puppy ben smut where he's been on a trip and is dying to get home to you because he can't stand not touching you for another day. he's all whiny and needy and even his teammates start to notice on the last day that he's got something wrong going on. once he's home he refuses to be anywhere but going down on you or fucking you.
i love the way you write kindy so muchhh!!
Fulfill - BK81
Puppy!Ben Kindel x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex
Word Count: 1k
Your boyfriend had been away on a road trip for almost a week, and he was missing you like crazy. Of course, you missed him too, but you always did a better job of handling it than he did.
"What the hell is Kindy's problem today?" one of the guys, he wasn't sure exactly who, said under his breath in the locker room.
He recognized Geno's loud laugh even with his back turned, "he's not get fulfill while away from pretty girlfriend," he enunciated the word fulfill through his thick accent.
The locker room burst out into laughter. Luckily, Ben had his back turned so they couldn't see the way he blushed. A few more chirps were thrown his way before the commotion faded and the guys went back to getting ready for the game.
Just after everything died down, he felt a quick pat on his back, "you have been pretty moody today, kid," he heard Sid say, quietly enough that the other guys couldn't hear, "but don't worry, we go home tomorrow. Just get your head in the game for tonight, alright? We need you sharp out there." Another pat on the back and his captain was gone, presumably to continue with his usual pregame routines.
Ben had to take a few extra deep breaths before going out on the ice, but he managed to keep it together and play a good game.
The next day on the plane, however, was a different story.
He was being a complete and total brat, and he knew it, he just couldn't help it. Every time one of the guys talked to him, he gave a short, clipped response, sometimes even just a grunt or a shrug. Any question he was asked was answered with something sarcastic, annoyed, or whiny. Eventually, they all just stopped acknowledging him, leaving him to pout by himself.
A couple hours later, you were sitting on the couch when the apartment door opened and Ben walked in.
"Hey, babe," you smiled, but before you could even stand up, he was already flopping down on top of you. He'd abandoned his bags by the door and kicked his shoes off next to the couch so he could wrap himself around you.
"I missed you," he breathed the words out as he started kissing your neck.
"I missed you too, sweet boy," you told him, gently playing with his curls.
Before you knew it, your boyfriend was between your legs, tugging at your shorts while his tongue literally hung out of his mouth like a panting dog.
"Aw, are you hungry, puppy?"
His response was an enthusiastic nod. So you helped him get your shorts and panties off, and the second you were completely exposed to him, his mouth was on you.
He slurped at your wetness, his tongue sliding through your folds and over your clit. He ate you out sloppily, his every movement desperate. The sounds in the room were obscene, all loud wet slurping along with the satisfied whines he was letting out.
You didn't even try to hold off when you felt your climax approaching after a few minutes. You just let it take over your body, soft moans falling from your lips as you came.
Not even five minutes later, he had his own clothes shed and was pushing his throbbing hard dick into you. The whimper he let out as he bottomed out made you smile and wrap your arms around him.
“You missed me so much, didn’t you, puppy?”
Ben could only nod as he tucked his face into your neck.
“My poor boy,” you scratched his scalp gently, “so needy and horny, but you didn’t have mommy there to help you, huh?”
“Mommy,” he whined. His hips moved desperately, thrusting into you erratically to chase his high.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” you kissed his temple, “but you have me now. I’m here to make you feel good.”
“Feel so good, mommy,” he spoke against your skin.
His hands gripped your hips tightly, and for a second you worried about the awkward position the two of you were in on the couch, but Ben didn’t seem to care, so you didn’t mention it. He was still fucking into you like your vagina was his lifeline, breathing in your scent like it was oxygen.
“Such a good puppy,” you whispered breathlessly, encouraging him, “are you gonna cum for me?”
He nodded against your neck once again and seconds later you felt his thrusts get faster.
“Mommy,” he gasped, “can I? Please!”
“Go ahead, puppy,” you purposefully clenched down around him in hopes of pulling his orgasm from him, “show mommy how much you missed me.”
