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rayslittlekitten · 9 months

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Want It

A/N: Don't look at me. This spilled out of me. This takes place before the movie, even before Annie. Not beta'd.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3,913

Pairing: Dark!Ethan Campbell x Student F! Reader (she is 18)

Plot: Your dream of confessing your feelings to your tutor turns out to be a nightmare.

WARNINGS: non-con/rape, dubcon/coercion, obsession/stalker vibes, age gap, power dynamics/imbalance, mindfuck/gaslighting, blackmail, assault, degradation/humiliation, name-calling, praising, creampie, non-consensual photos, restraint, faceslapping, unprotected PiV, oral sex (F receiving)

DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT

GIF by @giveintogarrett

Today's the day. You can't wait to tell your tutor the great news and while on the way home from school, you were so nervous and excited. You also decided today is the day you're going to confess your feelings for him since it's your last session. Knowing that the house would be empty during this time, you took advantage of the opportunity. After checking yourself in the mirror, you head downstairs to the sitting room where he's looking through his notes.

"Hi, Ethan. Sorry, just had to freshen up a bit," you apologize as you walk over to him with an extra pep in your step.

"It's no problem," he smiles politely.

You sit down next to him and he scoots over to accommodate you.

"So how was school?" he asks, shifting his attention to you.

"It was great," you smile at him.

"Oh, yeah?" he starts, adjusting his glasses and looking at you expectantly. "So...?"

You both stare at each other for a few moments until you finally break the suspense lingering.

"I passed! I'm graduating!" You squeal in excitement, bouncing in your seat.

"That's amazing!" Ethan reacts with equal excitement. "Congratulations!"

His arms spread wide open as he stands up and you do the same, stepping into his space and wrapping your arms around his torso for a full body hug. You hold him a bit tighter and longer, smelling his chest.

"I knew you could do it, kiddo."

With your arms still around him, you pull back to look up at him. He curiously tilts his head looking back at you.

"What is it?" he asks, a bit concerned.

"There's... there's also something else I want to tell you."

"Okay," he nods, releasing you. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, of course," you sputter, letting your arms fall to the side and shifting your weight from one leg to the other. "Um..."

You look down at your loafers trying to conjure up the courage to tell him.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I won't judge you," he says.

You look up at his sincere and comforting face and flash him a tight-lipped smile. Glancing behind you, you shuffle over back to the couch to sit down and Ethan follows. With his hands folded on his lap, he waits patiently. You take a deep breath and sit up straight, puffing out your chest.

"Ethan, I like you," you finally tell him, letting out a breath of relief, but you hold your breath again when he doesn't respond.

He looks back at you with a blank expression and slight tilt to the head.

"Well, I like you too, kiddo. You're one of my best students," he says casually, relaxing into the couch.

You try to read his face and body language and realize he misunderstood you.

"N-no, I mean... like like."

Ethan stiffens.

"I've always thought you were so cute and handsome and kind and sweet. You always listen and know the right things to say," you smile, and turn your face away suddenly feeling shy.

You've had a crush on him since you first met him in the beginning of the school year. He's older than you. Not in an “old enough to be your father” kind of way, but his beard, brow rim glasses and slicked back hair makes him appear older than he is, which you prefer. He's so attentive to you and makes you feel special. Biting your lower lip, you gaze up at him from under your lashes. Ethan adjusts himself on the couch and clears his throat, avoiding eye contact. You frown when he doesn't react in a way you had hoped.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable--" you start to apologize.

"N-no!" Ethan cuts in. "I just... wasn't expecting this."

Feeling brave, you scoot closer to him and cautiously put your hand on his knee. He looks down at your hand and then back up at your face.

"You're not like the boys at school, not like Ben. You know how to treat a lady."

His attention shifts back down to your hand when it slowly slides up his thigh.

"Ben? Your boyfriend?" Ethan asks.

"Ex," you shake your head and continue to inch higher, but he doesn't budge.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm overstepping." Feeling dejected, you pull your hand away and stand up to walk away.

"Wait!"

You feel Ethan's long, thick fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back down. You look back at him and notice a flicker in his eyes.

"I have a confession too," he starts and you give him your undivided attention. "I like you too," he flashes a warm smile. "Like like."

Your face lights up and you give him a smile so wide, it hurts your face.

"I think you're cute too," he compliments. "You're smart, always so eager and excited to learn. You have this bubbly personality with this infectious laugh, yet also so adorably shy and innocent."

He scoots closer to you and your heart beats faster. He brings a hand up and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Your face gets hot at his touch and you look away again.

