Devotion [umbrella!Ben Hargreeves Smut]
Warnings: thigh riding, f oral, m oral, piv sex, fluffy smut, fingering, romantic kissing, lap grinding, slightly dom!Ben, his first time asserting
Summary: You make the mistake of conjuring up your long term ghost boyfriend in Hotel Obsidian. Reader is Klaus’ twin with more practised and powerful abilities :)
[in my head my Ben is still here and I will not be taking any questions also reader is wearing a skirt]
ps this took so long 😭 I took a small difference from our sweet Ben but I am tempted to write a smut about virgin Benerino with reader
Read part two Damage Control here
I didn’t really proofread this so please notify any mistakes ty <3
“Come on, I can sense you’re here.” I smile coyly around the space of the room. I wiggle my fingertips, a wind of pink cups around them. I had some time to get ready for the wedding.
“You’re no fun.” His solid form appears in the spot directly in front of me, arms crossed.
“Why are you lying to yourself? I’m plenty fun.” I waste no time by pulling myself into a standing position, wrapping my arms around the tall figure.
He sighs into the wisps of my hair, pulling me in tighter.
“Missed you today.” He murmurs, planting a kiss to my temple.
“God, I missed you too, dealing with asshole Ben is draining.”
“Oh, he’s so into you.” He pulls away from me, sitting on the mattress before pulling me into his lap.
“You’re so sure?” I raise an eyebrow.
“He’s me, I know how his cogs turn.” He moves a piece of my hair to fit behind my ear.
“Well, I think he needs to remove the pool cue from up his ass.” I brush his hair from its tidy style into a messy state.
“Wanna do it for him? Me? I don’t know how to address this.” He blinks in confusion before shrugging.
“I’d rather suck face with a windmill.”
“So much for loving me in every timeline.” He teases.
“Oh, come on! He puts the capital D in Douchebag, babe.” I press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Suppose you’re right.” He trails off and cups my face, pulling me back in to meet his lips in a proper fashion.
I melt into him, instantly, the soft cotton feeling of his lips soothing my own. I place my hands on his shoulders, steadying myself so I don’t fall off his lap.
He secures a hand on my waist whilst keeping his other glued to my cheek.
Our noses brush against each other as he moves with compassion, tasting of honey and orange, so uniquely him.
I let out a gleeful sigh into the kiss, as he prods his tongue, a silent request.
I open my lips wider, letting him in closer.
I slide my hands up to his hair, winding them around the soft streaks.
His tongue is still fumbling with mine, his thumb rubbing deep circles into my side.
I attempt to move my hands further down his hair but get caught on a couple of strands, creating a gentle tug against his locks.
A small moan of pleasure ricochets against my lips, I subconsciously smile into his own.
We disconnect, the fantasy to have an eternal kiss nags and pulls at my heart.
“You’re so pretty.” He whispers, breath hitting my chin.
“I should be saying that to you.” I move my hands down to find solace against the lapels of the leather that encased his torso.
“How am I dead but still have the opportunity to be with heaven?” He lingers a small kiss against me, his words winding around the cells of my body.
“You deserve everything you didn’t know you needed, love.” I move from my position into a straddling stance as he moves further into the plush underneath him, my skirt slides up a little.
Our lips connect once again, finding home in the comfort of each other. It’s more intense now, a sudden fervour to the moving of our mouths.
I hover, a hair fracture above his clothed dick, until his hands slide up my thighs and he presses them down so I’m fully on top him.
I resist the urge to move, a tease at heart.
He moves to squeeze the skin of my ass, propelling me to gently roll my hips against him.
He releases a breathy sigh, a smile pinching his cheeks as he pulls back from the kiss.
“Sit on my thigh?” It’s more of a question then a demand, something I adore about the man underneath me.
“If you insist.” I wink before kissing his nose, I move to set myself above his left thigh.
“Don’t resist yourself, I want you to enjoy every single moment we have together.” The intimacy and honesty of his statement soften my heart.
That is until he kisses me again, gripping the flesh of my ass, pulling me to grind down against him.
His wear and tear jeans do wonders against the thin cotton that constricts me.
“Shit, Ben.” I let his name fall freely from my lips, I let my hand slide up his other thigh, brushing over the fabric of his crotch.
“Fuck.” He cussed out as I knead my hand with a steady pace.
I start to grind down harder, faster, letting my clit roll against the denim.
I unzip his fly with one hand, opening the front of his pants. He’s painfully hard, already, sending a spark of lust below.
His hand tightens around my ass as I wrap my hand around him through his briefs, delivering steady tugs with what space I had.
He lets his thigh shake for me, increasing the pleasure of using him, short bounces as he spurs on my climax.
“Fuck, fuck, Ben.” I moan into his ear as I fall forward.
I can feel everything tightening, rocking my hips faster, I chase my upcoming high.
