“shh. shh baby, you’ll wake dean.” sam chuckled softly against your lips as another helpless whimper left your lips at his deep thrust, hitting that magical spot that made your eyes tear up. you couldn’t help it. dean was sleeping next door, and sam was being so agonizingly slow. you felt so full of him and he could see his faint bulge in your stomach with the moonlight reflecting down on your tummy. his thumb softly rubbed at it as your eyes fluttered.
it was such a sight, you fucked out with the dim light of outside reflecting on your smaller helpless body. you couldn’t breathe like this. couldn’t breathe with the weight of his massive body on top of yours. with his long thickness that made you feel impossibly full as you sucked him in tight. soft little pants left your lips.
“pleasee!” you couldn’t help but cry out, ignoring him.
his brows scrunched up. “hey. hey what did i say? shhhh.” he spoke out, putting a finger to your lips to quiet you, like you were a child getting scolded.
you let out a frustrated sound as he thrusted slow once more.
“you can take it baby, can’t you? if you can’t be good for me slow, then i can’t go fast for you honey can i?”
his voice was deep and low, lips brushing against yours as you weakly whispered, “i’ll be good- ah- sammy please.” you croaked.
“yeah? gonna be good? my good little girl?”
you nodded desperately as he moved, your eyes struggling to stay open as you softly gasped out.
his pace began to slowly quicken and you managed to pant out softly, doing your best to control your volume. dean was probably deep snoring like a pig but the motel’s rooms walls had always been thin.
his long fingers trailed down to your little button, all slippery and ready for him as he chuckled.
“yeahhh. she likes that, doesn’t she? she’s begging to be touched, look at her.”
his fingers slow and careful, like he was inspecting a delicate jewel. he began to softly rub as your head lolled to the side, blissed by the tingly aching pleasure that had you biting down on your lip.
“so pretty.” he cooed, “think you can take a liiittle bit more sweetheart, hm?”
and that’s when you lost all control, because sam suddenly slammed into you, your eyes widening as you squealed out, his hips beginning to snap against yours as he set a ruthless pace.
you had never whined so loud in your life as he pounded against the place that made you see stars in your eyes, half sobbing at the unexpected fast euphoria, your entire body caught off guard by his pace as all you could do was lay limp like a little ragdoll as his dark eyes glared down at you.
“the fuck did i say huh?! fuck, can’t even fucking listen, you’re fuckin useless honey.” he grumbled, suddenly clamping his massive hand over your mouth as it half covered your face. all he could see now were your half lidded eyes that kept fluttering back, wet and shiny from tears and the vibration and sound of your muffled whimpers against his hand.
each fast thrust punctuated with his own breathy grunts and mean words that had you leaking around his cock even more. “you’re a dumb little slut baby, can’t even take my cock right. telling you to shut the fuck up and you’re just crying? huh? what are we gonna do with you sweetheart?”
his hand tightened against your lips as he suddenly grinned.
“go on. tell me.” raising a brow, amused at your helplessness.
all you could do was claw at his biceps, chest heaving up and down in shallow breaths as the heat in your face felt heavier and heavier, dizzy and delicious.
he had hooked your legs up with one arm, up against his shoulders as he fucked you with an intensity that had you ready to pass out. he could see the dumb look in your eyes and it just made him hiss out in pleasure, seeing how powerless you truly were.
“can’t breathe? you sure honey? i’ve choked you before, you’ve taken that like a real slut and been fine. you look like you’re giving up now, silly girl. you can breathe through your nose, you know that?”
your brain dissolved with every word, your cries muffled yet getting progressively louder against his hand.
“you’re made for this baby, made to take my cock like this. be all fuckin’ helpless. all fucking- fuck. looking so fucking pretty taking me.” his voice broke, trailing into a half whimper as the sound of wet skin slapping filled the room. he was getting closer and closer, and he could tell you were too with the way your tears leaked down onto his hands, your back beginning to arch as your vision blurred.
“fuck!” he hissed against your lips.
“yeah- yeah cum for me. cum baby just- fuck- fuckin crybaby. you gonna cum crybaby? yeah? gonna be a good little girl and let go?” his own voice a pitch higher as an unintelligible noise ripped out of you as the sharp band in your stomach snapped, flooding you with a white hot sensation throughout your entire body. you trembled violently as he groaned, feral and hypocritical as he spilled inside you, whimpering desperately. his hand against your lips even tighter, he roughly shoved his hand against your face as the roughness combined with your orgasm made a glimpse of heaven engulf your vision.
you couldn’t see. just feel. lightheaded and euphoric as a rush of cold air hit your face, you gasping out like a man starved for breath. he gently slapped at your face, before stroking your cheek. “thaaaats it. good baby. cmon, breathe stupid. breathe baby.” he whispered against your lips, face contorted with pleasure as he closed his eyes, letting his breath mingle with yours, hot and heavy as you panted into his mouth.
the world seemed to slow down in that moment as you both caught your breaths. you let your eyes close too as his thumb caressed the curve of your cheek.