He came almost instantly. A broken whimper slipped from his lips and he stilled deep inside of you. Hot cum painted your insides and you let out a satisfied sigh, rubbing your boy’s back to work him through it.
Once he caught his breath, you helped him up from the couch and led him back to the bedroom.
For the rest of the night, he wouldn’t get off of you, not that you wanted him to. You loved that he missed you so much when he went away, and you especially loved that he wasn’t shy about showing it.
The next day, Ben walked into the locker room before morning skate with a beaming smile. His teammates noticed and he was immediately ambushed with chirps and questions about getting laid the night before. But through it all, his smile was unwavering. No amount of teasing could ruin your puppy’s mood.
A/N - I liked this while I was writing it but now idk about it oops sorry
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, pet play adjacent (mostly just calling him puppy)
Word Count: 1.9k
You were sitting on the couch with your laptop perched on the armrest, typing quickly, the words finally coming to you at a steady pace. You'd been trying to finish this paper all week, it was the last thing you had to do for finals and you just wanted to be done with it.
The last thing you needed right now was someone distracting you, but that's exactly what you got. Ben's curls tickled your skin as he pressed his head against your thighs, the rest of his body was sprawled the length of the couch, and he was clearly trying to get comfortable with his head resting in your lap.
"Ben," you sighed, "please, I need to finish this." The only response you got was a quiet hum as he pressed his face against the sliver of soft skin that was exposed between the top of your shorts and the bottom of your shirt. "You're so needy," you scolded lightly before turning back to your laptop to continue typing.
You hoped he would at least stay still while he laid there so you could stay focused and finish writing. But of course, it was less than fifteen minutes before he grew restless. He'd never been good at just sitting still, he always wanted to be doing something or talking to you, and he absolutely always needed your attention when you were around.
He shifted just slightly at first, maybe trying to be subtle, then he brought a hand up under your shirt and rested it just under your bra, practically cupping your breast.
"Stay still," you complained under your breath, which managed to calm him for only a minute or two. When he started pressing his nose into your stomach, you tugged on his hair, "stop it," and once again, he stilled for only a couple minutes.
Your final straw came when he tucked his face completely under your shirt and started licking your skin, "that's enough!" you shouted, pushing his head away from you. He sat up immediately, looking at you with wide eyes. "Can't you see I'm trying to work on something here?" your voice raised, "I don't have time for you right now. I'm trying to finish this and the last thing I need is you distracting me. Go away!"
You didn't miss the tears forming in his eyes when he stood up from the couch and scurried away toward the bedroom. The sight made a knot form in your stomach, but you knew if you didn't finish this paper now you never would, so you shook your head and turned back to your laptop.
Half an hour later, you had finally turned in your paper, you closed your laptop and glanced down the hallway to find the bedroom door closed. You stood from the couch and took a deep breath, then walked down the hall, your steps quiet on the soft carpet.
When you opened the bedroom door, you were greeted by the sight of Ben curled up on his side of the bed, his back toward you. You stepped into the room and closed the door behind you.
"Puppy," you called for him quietly, taking slow steps toward him.
He didn't look up until you were standing right in front of him and when he finally did, all you could see were his red-rimmed, big, glossy eyes.
"My puppy," you ran your hand through his hair. The action made his eyes flutter closed in a way that made your heart melt, "can I lay with you?"
His nodded agreement relieved you and you quickly crawled under the covers with him, pulling him close to lay his head on your chest. He nuzzled his face into your cleavage, his favorite place to be.
"I'm sorry I bothered you," his voice was muffled against your skin, but the words were clear enough to sting.
"No," you pulled him up to look at you, "don't be sorry, baby. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I was just overwhelmed, but that's no excuse for the way I talked to you. I'm so sorry for being so mean, you shouldn't ever have to feel like I don't want you around."
He hid his face in your neck and took a deep breath, "okay."
You brought your hand under his shirt to gently trace your fingertips over his spine, hoping to soothe him, and the two of you stayed like that for a while. But eventually, Ben grew restless. You could feel it in the way his fingers started twitching against your skin, where his hand rested on your stomach.