“C’mon.” His grumble turns into a moan as I give a particular hard tug.
“Almost there, love.” I nip at his earlobe, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
It all piles up, the pleasure, the love.
Until I’m cumming on his clothed thigh, grasping a hand at his shoulder, wet seeping through my panties and onto his jeans.
“Fuck.” His hot breath hits my neck, he whispers praises into the soft skin.
He gently removed my hand from him, rubbing shapes into my wrist.
“So good, baby.” He coos at me, lifting me from his defiled leg.
“I love you.” I let my mouth connect to the plush of his lips, he moans into them.
“I love you.” He whispers as I kiss a trail down his neck.
I let my fingers slide his jacket from his upper body, he pulls his hoodie and shirt afterwards, letting his bright read chest out for show.
He’s devoid of hair, smooth pecs and small trace of abs stare back at me.
I move to kneel on the floor.
“You don’t have to, my love.” He holds my chin between his finger and thumb.
“Oh, but I want to.” My desperation to wrap my mouth around him never ceases to shake him to his core.
“God, you’re perfect.” He moans out.
I smile at this, thinking the same about him.
After he’s no longer constricted from the refinery of the denim, I let a finger trace the underside of his cock.
He lightly grips the bedsheets resting under his palms, his head falling back as I wrap my mouth around his tip.
I let my right hand grasp the base, pulling steady strokes as I bob down on him. His mouth falls open, silent cusses air out.
I slide my other hand up his thigh, letting it cup his balls, massaging a gentle motion whilst still keeping my rhythm with my mouth.
“Shit.” His whine sends a jolt to my core, how is one man so blindingly hot?
I continue my pace, reveling in the whoreish sounds falling from his lips.
I remove my mouth from his cock, whilst keeping my hand tugging stable strokes.
I let my mouth wander down, my tongue pokes out as I lick a gentle stripe against one of his balls. Throwing caution to the wind I take them both into my mouth, awarding small sucks.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Stop, stop.” I immediately cease all action.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something, oh, I’m so-”
“Absolutely not-” he takes a couple of moments to catch his breath “-I just want to come inside you, baby.” Sweet boy.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” I move from my knees to kiss him, letting my tongue explore his mouth, the taste of him still lingering in our swapping spit.
His forehead is painted a sheet of sweat.
“You need a moment?” I whisper sweetly.
“How about you take off your little outfit whilst I watch?” His devious smile is a new look on him, he’s so eager to take a turn at dominance.
Standing up fully, I reach for the hem of my shirt, letting it slowly slide up until I drop it on the floor beside me.
“You’ve been walking around with no bra?” He’s wide eyed and his mouth is gaped.
“It’s the end of the world, think I’m allowed some comfort.” I grin, reaching for the zipper of my skirt.
“No wonder, clone Ben can’t take his eyes off you.” His head lulls back before setting his eyes on me again.
“I’m all yours.” I look him dead in the eyes as I roll my skirt down my hips, letting my underwear join the garment. I bend slightly before letting it drop, he take the rest of his jeans off.
“Such a pretty little princess.” His words are sweet but there’s a dirty side to them.
I walk back over to him but before I make it to the bed he stands, grabbing my waist. He flips me onto the bed, my tits bounce up as I connect to the mattress.
“Shit, you’re so perfect.” He lets his knees connect to the sheets, settling himself between my legs.
“You don’t have to, baby.” I state as he lowers his frame.
“Oh, but I want to.” He repeats my words from before, smirking as he nips his teeth at the skin of my thighs.
He press small kisses and bites to my thighs, before sucking a large red mark, bang in the middle. I tense up, he’s teasing me, that’s my tactic.
He lets his head up further, moving his tongue up the side of one of my folds before quickly swiping over my clit and down the other one, barely lingering on the set of nerves.
“Ben.” I plead, he’s enjoying his new found dominance too much to grant what I want.
I feel one of his fingers trace a line down my entrance, not pushing it in. He does this a few times until I’m whining in wait.
“Please.” I whisper. He smiles softly at me, giving in.
His tongue connects to my clit as he finally pushes a single finger inside me. I relax into the pillow.
His small kitten licks are enough for now as his middle finger is curling sweet thrusts upwards.
I let myself drown in the pleasure and presence of him, my only love. I’d give anything for a single one of his desires.
He himself grows tired of the slow pace, inserting two more digits into me, whilst increasing the speed of his tongue.
“Oh, fuck.” My head dents into the mattress, my hands fumbling to grip the paper white sheets before deciding to wrap around his hair.
His fingers are setting a hard curling pace, hard and rough. His mouth wraps around my clit, emitting small fast sucks, whilst also moving his tongue up and down.
“Shit, Ben.” I’m almost crying from the pleasure and I’m certainly light headed.
It’s building up, fast and sure.