“pretty baby. you were so good. so so good.” he murmured softly against your lips before lifting you up a little to readjust you as he laid on his side, twisting so so you could snuggle him with his pulsating cock still inside you, heavy and warm. you let out a little moan. you’d be full all night with him.
his thick arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he pressed a sweet little kiss to your shoulder, letting you drift away into your own little dream world as your breathing evened out.
Ben wasn't gentle. He never was. He rode you with a relentless, punishing rhythm, his hips slamming into yours with enough force to make your vision blur. Each thrust was deliberate, heavy, and utterly dominating, designed to remind you exactly who held the leash. He watched your face intently, fascinated by the way your eyes welled up and your breath came in ragged, broken gasps as he pushed you to your absolute limit.
When he saw the first tear track down your cheek, he didn't stop. Instead, he slowed down just enough to savor the reaction, a cruel, mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leaned in close, his sweat dripping onto your skin, his breath hot against your ear.
"Oh fuck, what's this?" he drawled, his voice dripping with false concern. He sounded like he was performing for an audience, faking a concern he didn't fucking feel. "Why's my beautiful little doll cryin' all of a sudden?"
He gave your hair another rough tug, forcing your tear stained face upward so he could inspect the damage. "What's the matter, sweetheart? Did Daddy get a little too rough for ya?" His laugh was rough and condescending, completely devoid of real sympathy. "Should've thought about that before you started beggin' for this shit."
Despite the mockery in his words, his cock kept driving deep inside you, punishing you for your vulnerability even as he teased you about it.
"C'mon now, don't ruin that pretty face. You wanted this, remember? You wanted to be my little good girl?."
i don’t care what anybody says, sam winchester is a freak in bed
i’m talking about putting you in a chokehold, your face suffocating in his biceps and drooling on it mindlessly from the backshots he was giving you, his hips ruthlessly snapping to yours while your back gave him that beautiful arch he loved so much
his bicep would be covered by your saliva, red bite marks and hickeys bright and evident on his skin.
“uh huh” sam panted, eyes pinned down on yours and examining your expression— a fucked up, lewd expression squished by his bicep— a sight to behold. “keep that back arched for me, mmm”
i’m talking about gripping your hair whenever you were straddling him, the slight tug making you moan in the hungry, passionate kiss and giving him enough space for his tongue to slide in your mouth
and because of that, there was no way to hide that beautiful face of yours from him. even when your face was buried in his shoulder as you rode his cock, breathless gasps of “sam! mph- sam” leaving your lips. it made his hand—that was already buried in your hair— lift your head up by your hair to lock your lips into a messy, open-mouthed kiss
“don’t hide from me” sam murmured in your mouth, his other hand pulling your leg closer to bury his cock more into your cunt. “wanna see your face when you make a mess all over me”
the drag of his length in and out was stretching out your poor, fluttering walls. enough for your hips to slightly jerk back and a small sound leave your lips, only for it to be swallowed by sam and easily hold your hips in place with one hand, the other still buried and gripping onto the locks of your hair
and i’m talking about his large, large hand around your neck as he has you pinned under him in missionary, hovering on top of you and whispering filthy things in your ear to add onto the wet, slaps of his cock in your needy cunt
“thaaaats it. youre doing so so good f’me, baby”
“god, you look so good like this”
your throat would bob in his palm and his thumb would brush under your jaw, a subtle gesture so soft it felt almost out of place from how eager sam was for you, how starved he was
a moan left his lips when the veins on his length were brushed perfectly, biting your shoulder to swallow back his sounds as he kept murmuring on your skin without a thought. “fuck, you have no idea how you drive me crazy”
soldier boy / ben who gets so worked up when he fucks you that sometimes his chest starts to glow… !
your cunt feels so good practically swallowing his cock that he just cant hold himself back! he pins all his weight onto you and slams into your pussy until the rooms filled with squelches and whimpers!! slick dribbles from your hole spraying onto his balls while ben groans into your ear calling you a “messy lil’ slut” and “dirty girl, ya like me pummelling you into the bed?” when your eyes roll back!!
as soon as bens close his pace becomes erratic chasing his own high- his eyes squeeze shut and his chest starts to glow showing the living bomb thats killed hundreds!! you should be scared but bens fucking you soooo good so instead your digging your heels into his ass to get him deeper inside you..
as soon as he stutters inside you, his thick hot cum painting your insides- the buildup fades away leaving ben panting into your neck and your legs shaking around his waist from fear and pleasure.