You knew you had to do something about it when he started rubbing his nose along your jaw, as if begging for something.
"What's wrong, puppy?" you asked with a hand in his hair.
His response was a low whine and the press of his hips against your thigh. The feeling of his boner pressing against you made you smile.
"You want me to make it better?" you whispered in his ear.
Once again, his answer didn't come in the form of words, but in the drag of his tongue up the side of your neck.
"Is my puppy hungry?"
He nodded against your collarbone.
"What're you hungry for, hm?"
At that, he peeked up at you, his pupils blown wide, and his hands now gripping at your waist.
"Take whatever you want, baby," you whispered, "I'm all yours."
Ben just stared at you for a while, his wide eyes looking into yours like he was searching for something. You knew what he was doing, trying to make sure that your permission was real, that you weren't just teasing him. So you gave him a nod of approval.
At that, he moved quickly, eagerly diving under your shirt to better press his face between your boobs. He loved the soft, pillowy feeling against his face.
You pulled your shirt up as much as you could while laying down, trying to give him more access. When he started licking and sucking at your skin, you could feel his spit sliding down between your boobs and onto your abdomen.
"You wanna take my bra off, puppy?"
He nodded eagerly, so you sat up and pulled your shirt off over your head. He reached around your back and slipped his fingers under the clasp of your bra, but before doing anything else, he looked up to you for permission.
"Go ahead," you nodded.
He fumbled with the clasp for a few seconds before getting it undone. The bra slipped forward and you pulled it the rest of the way off. As soon as your chest was fully exposed, Ben was licking and sucking and nipping at your nipples, just like a hungry dog licking their favorite bone.
The feeling made your breath pick up, soft moans falling from your lips, "such a good boy," you said softly, "making me feel so good."
He gasped at the praise, his grip on your waist tightening. He rested his forehead against your collarbone, "mommy," his whine was small and desperate.
"You wanna lick something else, puppy?"
His head shot up so he could look at you, his eyes pleading and hopeful. You hooked your thumbs under your shorts and panties, pushing them down your legs.
Ben's tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth as he watched you, his eyes laser focused on the wetness you were revealing between your legs.
"Go ahead, puppy," you leaned back against the headboard, "lick mommy clean."
That time, he didn't hesitate, he immediately pressed his face between your thighs, his tongue licking fat stripes through your folds and lapping up your wetness. You could hear him moaning and whining against you, the vibrations sending pleasure through your spine.
"Oh my god," your fingers laced through his curls, "good boy. So good. Keep going."
When he started sucking on your clit, you gasped and threw your head back. Your thighs squeezed around his head and it only made him double his efforts. Seconds later, you were tugging at his hair as your climax hit you. He lapped up everything you gave him eagerly, still whining as he did.
Once he was satisfied that he'd licked up everything he could, he moved up your body, his hands grabbing at any skin he could reach.
"Mommy please," that's when you noticed his hips grinding down into the bed, "I've been so good. Please."
You took a deep breath, still trying to recover from your orgasm, "tell me what you want, puppy."
"Want inside you," he rushed the words out, "please, mommy."
"Fuck mommy like a good boy."
It was hardly twenty seconds before he was balls deep inside you, panting next to your ear. His hips moved fast, thrusting into you like he was in a rush for something.
"Oh!" you cried out in pleasure, already on the verge of another orgasm.
"Feels so good, mommy. I love it. I love being inside of you. So good. So tight," he babbled against your neck, "I love you. Love your pussy. I love you so much, wanna make you feel good. Gonna- fuck! I'm gonna cum, mommy. Please!"
"Give it to me, puppy," you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.
He buried his face in your neck, his hips giving one last sharp thrust before he buried himself as deep as he could and released inside you. The feeling of his hot cum inside you pushed you over the edge and you clawed at the skin of his back as you came around his dick.
His body practically collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you down into the bed. You took deep breaths and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to ease you both down from your highs.
"Ben," you sighed.
You felt his lips press against your neck in gentle kisses, "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," you said softly, running your hand up and down his back soothingly, "you okay?"
