it’s his job. it is.
He’s grinning slyly as he gives you mean little slaps, pinching your cheeks in his hand and mocking that he’s just too much for you.
But it doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters when all you can focus on is his thick, relentless fingers forcing in and out of you, the feel of the pads of his fingers crooking inward and pressing against your plush walls again and again.
Your whimpers pick up as he drags you near the edge and it’s music to his ears.
And it’s too good, it’s too much.
But if you dare to reach down, to try to pull his hand away?
Well that’s grounds for at least another round of you creaming on his fingers before he would consider fucking you.