“almost got ya that time, didn’t i?” he’d say nonchalantly while pulling out and rolling over to light a joint- tucking you into his side and slipping the blunt between your lips to calm your nerves.
ok wait but imagine being soldier boys partner from payback and when the boys find him and release him the first thing he’s looking for is u
omgg this has me screaming! yes, yes, yes! / MDNI
the way ben instantly searches for you the moment he gets freed from the box. when he finds you, he is still so angry at everything so he has to let his frustration out on you :(
he is so desperate, kissing you, inhaling your scent like a wild animal, licking you all over. he just can't can't get enough of you. when he goes down on you he actually sniffs your cunt while groaning, you squeal "god, you're so gross ben!" and he just bites down on your clit telling you to shut up as his tongue laps at your folds desperately. ben was honestly so nasty right now, unkempt, covered in sweat and the scent of his musk overpowered the fragrance of your sweet perfume. but you still get so wet at him eating you out like a man starved, his fingers digging into your thighs, his rough beard scratching your sensitive cunt
he turns you around and spanks you, chokes you, leaves marks on you. all of it just happens in the span of five minutes. he rubs himself on you like a dog trying to claim his territory "fuck, I can't get enough of you doll. am fuckin' addicted to you" he swiftly pulled out his thick cock, the tip of it already leaking with precum "ain't got no fuckin time for foreplay today. just be a good whore for me today yeah?" your eyes widened as you felt him shove his cock in your cunt with no preparation whatsoever. the burning sensation made you instantly tear up "please, it's too much daddy- I can't handle it" he didn't even take into consideration what you said. he covered your mouth with his huge hand while you were ugly crying, snot dripping down your nose "I don' wanna hear none of it, bitch. just be a fuckin good slut for once and help daddy relax"
⤷ cw : fauxcest .ᐟ .ᐟ sex on camera .ᐟ .ᐟ Ben puts u in a headlock .ᐟ .ᐟ dumbification .ᐟ .ᐟ cumming inside (wrap it up) .ᐟ .ᐟ Ben’s a meanie and an icky man ˶ˊᜊˋ˶ minors do not interact .ᐟ .ᐟ
“Come on, doll, smile for the camera."
Ben has you in a headlock, big beefy bicep wrapped around your neck. You smile for the camera like he asked, your mascara is smudged under your eyes and lipstick smudged everywhere. Ben’s pace only picks up. his dick reaching places that make you see stars.
“ah, dad!! dad!!” You moan out loud. Your neighbor will definitely put in a complaint tomorrow, but you can bring yourself to care at all.
“Dad fucked you so dumb you can’t even speak? It’s okay, baby I’ll do all the thinking for you.” His other hand is rubbing your clit, it’s all too much. The lack of oxygen, his dick pounding in you, and his fingers working magic on your clit. You clench around Ben, the heat in your lower belly becomes increasingly more intense.
“You’re Dad's personal fuckdoll, aren’t ya?” He shoves the camera into your face. “Come on, tell the camera what you are.”
"M'dad's p—personal fuckdoll!!” He sets it down and tightens his grip around your neck and starts pounding faster, you can’t form a single thought. The only thing you can think of is Dad, Dad, Dad. You couldn’t hold back as his dick reached that one spot in you that causes you to see stars and cum all over his dick, his orgasm follows quickly after yours. His seed painting your womb, he flops down ontop of you, his grip on your throat loosens, and he pushes the camera into your face, giving your face a kiss, and you smile big and happy.
Give me more forced intoxication soldier boy and my life is yours 🐶💌
omg, 🐶💌 anon returns!
.ᐟ.ᐟ soldier boy who intoxicates you because it's the only way he can fuck you properly– even if you cry the whole way through it! his fat cock practically splitting you in half, his nails digging into your waist as he pounds you from behind. "can't fuckin' take all of it without gettin' all dumb and whiny, can you?" he taunts, clearly done with the way you cry over the pain pleasure, tears dripping down your face. "c'mon, doll.. tell me how mcuh y'like gettin' fucked by dad." to which you mindlessly babble, your cunt all stretched out and dripping as you continue to struggle to take all of him. and if you weren't so drunk from whatever the hell it was that he gave you, accompanied by his cock basically tearing you apart, it'd almost be funny..
.ᐟ.ᐟ soldier boy who gets you so drunk that you piss yourself as he fucks you. he already knows how sensitive you are, especially during sex, but with you in the current state that you're in? hooo boy. what started off as playful teasing soon turned into him fucking you like a ragdoll, with your eyes all hazy and your body limp. but you can still feel; you feel that pressure building in your lower abdomen, the urge to go.. and even when you slur out how you have to go and all, he does not stop. "gotta hold it like a big girl f'me," is all he demands of you, pressing his fat cock into every pressure point in your cunt. it's clear what he's trying to make you do; make you embarass yourself, just so he can degrade you more. and when you eventually do piss yourself, he doesn't say anything until he fucks at least two more loads of his cum into your gaping cunt. "couldn't fuckin' wait, could you?" he huffs. safe to say that you'll definitely be the one to clean up your mess!