"I'm not that innocent." You look back at him coyly, now knowing the feelings are mutual.

Ethan is caught off guard when you climb onto his lap, straddling him and then pressing your lips over his. He freezes up for a moment but then you feel him kissing you back. You smile against his lips and deepen it. His muscles relax as he continues to make out with you. You flinch when you feel Ethan's hand grabbing your ass under your skirt so with your hands, you move his to your waist without breaking contact. His hands wander again and you shift uncomfortably on his lap, but then you feel him slide his hand to your front under your skirt and you flinch again.

"Wait, Ethan, s-slow down," you breathe out and then put your hands on his chest to try to put a little distance between you two, but he pushes you down onto the couch and smashes his mouth against yours.

His hand reaches between your legs again and you try to push his hand away.

"Ethan-" you let out a nervous chuckle and try to squirm away, but he follows you.

“Don’t be shy,” he tells you, reaching under your skirt again.

“Okay, Ethan, stop.” You push away from him again, more firmly this time, but he pins your hands above your head and your body against the couch, feeling his erection poking you.

"Stop being a fucking tease," Ethan growls, hovering his face above yours.

You freeze, staring back up at him, shocked at his aggression.

"Don't be all coy now. You think I don't notice when you purposely crossing and uncrossing your legs, flashing me your panties, showing what you're wearing underneath your rolled up uniform skirt?" With one large hand holding down your wrists, the other hand caresses the top of your thigh under your skirt.

"Or how about dropping something in front of me and bending over so I can see your ass and the outline of your pussy lips under that tight thong? Hm?"

You don't respond. You simply look away, dodging his uncomfortable gaze when he leans into you but his face follows yours, forcing you to acknowledge him.

"Just the other day, you tripped and fell on my lap."

"T-that was an accident," you quickly explain.

"Yeah, sure it was," he jabs. "Was it also an accident when you rubbed your ass against my crotch?"

"I-I was trying to get off of you. I was in an awkward position--"

You stiffen and your thighs clamp together tight when you feel his hand forcing his way up until his fingertips brush against the front of your underwear.

"Fuck, are you wet already?" he asks, impressed.

Your body is still tense and he senses it.

"Don't be nervous. I promise to be gentle," he assures you, planting a tender kiss on your cheek.

You feel his fingers start rubbing you and you buckle your knees when he runs them over your clit.

"You like how that feels?" he asks, drawing lazy circles around your clit, making your hips twitch.

You're conflicted. You did want to go all the way with Ethan, but after seeing this side of him, you're not so sure anymore. You have dreamt about this day many many times, but this is not how you ever imagined it.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me. I know you're enjoying this. Why else would your panties be so soaked?" he says as he continues to tease you. "You're right about not being so innocent."

"I-I'm a virgin," you quickly throw out, hoping maybe he'll ease up.

"Don't fucking lie to me," he spits out and you recoil. "I know you're not a virgin. I saw you and that boy - was that Ben? - in your bedroom on your 18th birthday party, which frankly, I wasn't sure why I was even invited in the first place but now I know. I don't know if you purposely left the door ajar or you were careless, but I saw you bent over on your bed getting fucked so hard and..." A guttural noise emits from his throat. "I'll admit, I got so jealous, but since then, every night I've jerked off to you, imagining how tight and soft your pussy probably feels."

You swallow hard as you stare back at him in complete fear. You're hoping someone comes home soon, but you know it wouldn't be for at least another hour and unfortunately, Ethan probably does too. He knows the schedule and it's been consistent for the last ten months.

"I bet your mouth is soft too," he adds, his gaze landing on your mouth. You gasp when he uses his knee to shove your leg apart and then cups your pussy, rubbing you harder through your underwear.

"Gosh, you're just getting wetter by the minute," he says. "I wanna taste you."

Ethan releases your wrists and as he moves down your body, you scramble away, but he quickly grabs your ankle and pulls you back in under his body and holds you down.

"The more you resist, the more rough I'll have to get. It's up to you how you want it. It makes no difference to me, but I do have to admit that the struggling makes it a little more fun," he smirks. "You're a good girl, right?"

"P-please don't hurt me," you plead.

"Shh, shh, no, I'm not gonna hurt you," he consoles you, nudging his nose against your temple, placing butterfly kisses on your face. "I promise you're gonna like it. Now stay put or I'm gonna have to restrain you."

You stay still as he makes his way down your body again. You look away when he lifts up your pleated skirt. He grabs each side of your soaked thong and peels it off of you, then down over your hips and legs.

