"I'll Show You" 🖤
[soldier boy x f!reader] word count: 1k+ description: soldier boy hears you've never squirted before, he intends on changing that for yours...and well... his enjoyment. warnings: dirty talk (ben's dirty ass mouth talking you through it), fingering f!receiving, mentions of bodily fluids (spit, c*m), squ*rting, mentions of p in v (cowgirl), ben being an ass as per usual. 18+!|prn with no plot a/n: was i expecting to write another soldier boy smut fic so soon, no. did i? yeha. Why? issues.
Soldier Boy had been snuggly sat in his naked form behind you, making your breath hitch when his dripping cock rested against your lower back. His hands giving your hips a tight, slow squeeze, before dragging them up your thighs. It causes every hair to stand on your body as he reached your knees. He sets his hands there like an arm rest, pulling his torso forward next to your ear, "Spread em, gonna show you how…" He purred adding a few wet kisses down the nape of your neck.
You moved with his hands as he spread your legs apart, watching how the pads of his fingers indented made the fire burning hard to ignore. One hand interrupts your thought, gliding down the plush of your thigh until he was just beside your core, teasingly drawing circles feather light. A shiver echos out from your core. "So sensitive, m' surprised you've never done this before" Ben chuckles finally pressing the pad of his middle finger to your clit, gaining a hiss. "See." He licks a stripe up your neck, and nibbling at your earlobe- you swore you could just explode right there happy.
That was before he started rubbing small circles, not needing to add a second because of his large hands, but it was welcomed all the same.
He lifted the hand up to your mouth, arm caging you flat to his back- "Open, and suck baby girl". You let your jaw unhinge enough for his fingers to slip past your lips, suckling them wet. His grunts rumbled against your back as you twirled your tongue around them, letting off with a clean pop.
"Christ-" he mutters, spreading his fingers out to the side of his head, watching your saliva string between the them as he scissors them apart. "Gonna need that action on my cock later, yeah?".
You'd be more than happy to oblige him on it, letting Ben know with a small whine and nod of your head. He caught the hint, smirking as he slips his hand over your pussy. Your body tensing as he gives it few pats, sending buzzes of warmth throughout your entire. body.
You so badly wanted him to be wrong. That you weren't sensitive, but fucking hell.
Ben was so right, only when you were like this. With him.
His other hand moved to your waist, fingers dancing up your ribcage excitedly until palming your breast, giving it a steady squeeze. Pinching your nipple delicately between the knuckles of his pointer and index. "Want those on attention for me" He mumbled to himself against the skin of your shoulder, eyes darkening over it as he slips a finger between your folds.
"Ben-" you gasp, it quickly falling into a moan as he plunges both fingers with in your entrance- curling against that sweet spot before pulling them back out.
He uses your slick, rubbing deep circles against your clit, "Now relax, can still feel your ass tensing". He grunts adjusting slightly, allowing you to melt back into his body heat. It was easy, just easy enough to drown in it as he steadily increases the pace. Teasing you as he spread his fingers, "Mm-m, knew you were gonna feel good bouncing on my cock later doll …" he trailed on before catching himself, using his thumb to return the attack on your clit.
You swore you began to see a new star with each thrust of his finger, curling into you with devious intent. Unable able to hold back the moans boiling and falling off your tongue- it didn't help either that his hand on your breast never ceased fire, dancing the sensitive buds between his fingers and filling your ear with breathy chuckles as he gently tugs at them, needlessly pulling the sound of your moans to whiny coos. He presses his twitching cock further against your back, practically Ben's way of begging for friction.
"Gonna cum already?" Scratching your neck with his beard.
It was pointless to say anything, as the sounds of your wet pussy filled the room- what once were gritted teeth were now grinding into a now very swollen bottom lip. This was along side a few light red slaps to your breasts after massaging the fresh sting away in his palm. "So fucked out on my fingers already?" he huskily whispers, "Got you right there, right at the edge. Maybe I should just stop…" he trails on.
"Don't you dare fucking stop." You grunt through gritted teeth, flipping your head back to face his eyes, those emeralds crinkled with the classic, cocky 'Soldier Boy grin. He pauses only his thrusts a couples times, biting his lip as your breath hitched over again for it.
"Right where I want you" he states again, tilting his wrist just enough that all you felt was the fire erupting from your core, warmth spreading down your folds as you hit the peak. "Keep focusing on how my fingers feel." Ben presses down on your clit at the exact moment.
"Ben -fuck! Don't stop, please- christ -don't fuckin stop." you cried, mascara running down your cheeks. He never gave way. Fingers thrusting you until your muscles tensed, and your walls rapidly began pulsing wet around them.
Eyes widening at the splash that hits the ground under your thighs.
You could hear him deeply groaning, even happily to himself, "Goodgirl, drenchin my fuckin hand." slipping his fingers out "You did so good, so fuckin good." He grabs a fist full of hair, bringing you to face him and hungrily attacks your lips with his.
You could taste the bourbon on his tongue as he takes full control, being welcome graciously as his tonguge brushes across your bottom lip. The hand on your breast slides up to cup your face, squishing your jaw with his thumb. It goes on like this for a few minutes, fighting for dominance until you wound up in his lap, holding the back of his neck- bouncing up and down on his cock as he digs his fingers into your hip. You both pull back from the kiss- a thin string of spit still connecting you; eyes dimmed at each other. The only sounds; your pants as both of your bodies simmered down form the high.
"Told you I'd show you" he licks his lip, eyeing you over.
"You're still an ass" you roll your eyes, laughing softly as you rest your head on his shoulder.
"Cameras are off, you know that?"
"Mhm" you hum.