.ᐟ.ᐟ soldier boy who can get you to do anything when you're intoxicated. anal? make a sex tape or two? taboo kink exploration? maybe double penetration? you'll do it all, no matter your protests! he'll have his hands holding your thighs apart, to the point where it hurts, as your tight cunt swallows his fat cock over and over. "gonna let me leash you up like a bitch tonight? yeah? let dad do it?" he keeps repeating, like he's trying to hypnotise you. and, of course, it works. you're a babbling, overwhelmed mess by then, intoxicated to hell and desperate to do anything.. if it makes him stop happy! and, sure, you might just be uncontrollably creaming around his cock as it pumps in and out of you, whining that he's "going too deep!" and "please, daddy!", but he just hushes at you, maybe brings his hand down on your mouth really make a point. "c'mon, doll, just lemme do it– just this once," he begs, shoving back into you. hard and deep. "it'll be so much worse f'you if you don't.."
Make it where he puts u in a mating press and degrades u
I assume this request is for soldier boy???
minors DNI (seriously I will block you)
soldier boy who presses his entire weight down on you, folding you like bretzel as he thrusts into you animalistically "so flexible f'me doll. daddy's gonna breed you like a bitch in this position" his frame towering over you in a menacing manner. "you like being fucked stupid huh?" you could just nod your head barely being able to breathe as his cock stretched out your cunt. a harsh slap landed on your face followed by him spitting on your face "are you too fuckin' stupid to get one word out of your dumb cunt mouth?" you let out a defeated whine "y-yes" you sniffled. he smirked down at you as he kept ramming his thick cock into you "awww it's okay doll. gonna stuff ur belly full of my cum all the time till you will be a breeding slut for daddy. that doesn't require thinking, does it?"
warnings: fauxcest (dad/daughter), squirting + a mention of golden showers/watersports, age gap (not specified but reader is above 18yrs), breeding kink mentions
ben’s a little ooc here, but it’s just because he loves his daughter so much!
wc: 1.3k
part 2: porches and prologues
part 3: making love on movie nights
Ben had always wanted a kid.
A son, preferably. A mini him; a boy to raise into a real man, one who won’t grovel and take shit like he did when he was young. Unfortunately, that plane just never took off. He’d never settled down, the main reason being that he never really wanted to with any woman he’d dated.
Thankfully for him, his best friend did have a kid. A daughter, to be more specific.
You.
He was always kind of.. there. No rhyme or reason, just in the house to hang out with your dad. But he was relatively nice, always called you cupcake or sweetheart. Doll if he was being extra sweet, like right now.
..How in the world had it gotten to this point?
It felt like just a year ago you were calling him uncle Ben and running up in his arms, to which he’d lift you up and kiss your round little cheeks.
His daughter by proxy, he’d call you.
“Christ. My babydoll and her sweet little pussy..”
Ben kissed your cheek, taking you out of a lust-filled daze. Your back rested against his bare chest, your sweat mixing together. The only thing filling your ears were the sounds of his sweet nothings against your skin and the wetness from your cunt.
Ben’s fingers were curling against that sweet, spongey spot that made you twist and turn. You couldn’t really move, actually, with his other hand holding up one leg to your chest.
You sniffled and whined softly when he rubbed the edge of his palm against your puffy, sniveling clit. It’d been starved for attention for a long enough time that it’d started literally throbbing. It wasn’t even like he didn’t notice, either. He just wanted to be an ass.
“Fuck, dad, j-just.. just keep doing that, please.. please..” An unexpected sob of need ruptured through you when that small bit of relief was taken away. He shushed you, gently hooking your leg into the crook of his arm to wipe away sweat and a sudden stream of tears that’d started coming down your face. Cooing softly, he spoke again. “‘S okay, cupcake. Dad’s gonna take care’a you soon. M’just getting you ready, yeah? Remember the last time you tried takin’ me without this?”
And, man, did you remember.
The first time you had sex of any kind was, horribly enough, a quickie out on your porch in the dead of night. That night was mostly a blur, but it was hard to remember anything in your current headspace.
“Yeah..” You murmured softly, feeling his hand cup your face and squish your cheeks so he could tip your head back. He pressed his lips against yours, soft and wet, just as he started ramming his three perfectly curated fingers inside you like a madman.
He was hitting everything.
Your ‘special place’ (as he made you say), your cervix, and more notably your bladder. Your eyes rolled back so hard it felt like you’d rip your eyes out the sockets, but all he did was groan and shove his tongue against yours.
“Gonna cum? Yeah?” He growled—yes, actually growled—into your mouth, not really waiting for an answer before he started rubbing his palm on your clit again. “That’s okay, it’s okay.. My sweet fuckin’ girl. Daddy’s girl gonna cum on his fingers? M’gonna let you cum, okay?”