I tighten my hands around his locks, his hips are grinding slow thrusts into the sheets.
This is so hot. He’s so good, too good. Fuck.
His pace doesn’t falter of fail and I clench around his fingers as I come for the second time tonight.
“Ben!” I cry out, broken moans follow. He slows down his speed, letting me ride out my high to the last second.
“Oh, fuck, you’re getting fucking phenomenal at that.”
“I have an amazing teacher.” He breaths out, chest heaving, his hips have stop grinding against the mattress.
“I almost feel bad for keeping you all to myself.” I lift his chin with my hands, bringing him to my eye level.
“You’re right, I don’t.” I connect my mouth to his in a messy kiss, his lower face still soaked in my cum, the taste doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
I wrap my legs around his middle, letting the make out last longer.
He presses his body down further, letting his abs rub up against my sensitive clit, a whine exits.
“I want you to ride them some time.” He states as he moves to kiss down my neck.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Poor choice of words.
“At least we’d be invisible together.” He makes an off hand joke.
He finds a spot and starts creating a mark with his teeth, delivering gentle kicks to soothe the pain. He repeats this a few times until I’m littered in them.
“There’s no pain in the void, only pleasure.” He’s so devious.
“Guess we have that to look forward too.” I reference the situation of the burning and collapsing world around us, I feel so safe with him that I’m not afraid anymore.
“You still wanna keep going?” He asks, his eyes boring deep into mine.
“You did just hear yourself, right?“ He rolls his eyes at me before softly kissing me, I untangle my legs from around him.
He’s still hard, leaking with pre cum, his tip is so red it looks painful.
“Fuck, I’m sorry for neglecting you like this, baby.” I look at him with kind eyes.
“Worth it, I love watching you writhe beneath me.” Those words. I have never heard those words fall from those pretty lips, but oh, do I want to hear them again.
“Fuck me, now.” I slide my hands down his biceps.
“Well, I wasn’t going wait until later.” He wraps his veiny hands around himself, letting a slow tug of his own before lining up with my entrance.
He takes his time pushing in, letting me feel every single inch of him, exactly how we like it. I’m so eager for ruin but for him, I have all the patience in the world.
He finally bottoms out, pressing his head against mine as his forearms find the spaces between my head.
He kisses the corner of my mouth before pulling almost all the way out, then sliding in, a torture worthy slow move.
He picks up his speed with every push of his hips, until he’s found a steady rhythm. It’s slow and hard and passionate.
He slides his fingers down the valley of my tits, down my middle until his thumb meets my clit. Slow circles and changes of pressure make my head fuzzy and eyes close.
“Let me see those eyes, princess. Please?” He’s so gentle, even when defiling me.
I flutter then open to see his perfect face staring back at me.
His pace starts to quicken but not lighten, his thrusts are still rough and deliberate.
The speed of his thumb against my clit has also fastened. He hiked one of my legs up around his shoulder, hitting a deeper spot then before.
“Shit, baby.” He moans out, his head meeting my opposite shoulder.
He’s silent but does as so. turning me into my stomach and wasting no time entering me again.
I press my chest into the pillow, arching my back at the complete destination of my body.
He’s railing me with such devotion and sentiment I can’t stop the tumble of moans and whines coming out of me.
“What if I hurt you?” He grunts out, still remaining his good boy attitude.
“You won’t, destroy me, please?” I grip the pillow in front of me.
“Fuck, I’m so lucky.” He laughs out before slamming hips hips into me, his hip bones creating friction against the back of my thighs.
He rains down a spank to my ass, gripping at the skin as an anchor.
He’s moaning with every delivered thrust.
His name is the only thing I see and think. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing fast and tight circles like his life depended on it.
“Ben!” I moan out his name as my final orgasm hits me like a freight train, it’s soul wracking.
He lets out the loudest strangle moan I’ve heard him muster, spilling everything into me.
No need for contraception when you’re dead.
The unlocked door to the hotel room bursts open.
“Y/n, I heard you calling m-”
I whip my head around from it place on the pillow to see a face of horror, replacing the rushed tone of his previous statement. He’s completely shaken by the view of his clone balls deep in me.
“Fuck, you asshole! Get out!” I throw the pillow at him, he slams the door shut.
I look towards him to see him silencing a laugh.
“Are you serious?” I stare him down but the more he’s laughing the easier it is to join in.
Soon we are in fits giggling on the sweat soaked sheets.
“Oh-ho, shit! He’s gonna go tell everyone! Fuck, I gotta go explain myself.” I shout out still in a gaggle of laughter.
“Take me with you, I gotta see how it plays out.” We hurry to dress ourselves, his cum still leaking out of me.
“Here.” He tosses me his jacket.
“You’re a doll.” I kiss him on the cheek.
“Shut up, pretty boy, let’s go do some damage control.”