He nodded in response, his chest still heaving against yours as he tried to catch his breath. You carefully flipped the two of you over so he was laying on his back under you, his now softening length slipping out of you along with a sigh from his lips.
"You're okay," you assured him with a gentle kiss to his lips, "you did such a good job, baby. You're such a good boy." You leaned over to grab your water bottle off the nightstand and took a big drink before handing it to Ben so he could have some too. "I love you so much," you played with his hair as he drank from the bottle.
When he finally handed it back to you, he did it with a content little smile on his face, his eyes gazing at you lovingly, "I love you."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you earlier," you said quietly, laying back down next to him.
"It's okay," he pressed himself against you, the two of you tangled together under the sheets, "you made it up to me," he laughed softly.
You kissed him gently, trying to convey how sorry you were and how much you loved him in just the action. He smiled against your lips before he pulled away and settled his head on the pillow, his eyelids starting to droop closed.
"Goodnight," he mumbled.
You giggled softly at him, "goodnight, puppy. I love you."
"Love you," he pressed his face into your neck and let himself drift to sleep, happy and content in your presence.
Warnings: smut, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, pet play adjacent, oral sex (f!receiving)
Word Count: 1.4k
"Be good and I'll give you a treat when we get home, okay?"
Ben whined, but followed you into what he was sure was the hundredth place you'd been in today. He was bored and tired and just wanted to go home where he could touch you the way he wanted.
He wasn't allowed to touch your boobs in public, even though you were wearing one of those little low cut tank tops that showed them off and made them look even more delicious.
When he realized that the building you'd just walked into was the nail salon, he pressed himself closer to you until he was practically plastered against your back. He hated the nail salon. It was boring and took too long, he always felt out of place, and sometimes he didn't even get to sit by you. The occasional time there was another guy there, usually also with their girlfriend or wife, they always wanted to talk to him and complain about how their girl dragged them there, which he also hated because he would never complain or talk badly about you.
He listened as you spoke politely to the woman at the front and told her you had an appointment. Luckily, there was an open chair next to where you were sitting today, so Ben sat there and looked down at his phone. Time passed at a snail's pace, but he made sure to sit there quietly and be good.
He was surprised when you tapped him on the shoulder and pointed up at the TV, but his eyes lit up when he saw there was a hockey game on. It was a college game, two schools he didn't care about, and he was pretty sure it was a rerun of a game that happened weeks ago, but he didn't care. His eyes stayed focused on the screen and time seemed to pass a little faster now.
When it was time to pay, Ben pulled his card out eagerly, "my treat," he said with a smile. He did it because he really wanted to, he liked that he had enough money to pay for your things; the kiss you pressed to his cheek was just a bonus.
An hour later, you were back at your apartment. Once you'd taken off your shoes and set all your bags down, you went into the kitchen to get a drink. Ben followed you closely, stopping to stand on the opposite side of the kitchen island from you.
"Y'know," he started softly, "I tried really hard to be good for you today. I- I kept my hands to myself and I didn't complain and-"
"Babe," you cut him off, turning around to look at him.
He stopped, staring at you with wide eyes.
"You don't have to convince me," you smiled, "you were a very good boy for me today. I know."
He nodded along to show you he was listening, "well, you... you said if I was good I could have a treat."
"I know what I said," you nodded, "and you'll get your treat, don't worry. But we just got home, I need a few minutes."
He couldn't help but whine a little, already feeling impatient.
"You can go wait for me on the bed if you want," you offered, "but it'll still be a few minutes."
You didn't get any kind of verbal response, he just hurried off down the hallway to the bedroom.
About five minutes later, you walked into the bedroom and found him laying naked on the bed, his dick already hard and leaking against his stomach.
"Hi, puppy," you smiled.
"Hi," he breathed, his hands gripping the sheets like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out for you, or maybe from touching himself.
"Excited for your treat?"
"Yes," he whined, "please."
"You wanna watch me take my clothes off or you wanna come do it for me?"