"Well, look at that. No fuzz at all. Did you shave your pussy just for me?" he looks up at you, flattered. "Or are you always this pretty?"

You ignore his questions and focus on something, anything in the room to distract you as he spreads your thighs, your knee high socks and shoes dangling on each side of his shoulders. Your body betrays you when you let out a moan, feeling his mouth on you. His tongue expertly plays with your folds and alternately darts the tip inside you. Your hips buck when he starts sucking on your clit. You look down between your legs and make eye contact with Ethan. His darkened eyes frighten you. His whole mouth is latched on to you and his beard tickles your smooth lips and inner thighs.

"You taste so sweet," he says. "Just like you."

He plants a kiss on your pussy and then slides his middle finger inside you. You squirm but he lays his forearm across your hips to hold you down and insert a second finger. He pumps them in and out of you and goes back to using his mouth, lapping at your juices. His fingers dig deep, stroking you in places that are turning you on more, especially with the combination of the pressure of his soft tongue on your sensitive clit. You look away again and try to think about something else, something to block out what's being done to you, but you can't ignore the warm coil in your belly. You were told to always trust your gut but the knots you're feeling are a combination of fear and arousal and you don't know what to make of it.

Your back arches off the couch when you feel your g-spot getting stroked and the coil quickly tightening.

"Ethan!" You look down at him. "S-stop!"

But he ignores you and continues to jam his fingers into you while licking your clit, watching you thrash about. You reach down and shove his face away as you wiggle back. He adjusts his glasses as he looks back at you. Bracing yourself, expecting him to blow up on you, but instead you're met with a wide smile.

"So you're gonna make me work for it, huh?"

You both stare at each other for a few beats, unmoved, watching to see who will make the next move. Taking your chances, you suddenly leap off the couch and head for an escape, but Ethan quickly launches himself at you and you barely take three steps.

"Ah ah! Where do you think you're going?"

Ethan hooks his arms around your torso, lifting you up as you kick and scream.

"You like the teasing and the chase, don't you?" He grunts into your ear. "Just like a slut!"

He throws you back down on the couch and straddles your hips.

"You feel this?" He grabs your hand and places it over his crotch where you can feel his erection.

You try to pull your hand back but he grips you tighter, forcing you to touch him.

"You did this. And every time you fighter back harder, it just makes me want to fuck you even more. So you're only doing this to yourself, sweetheart. You wanted this," he states.

Your chin starts trembling as a tear leaks out from the corner of your eye.

"Shh, no, don't cry. I promise I'm gonna take care of you."

He reaches down to caress your face, wiping the tears away. You slap his hand away and try to hit him, but he pushes your wrists away and then backhands you across the face.

"Look what you made me do!" His jaw twitches. "I don't want to hurt you, okay? But you're leaving me no choice."

He forcefully turns you over and you cry out when he yanks your arms behind your back. While holding your wrists together with one hand, the other starts undoing his belt. When he successfully gets it off, he binds you with it. He then positions you on your belly and pulls your hips back so you're on your knees with your ass up and face down.

"Would you look at that?" he says in awe.

You cringe when he lets out a groan of pleasure. You hear him moving behind you and your eyes get wide hearing a zipper.

"You don't have to do this," you tell him.

"Oh, yes I do. You wanted this."

"No!" you cry out when he shoves himself inside you.

He hisses as he takes a moment to get used to you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits.

He starts thrusting in and out of you, going faster and harder with each stroke.

"God, you feel so fucking good. This is better than I imagined."

"It hurts!" you cry out.

"Relax, sweetheart. If you relax, it won't hurt," he tells you.

"Please..." you beg. "Ow!"

He moans as he pounds into you from behind, holding your bound arms for leverage. Your skirt bounces, flashing the curve of your ass with every push. You feel the uncomfortable pressure of his cock against your cervix each time he goes in, but the sensation starts to evolve to pleasure with each stroke. Your hips stutter when Ethan's fingertips start playing with your clit again.

"You're so. fucking. wet!" He punctuates each word with a deep thrust and that warm coil returns, making you rock your hips back a little.

You're now confused at how your body is reacting because it doesn't align with how you're feeling right now. Each time he pushes in, you feel so delightfully full and crave more, but at the same time, you feel so disgusted and terrified. Maybe he's right. Maybe you do want this and did ask for it. You were the one who initiated this whole thing after all. You baited him, teased him, even climbed onto his lap like a desperate whore. And you're enjoying every second of it. Why else would his cock feel so good inside of you? Why else would you feel an orgasm building?