It was like the second coming of jesus just happened; a bright white light filling your vision, your hips rolling into his hand as you squirted all over his fingers like a hose. It was getting all over your sheets, but you didn’t care or notice. That was for later. Live in the present, y’know?
Ben pulled his fingers out and held your head against him as he kissed your forehead. He didn’t let go without an extra rub to your sensitive clit. “For good luck.” He joked.
This wasn’t a time to be joking, you thought.
Anyways, he lifted you up with such ease you forgot you’d let go of all your weight and relaxed into a pile of mush. Settling you onto your back, you managed to lift your head enough to catch a glimpse of him and his detrimentally hard cock. Frankly, it could split you in half, and you were shocked it hadn’t yet.
(One day you’ll figure out the volume of it. You’ll just need go and dust off some old high school textbooks.)
The tip of his cock rubbed against your over sensitive clit. Instinctively, your hips twitched and you moved away from him with an overdramatic whine. It wasn’t much of an effort since his hand came down to grip your hips and pin them onto the mattress below.
“Don’t move. You know not to move.” Ben scolded, continuing to rock his hips gently against your soft, glistening cunt. “Came once and now you’re fucking brain dead. Stupid little girl.”
You shook your head mindlessly with tears in your eyes. “No.. m’not stupid, m’not.” You managed, covering your eyes with your arms when the light started burning it. Ben could’ve laughed at how stupid you looked, all flushed and spent from only his fingers, but he didn’t.
The first thing you felt was something prodding at your sensitive hole, the discomfort making you clench around nothing until you actually were clenching around something.
You screamed into your arm. “Fuck!”
Ben groaned animalistically. “Fuuck.”
He didn’t give time to adjust. He never did. Just rubbed your stomach and rested his palm right there while he reached that hard, fast pace that made you sick enough to cough up bile.
“Shit. Can you feel it, cupcake?” He moaned. His voice was strained from actively ramming your cervix as hard as he possibly could without killing you, but the corners of his mouth were still upturned into a giddy smile.
You nodded your head, finally moving your arm out to look at him with tears in your eyes and drool dripping into your ear canal.
“Words. Dad needs words; don’t want me to think you’re incompetent, yeah? I’d have to fuck the stupid out of you if that happened.” He threatened gently, reaching over with his free hand and grasping onto one of your breasts.
“Y..yeah.. can feel it, ‘s so fuckin’ deep!” You squealed, hiccuping softly when he pinched your nipple between his fingers. There was that pressure again, the familiar one you felt earlier before you saw god.
He slapped your tit, a harsh red mark leaving itself behind and an annoying sting replacing the earlier sensation of his fingers.
“M’so fuckin’ close, dollface.” Ben panted against your leg, dutifully kissing your ankle and foot. You nodded your head eagerly. “G-Give it to me. Please. Dad, please cum in me already!”
He rolled his hips just right, so perfectly that you jolted up like you’d been electrocuted. “Alright, m’gonna give you a fuckin’ sibling. You want dad to give you a little brother? That it?” He gasped, his thumb finding its way against your clit. “Cum, sweetheart. Milk my fucking cock—get every last drop. You can do that right at the very least, can’t you? Or do you not want a brother?”
Oh, you could do more than that.
That same white-hot light flashed before your eyes, and that sweet.. sweet release.
“Christ on a fucking cross,”
It took a little bit before it really clicked. That the release wasn’t hard or fast. It was actually very slow. Eerily slow.
All Ben was seeing was a golden shower right against his wiry, black bush of pubic hair, and that got him. He groaned and keeled over, filling you up to the brim with all of the cum he could physically produce. There were a few more spirts of piss that came out of you, but he just kissed your neck and rubbed your nipple through it all.
After a while of soaking everything up in that position, he laughed. Your brows furrowed when you managed to come out of whatever daze you’d been in for the last two hours.
“What’s so funny?” You slurred softly. He shook his head, nose rubbing against your skin.
“Could fill up a kiddie pool with your piss, cupcake. Y’know that?”
summary ﹏ you have been bratty all fucking day long, whining about being hungry, your feet hurting even though ben told you to change shoes, asking him to carry you. when you both get back to the house, he makes sure to teach you a lesson or two.
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no plot smut. afab!reader. reader & ben have bushes!!!! fauxcest (ben calling himself & making reader call him dad). petnames (kid & doll). brat / brat-tamer dynamic. dirty-talking. praise / degrading. mocking. orgasm denial & control. humiliation. unprotected piv. she / her pronouns for reader's genitalia. slight hair pulling. messy fluids focus (saliva, wetness, cum). oral fixation. rough sex. squirting. creampie / internal ejaculation. overstimulation. light impact play (spanking). drug use (weed / ben smoking). lack of aftercare.