He sat up quickly, "I wanna do it for you. I wanna do it, please. Please can I?"
You nodded, "come here."
He was in front of you in an instant, his hands hovering in the air as he waited for permission.
"Go ahead, puppy. Take it all off."
His hands gripped the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, tossing it into the floor behind him carelessly. At the sight of your lacy bra that barely contained your tits, he whined high in his throat. He couldn't stop himself from cupping your boobs in his big hands before he slid them around to your back and unclasped the bra.
"Mommy," he moaned loudly at the sight of your bare chest.
"Good boy," you whispered, "keep going."
He slid his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties, pulling them both down at the same time until they pooled around your ankles.
“Stay,” you told him as you stepped out of them and went to sit on the bed.
He watched you, his eyes wide and laser focused on you as you laid down on the bed and spread your legs. His mouth watered at the sight.
You pulled your knees up so your feet were flat on the bed, presenting yourself to him.
He was practically drooling now, another bead of precum forming at the head of his dick.
“Come get your treat, puppy.”
You’d never seen him move so fast before. He climbed up onto the bed in between your legs and buried his face in your pussy.
He ate it sloppily, desperately, as if your cunt was genuinely the most delicious treat he’d ever tasted in his life. He sucked on your clit greedily, occasionally slipping his tongue inside you like he was trying to lick up all the juices out of you.
“Oh,” you moaned, “puppy.” Your fingers threaded through his curls, “so good. Good boy. Don’t stop.”
You could feel his spit dripping down on your skin, the whole thing was so messy and hot, you could already feel your orgasm approaching.
Ben’s hands gripped at your thighs, his nose pressing against you as he tried to get even closer to you. It was like he just couldn’t get his face far enough into your pussy. He wanted more, more, more.
“I’m so close, baby,” you told him breathlessly, “make me cum.”
“Please, mommy,” he whined against you before immediately diving back in.
His focus was entirely on your clit now, his hands spreading you open so he could lick and suck on it more precisely.
“Oh my god!” Seconds later, your orgasm was washing over you, your back arching off the bed. You gripped his hair and used his face to grind against. He happily let you, a satisfied whine falling from his lips, and when you squirted, he licked it all up eagerly.
You fell back onto the bed as he worked you through the last of your climax. You were both panting when he finally took his mouth off of you, his head resting on your thigh.
“My sweet boy,” you whispered, playing with his hair. He looked up at you with half lidded eyes and you smiled, “c’mere.”
Despite your request, he stayed where he was, only letting out a little whine. You frowned, that wasn’t like him.
“Puppy, come here. Let me give you a kiss.”
When he still didn’t move, you furrowed your eyebrows and gave a little tug to his hair.
“Ben,” his eyes snapped up at that sound of his first name and, despite clearly not wanting to, he moved up the bed to come face to face with you.
It didn’t take you long to realize why he hadn’t wanted to move. The sight of his now softening dick and the sticky cum on both his stomach and the bed sheets was all the explanation you needed.
“Oh, puppy,” your tone dripped with amusement and mock sympathy.
Ben’s face burned red, “I’m sorry, mommy,” he mumbled.
You smiled, “it’s okay, baby,” you held your arms out, “come here.”
He let you pull him into your arms, tucking his head into your chest.
“Oh my sweet boy,” you whispered, “you just loved your treat so much you couldn’t help it, huh?”
His response was a high pitched whine that made you giggle.
“It’s okay, puppy,” you kissed his head, “I’m glad you enjoyed your treat,” your fingers traced soothing patterns on his back, “my good boy.”
hihihihihihihihi :p can you maybe pretty please write more puppy ben he’s literally the cutesttt
Pet - BK81
Puppy!Ben Kindel x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: smut, mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics
Word Count: 881
You and Ben had been laying on the couch all morning, movies that neither of you really cared about playing on the tv as background noise.
He was pressed against your side, using your boobs as a pillow. Occasionally, he'd press kisses to your cleavage or nuzzle his nose between your boobs just to feel the soft, warm skin.
