Pairing - Benny Laffite x Reader
Warnings - Masterbation, Voyuerism (18+)
The cotton sheet wrapped around your fingers and the blindfold on your face stuck to your cheeks. Your heart rate had sky rocketed since you've started and the hand that wrapped tightly around your throat, likely didn't help it. You curved your spine, a whimper falling from your lips. You weren't aware of the eyes that claimed your exposed body just yet, but the feeling of eyes on you was there.
He was hidden behind the door, unable to look away from your perfect curves. His voyeurism was a nasty habit, although easy as he knew your schedule. Light peaked threw to your covered skin and past your lashes, luring you to open your e/c eyes for a split second. You caught a pair that belonged to another, pretending to ignore the fire set upon you by them.
Your hands worked faster and your whines became a little more desperate, you wanted him, needed him. "Please." You spoke low and needy, turning your body into another position. Your back faced the ceiling and you arched your front into the bedding. Your hands worked faster in remembering he was there, worked long and more teasing imagining his thoughts.
You threw your head away from white pillows, a strangled moan hitting you as the muscles in your legs spasmed. You ran your nails down your skin, leaving light red marks along your jawline and collarbone. With your body limp and recovering you moved your right hand away from your core.
A sigh left your plump lips and you layed once more on your back. The door slowly closing. You barely heard him leave, it was so light you had barely caught the sound when the door clicked back into place. Once again you were left alone. An alarm on the side table blared not too long after. Catching your exhaustion and pulling it from you. Time for work down stairs at the diner.
You knew the owner, Benny, was the one who peeped. You didn't mind, but at the same time you didn't want him to know you were aware of his dirty secret. You pulled your clothes on, taking the blindfold off and disregarding anything else, jumping up to get dressed. Before you knew it you were clocked in and restocking food for the day to come. Your stomach growled as you looked to the can of peaches in the lockers, you hadn't had time to grab breakfast this morning.
You opened the sweet, sweet container and took a couple pieces of fruit out before placing the can on the table the two of you were working at. You licked your right hand of all the drippings, while remembering the same feel of eyes on you. Of course this time you knew what your were doing and with the same, right hand, you took your middle finger as far as it could go in your mouth tasting yourself and the new cool peach juice.
Benny's lips parted, eyes hooded and surprised as he watched you continue. You wrapped your pointer and thumb around another slice and did the same as before. After every piece of fruit you'd eat he became more invested into your show and right before you could grab the last of the cans contents he spoke deeply and gruff.
"Enough." It was an order, and by his tone, there wasn't any room for discussion. At the sound of the words you knew he was aware you saw him this morning. "Sir. If this is about me takin' an early lunch break, I can assure you I wont take another."
You played innocent, planning your next words carefully. "Please." You spoke it only a little differently than the desperate whimper this morning, catching him off guard once again. "I really rather not get in trouble." You let a sheepish grin take place on your face.
"If Ma found out about me skipping my breakfast I'd be scolded by the whole of Sundays church." His hands clenched, and his head hung low at the cute chuckle you emitted. "Y/n/n, I-" He spoke your nickname silky smooth, and you briefly wondered if the expression that flashed across his face was one of guilt. Though you couldn't really be sure. "Benny?" You tilted your head to the side, again playing an innocent card, and walked over to where he was standing.
Technically the store hadn't been opened yet, the sun still hadn't peaked from the hills. "Are you okay your acting weird this mornin'." Your hand found his chest. "Do you need help?" You whispered lightly next to his ear, your free hand wrapping lightly around his tie. Suddenly he turned to grab your face in his hands. Pupils blown and breaths uneven, you could almost read his thoughts- fantasy's.
His hand then went to grip your neck firmly, you didn't struggle to breath- but with his strength, in a moment you would. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the thought of what was to come. He examined your resting face as he held your body close to his, "You don't want me Y/n." You opened your mouth for breath to reply, but before you could speak he pushed you away slightly, you knees buckling and colliding with the tiles floors.
With your fingers curled around your throat, you fell to your knees staring at him through your lashes. "Please Benny, you really don't know how much I do." Without another word he took off his apron swiftly, going to the next part of clothing: his tie. You put a hand on his belt to stop him, bowing your head and presenting your wrist.
You had missed the smirk on his face as the red silk encased your flesh, blood and bones- but when he pulled you back to your feet you could see the predatory gaze he set upon you. "Benny-" He cut you off to breath in your scent throwing your almost weightless body onto the table, the can of peach juice being knocked over to clean later.
Just then the doorbell went off and a man with broad shoulders walked in, you jumped from the metal surface untying the red tie from around your wrist. You turned to the long haired man and smiled charmingly. "Hi. How can I help you?" You heard your boss growl under his breath, walking away to continue your previous job.
The man gave a breathy chuckle at the blush on your cheeks and the tie you tried desperately to hide behind your back. "Yeah, actually there's been some attacks around here, I was wondering if you could tell me anything about a man named-" He paused for a second as another man walked in. "Benny Lafitte?" Said a one shorter. "I-" You were about to say the truth but Benny cut you off. "We don't know nobody by the name, now we're closed so why don't y'all get out of here?"
The two men shared a look and seemed as though they didn't know what Benny looked like. "Have a nice rest of your day ma'am." The taller one spoke with a tiny slap to the table, then walked his way to the front door- as did his partner. You only nodded and watched as their figures disappeared. You creased your eyebrows and turned to the store owner. He raised an eyebrow at your expression but you hesitated to ask what was on your mind, so he finished his work. Your prior thoughts of him, cranking up in curiosity