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“See? That’s what happens when you’re now fucking listening to your dad.” A whine escapes from your mouth at the words coming from Ben.
You want to tell him how icky and disgusting he is for calling himself that when he has his fat cock buried all the way inside of your sloppy, throbbing cunt. You want to tell him how much of a pervert he is, how he should shut up and keep fucking you—but that wouldn’t work at all, and so, you just shut up.
You had been bratty all day long, Ben’s words, obviously. You had asked for things when out shopping, had pleaded with him to buy you food, whined when your feet hurt just after one hour of walking even though he had told you to put on some more comfortable shoes. But no, you had to go and do what you wanted, pissing him off with whines and, “When can we get home?”, “I want to sit down now!” or “Beeeen, carry me, please!”
And Soldier Boy just had to show you how annoying you had been as soon as you both got home. He had dragged you to the couch, not even taking the time to get to the bedroom you both shared. Your clothes had been torn off, your favorite panties thrown away in the room before Ben had spit a fat glob of saliva on your cunt, making it glisten even more. He had been cruel—rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb, smearing both wetness and saliva into the hair of your pussy.
It had never bothered him; how you preferred to keep your bush on (not that he had a say in it), on the contrary, it excited him if anything else.
He liked to burn of hair against his pelvis, the feeling of you wet and messy with juice and come mixing together. That’s why he now had you sit on his muscled legs, thighs on each side of his hips as he just watched you whine and try to rub yourself on him.
“Little fuckin’ pussy, all wet and tight around my cock. Y’think I should give her attention, doll?” He asked, his hazel eyes lifting up to the expression of your face like he wanted to see and hear you beg. Your thighs were shaking, two orgasms denied already and juice leaking from your entrance to drip down to the fat of your ass and into the crack just to stop at his balls. Ben’s hands were strong and firm as they kept holding your hips so you wouldn’t move and give yourself pleasure. One of your hands curled through his hair, tugging on the strands as if to push him closer, trying to kiss him. He clicked his tongue on his palate, shaking his head.
“What do you think you’re doing, kid? Want dad to make you feel good again? After you have been so bratty all day long?” He said, and your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Ben—Don’t call yourself that, it’s so disgusting.” The words leaving your mouth only made him smirk because he truly could care less, and he knew the title made your right hole clench anyway. Like your body couldn’t deny the fact that it liked it. It liked Ben being disgusting and icky. “Your pussy loves it, doll.”
Your back arched as if to melt your body against his own, hips trying to rub and jiggle just to feel his throbbing cock deeper inside your hole.
He indulged you, strong hands shifting your hips just to lean his head toward your glistening pussy, spitting another fat glob of saliva right against your sensitive clit. The drool dripped to the hair resting at your puffy folds and around, adding wetness for you to rub your bundle of nerves against his own bush. “Ah! Yes, please, Ben…” He chuckled at the words, shaking his head. “It’s dad to you.” You whined, closing your eyes before rolling your hips once more. “Dad—Please…”
Ben then hummed, his fingers burying themselves in the fat of your hips just to help you rub down. Your gummy walls clenched around the girth of his fat cock, you swear to feel the veins running all the way to the length throb inside you, pre-cum mixing with your essence.
Your bush created a friction against his skin as you rolled your hips to find pleasure. All Ben did was watch you whine like you wanted his help, but his head only rolled against the leather of the couch. What an asshole, you thought to yourself; letting you do all the work like he couldn’t just grab you and fuck you.
You ignored him, well, did your best to. It was hard when your clit rubbed against the patch of hair above his cock, harder when you felt warmth coursing through your lower belly again and gasped, thighs burning and shaking from the effort. Only then did Ben speak up. “Want to cum? Want to cum around dad’s cock like some sort of icky girl?” He asked, voice loud enough for you to hear it and have your dripping hole clench around him.
His hands tightened their grip on the fat of your hips and you nodded. “Yes, I—I want to come, now… Please!” Sweat rolled down from your neck to the dimples at your lower back, your muscles contracted as you felt the orgasm trying to course through you. You only fastened the grinding of your hips then, mentally begging Ben to let you come finally. But a loud curse escaped you when he suddenly grabbed your thighs, stopping you from moving anymore, denying your orgasm for the third time now. “Ben, no! Please, fuck!” You whined loudly, upper body folding toward his chest as he shushed you quietly.
“Now, doll, that’s not how you ask for what you want. I fuckin’ taught you about being polite, didn’t I? Your fuckin’ generation and saying please, swear to God.” he groaned as he watched you, your eyes becoming all teary from being denied once more. Your walls clenched around his fat cock, you swore to feel his pre-cum ooze out of his tip to mix with your juices at the feeling of your sloppy pussy gripping him tight.
Both your hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he groped the fat of your ass, suddenly. His strong hands spread your asscheeks apart, his cock sliding deeper inside your hole.