Your hand had been in his hair, but as you moved it down to graze over the skin of his bare back, he let out a little whine. The sound was muffled against your chest but the excitement he got from the feeling of your hand on his bare skin couldn't be contained. He pushed his hips against your side, his hard dick poking you as if it was asking for attention itself.
You smiled at him, "you happy, baby?"
He whined louder this time, his hand clutching the bottom of your tank top.
"Tell me what you want, puppy," you said, your voice low and sultry.
He looked up at you with those big, needy eyes, "want you, mommy. Please. Need your help."
You couldn't resist that little pout, so you leaned down and kissed him, repositioning your bodies as you did. Once you had him laying on his back while you laid on your side next to him, you pulled back from the kiss to look at him.
He was only wearing a pair of little black boxer briefs, his dick straining against the fabric. His thighs, big and muscular, tensed as he held back the urge to thrust his hips. His toned chest was rising and falling rapidly with each desperate breath he took. He was looking at you like you had the answers to everything, like you could solve his every problem.
You could solve his current problem, but you weren't going to make it that easy for him.
You slid your fingers up his thigh, your touch light and teasing. He let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't say anything. Your lips tugged into a smirk as you traced the outline of his erection with the tip of your finger. The whine that came from him almost made you giggle.
"Shh," you brought your other hand up to play with his hair, "just relax and let me pet you, puppy."
You started really petting him then, your open palm rubbing his dick through the thin fabric of his underwear. His breathing picked up and he gripped the sheets in hopes of grounding himself.
"Feel good?" you asked, your voice soft in his ear.
He tried to nod, but his movements were jerky and his response was mostly just a whimper.
"Such a sweet puppy," you whispered, "my good boy."
His back arched off the couch, more pitiful whines falling from his lips. You watched the way his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip to hold back his sweet little noises.
"Hey," you pulled his lip out from between his teeth, "let me hear you."
"Mommy," he gasped and turned his head, trying to hide in your neck.
"Look at you," you smiled, your hand that wasn't petting his cock was now stroking his cheek, "my pretty puppy."
Your eyes caught on the way his dick twitched and it made you smirk. You let a finger graze over his tip and watched the way his body convulsed. You could see the muscles in his thighs and abdomen clench and you knew he was probably holding back his orgasm.
"Look at you," your voice was smug and satisfied, "all worked up, twitching and whining just from a little petting."
"'M sorry, mommy," he whined, looking up at you with teary eyes, "can't help it. I-I'm so sorry."
"Oh puppy," you kissed his temple, "don't be sorry. I know it feels good. You like when I pet you, don't you?"
"Yes," he gasped, "feels so good."
Your hand drifted down to his balls, "you wanna cum for me, baby?"
He whined loudly at that, his hips thrusting up in search of friction, "please," he cried.
You could see the precum soaking through his thin underwear now, "go ahead, puppy," you started to stroke his dick more firmly, almost gripping it through the fabric, "be a good boy and cum for mommy."
His hips pushed up into your touch and he moaned loudly, his usually deep voice now sounding much more high pitched, "m-mommy," you watched his cum soak through the front of his boxers.
"That's it, such a good puppy for mommy," you worked him through his orgasm, then ran your hands through his hair to help him come down.
He leaned into you heavily, seeking out the warmth and comfort of your body.
"You okay, baby?" you asked with a kiss to his head.
"Mhm," he nuzzled his face into your side.
You smiled down at him, "I love you."
"Love you too," his words were muffled.
You loved cuddling with him like this, when he got extra soft and sweet after an orgasm. You could stay like that all day. But you knew Ben would be between your legs in just a few minutes, he would absolutely never let you give him an orgasm without making sure he pleased you too.
Puppy!Ben who just has no idea how to please you at first so he has to ask Sid the Senior for advice and he’s so nervous and shy that he’s blushing and tugging at the hem of his shirt so he doesn’t have to look him in the eye.
Sid the Senior who just smiles at the poor little puppy and ruffles his hair before he’s giving him advice in that Captain voice because he’s dead serious about how important it is to be able to please your girl.