You could feel his mushroom head kiss gently the skin of your cervix, bringing both pain and pleasure through your body. Ben’s hazel eyes lowered to the state of your pussy; glistening bush pressed against his own pubic hair, messy, puffy and wet folds gripping his cock to keep him inside you like you didn’t want him anywhere else. “Lean back. Let me see that mess of a cunt.” He groaned, hands shifting your hips to angle them forward just so he could see himself inside your cunt, how your hole was stretching around his girth, the wetness creating threads to connect your bodies. Saliva and juice pooled at your clit, making the view more perverted.
Ben groaned at the view, licking his lips before looking back up at you. “All that for dad’s cock, fuckin’ icky girl. Look at your pretty pussy and that pretty bush. S’fucking making me throb. Want me to fuck you full, don’t you?” You immediately nodded at him, but remembered all too well how he had treated impoliteness before. “Yes, please… I want you to fuck me, dad.”
He groaned at the words leaving your mouth before nodding and his hands moved to your thighs to pull you back correctly on his cock, making you feel him all the way inside. A gasp left your mouth, making him smirk and he only replied by thrusting his hips up to slot against yours. “Ah! Mh, fuck, please…” You whined at him, not caring about how embarrassing you must look at that moment, truly needing him to fuck you.
Ben didn’t stop at that, his hips immediately taking a fast pace as they thrusted up against yours. His cock rubbed and hit the spongy spots inside your sloppy cunt, creating squelching noises that echoed inside the empty room. Your juice smeared around, wetting your bush and his own, creating a friction that almost burned. His groans and grunts hit your ears, making your walls clench, and his pace faltered for a second.
“Fuck, keep clenching that pussy ‘round dad’s cock, yeah? Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” He spoke, but you could only nod your head in answer.
Your hands moved, grabbing at his shoulders and down to his biceps as if it could help you stay up. His mushroom head kept hitting the spot at the entrance of your hole, making you moan out each time. Your body was begging for a release, the muscles of your thighs were burning and aching for a new position but Ben kept going, nuzzling his fat cock inside your cunt. His ballsack kept hitting the skin of your ass, creating slapping noises that sounded so perverted. You could feel your wetness running all the way down to his base, making your skin sticky against his own.
Ben’s head rolled against the leather of the couch once more before he moved it just so his eyes could lower to your hairy pussy; watching his fat cock disappear inside your hole. A creamy white ring of come had been created at the base of his cock, smeared into his pubic hair and yours.
He didn’t say anything, too busy focusing on fucking you, his hands moving to your hips and his digits tightened their grip on the fat there. He kept pulling you back down onto his cock each time he thrusted up, not letting you do any work, using you like his personal fleshlight. Your body bounced, his balls sticking to your ass, his pubic hair brushing against your very sensitive clit as you started to roll your hips to add pleasure. One of his hands lifted up to the back of your head just to tug on your hair, making you wince in pain.
Your eyes looked up at his face just to see him already watching you; his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck—Let me see that pretty face when I make you come, doll. Need to see how much y’like it.” He said, and your own lips parted just for your tongue to stick out, for saliva to drip from the tip of your tongue in a fat glob, hitting the skin at the valley of your breasts.
Ben groaned at the view, nodding his head. “You disgusting girl, what d’you want? You want dad’s cock? His finger?” A nod of your head was enough for Ben to let go of your hair, just to shove his finger inside your mouth.
His digit pushed against your wet tongue and you immediately closed your lips around his thumb. His other hand kept helping you down on his cock as his strong hips thrusted up, cock rubbing at your sweet spot. “That’s it, good girl, taking dad’s cock and finger so well. You were made for that, aren’t you?” He spoke as you sucked on his thumb eagerly, moaning his name as he slotted his cock inside you, making your pussy gush and leak down his shaft. One of your hands moved to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t put his digit away, your tongue rolling around the warm skin. The view of you like that made Ben fasten his thrusts, making you bounce harder.
You cried out around his thumb, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, drool dripping down your chin as you sucked on his thumb. Ben hissed as he watched tears slowly roll down your cheeks, his strong hand shifting your hips and angling them toward his body. The new position made his fat mushroom tip hit directly onto your g-spot, making you gasp loud. Your free hand moved to hold onto his shoulder like you had done before, and you tried to push his hand away from your face, but he clicked his tongue on his palate. “Keep suckin’ on that, kiddo. Let me see how you’d like to have my cock in your mouth next.”
You had no other choice but keep his digit inside your mouth as he thrusted back to slot his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. Louder squelching noises echoed around the room, your wet pussy clenching around his cock as he kept rutting his hips up. Ben groaned, eyes lowering to the clearer creamy white ring at the base of his shaft that your pussy had created, both of your bushes glistening with come and wetness.
Suddenly, Ben pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you were able to moan his name back, crying for release as big tears rolled down your cheeks to mix with saliva. You were a mess; muscles aching even more than before, sweat covering your face, breathing labored from the efforts.
Your walls clenched tightly around Ben’s cock when he pressed his wet and warm thumb against your slick clit. Your body squirmed at the feeling, an overstimulating sensation coursing through you; you gasped. “Mhpfhhpf, Ben! Ah, too much!” Ben only started to rub and circle your bundle of nerves after your reaction. “Too much? I thought you wanted to come? Want me to stop?” He groaned, mocking you through his actions and tone. You shook your head, lips parted wide and head becoming dizzy. “No, I—I want to come!” You replied to him, rolling your hips to feel both his cock and digit.
“Then be a good fuckin’ girl and take it, I know you can. Y’can be good for me, yeah? For dad?” He asked, making you cry out as his tip rubbed against your g-spot once more. He started to thrust up toward this spot specifically, making you gasp non-stop, and more tears rolled down your cheeks; you felt his fat cock throb inside your cunt at the view he had of you.
“Yes, yes, yes! I can be good!” You replied with a shaky voice, both hands lifting to the back of his head, fingers running through his strands and tugging on them. The tug was so sharp that Ben hissed and his thumb rubbed harder against your slick clit, his cock slotting itself deep inside your dripping pussy, kissing all the nooks and crannies of your gummy walls.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “About to come, aren’t ya’?”, he asked before looking down at the mess you were creating on his cock.
“Fuck, if only you could see your little cunt squeezing me up. Bet she wants me to stay all the way inside.” He grunted, words perverted and disgusting as they hit your ears, but only made you clench harder. A warmth started to spread around your belly, your muscles burning as you felt your orgasm showing the tip of its nose. “Ben—Dad! Going to come, please!” You said, rectifying yourself before he denied your orgasm again.
His hand on your hip tightened, his thumb on your clit rubbed faster as your walls clenched once again. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So polite, aren’t you, baby? Go on, come on dad’s cock, make a mess for me.” He hissed and it sufficed you. Your lips parted wider, pupils blown out as you looked at him. He never stopped the stimulation of your clit as you came down his cock; the orgasm was strong and violent. Your whole body squirmed and twitched, and you tried to push yourself away from him. “God, god! Too much, please!” You cried, but Ben only groaned, his hips thrusting up harder for his cock to hit your g-spot. Your upper body folded against his chest as you drooled.
Your brain was empty of thoughts as he kept fucking you, pace relentless, overstimulating you. The muscles of your thighs contracted, your pussy clenched hard. “Fuck, that’s it, sweet little cunt… M’going to fill her up, yeah?” You were unable to reply, saliva dampening the fabric of his suit that he hadn’t bothered taking off. His bulbous tip rubbed against your clenched gummy walls, hitting your sweet spot on purpose. Ben was completely overstimulating you now, his thumb never stopping the circles around your clit, keeping pleasure course through your body.
You felt another type of warmth course through your body as Ben cursed, his eyes focused on your cunt—and suddenly, you were squirting all over his cock. He didn’t even seem surprised as he kept thrusting up, juices flowing out of you to drench his hairy cock, balls, hips and the leather of the couch. Loud squelching noises were created his cock thrusting in and out of your sloppy, dripping pussy. The essence coated your thighs, your bush and made it glisten, as Ben finally stilled inside your hole. “Here is it, baby, dad’s cum. All warm and ready for you.” He groaned at you.
His hips stopped moving, cock slotted all the way inside you as his thick, warm cum filled you up. His balls tightened, the muscles of his thighs clenching and you gasped; your body convulsing slightly as you felt his semen against your slick gummy walls, dripping back down to the base of Ben’s cock just to pool there after kissing your cervix.
Neither of you moved afterward, just breathing loudly before you watched the made-up soldier extend one arm to the side, grabbing a blunt from the side table, putting it between his lips. You’re about to move off of his lap but he looks up at you, shaking his head while lighting up the joint.
“Stay here. Your pussy’s warm, I like it. Want to watch my cum make a mess in your bush.” He just says, and you cough when he exhales the smoke toward your face, smirking. You can smell the weed from it, making you scrunch your nose.
“That felt good, uh? Bet ya’ liked calling me dad while I fucked you.” His words bring shame and embarrassment to you, but your sensitive walls clench around his cock without you realizing, feeling his semen slowly drip out of your hole. Ben hum then, smoking lazily on his blunt, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a sweat-covered face. “You made a fuckin’ mess.”
You can only roll your eyes at his words, making his strong hand slap on the skin of your ass, the fat bouncing from his action. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sharp sting his hand leaves on your skin. “Hey, that’s so mean!” You voice at him but Ben only exhales more marijuana smoke toward you, making you cough.
“Don’t be fucking impolite, doll, or I’ll fold you in two on this couch and fuck your cunt until you beg me to stop.”