You arch your back a little more, stick your ass out a little higher, spread yourself a little wider for him. Feeling your body relax under his hands, he kneads your hips.

"That's it, take it like a good girl. You know you love it. You've been wanting this for so long."

You flinch when he spanks your hip.

"Get on your back," he commands after pulling out. He grips your upper arms to turn you over.

"You're hurting me!" you tell him, feeling his fingers digging so firmly into your arm, you're sure it'll leave bruises.

"Then do what you're told," he snarls.

You try to throw your weight to get on your back while he helps. The buckle from the belt binding your wrists together digs into your back and you squirm to try to get into a more comfortable position. You look up at him with a tear-stained face.

"Please let me go. I won't tell anyone--" you plead with him again.

"No, you're not because if you do, I'm going to release the pictures I have of you and Ben fucking," he threatens.

"W-what?" Your face drops.

"Yeah, on your knees, sucking dick. Spread out, getting ate out," he tells you as he starts unbuttoning your blouse. "Have you in so many positions."

A new dread forms in you..

"You'll be the slut who seduced her tutor. Saying you had it coming, that you asked for it. I mean well, you did. You came on to me first," he points out.

"And I really don't want to have to share your pretty pussy with the world." He reaches his hands inside your bra and cups both breasts, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over your nipples. "I wanna be the only one to jerk off to those pictures."

"Why are you doing this to me?" Tears stream down your face as you sob.

"What do you mean?" he asks, confused. "You asked for this," he repeats.

"No, I didn't," you shake your head as you continue to cry.

"Fuck, your tits are so soft." Ignoring your protest, he leans down and pops one of your nipples into his mouth.

The sensation shoots down your body, below your waist. You try to shimmy to get away from him, but with your arms tied behind you and his weight on you, you're limited. He moves on to your other nipple and swirls his tongue around it. You feel a throbbing between your legs.

Ethan finally pulls back and grasps his heavy cock in his hand to guide it to your pussy. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and teases your slick lips and clit with the tip of his cock, dragging it up and down. Your hips jerk.

Finally he pushes himself into you, filling you up to the hilt. He moans and you gasp. He then pushes your knees up to your chest and starts pumping into you with short and shallow strokes. You yelp when he drives into you hard and fast.

"Shhhh...." He clamps his hand over your mouth and you scream into it while he slams himself into you over and over again, causing the buckle to dig deeper into your back.

"Shh, it's almost over,” he comforts you.

More tears stream down your face.

“You like that don't you?" Ethan pants, his breathing getting labored. "You like getting fucked by a man?"

You do, right? Afterall, it’s what you wanted, right? At this point, you don’t fight it anymore and just let him have his way with you. Like he said, it’s almost over. You might as well try to enjoy it.

His pacing picks up, his hips pistoning against yours so hard, his glasses start sliding down his nose. You feel that coil in your gut close to snapping. A few more thrusts and your eyes roll back. You moan into his hand and your hips thrash as you cum all over him.

“There you go,” Ethan praises. “Fuck, you’re so slippery. I can feel you cumming on my cock. I’m gonna cum too.”

With all his might, he drives into you until he empties himself inside you. You can feel him pulsating inside you as he presses the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream but his hand is still silencing you. He finally releases your mouth and pulls out of you.

“You got what you wanted. Can you please let me go? I promise I won’t tell anyone,” you ramble.

“One more thing,” he says. “Don’t move.”

With a relaxed smile, he leans in to give you a tender kiss but you flinch and turn your face away so he misses and catches the corner of your lips instead. You notice his expression subtly hardens for a flash of a moment and then he pulls back, tucking himself back in before digging through his bag. He pulls out his camera and aims it at you.

Feeling vulnerable, you close your legs and turn your face away from the camera, but Ethan forces your legs open.

“You don’t have to smile for me, but I wanna see your pussy with my cum dripping out of you,” he clarifies, groaning as it leaks out of you.

You’re tired and worn down. What’s another photo?

He snaps away, taking various angles of you in your state. When he’s satisfied, he helps you up and releases your wrists.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” he apologizes as he examines your face.

You recoil from his touch and move away from him as you fix yourself to cover yourself and look presentable again.

“I can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours,” he says so casually like he’s talking about the weather.

“There won’t be a next time,” you warn him.

“Your parents agreed that you could use some college prep work before your first semester starts,” he explains. “I was already just excited to prepare you for success before I knew how you felt about me. And now? I look forward to spending time with you even more.”

Ethan affectionately touches your cheek, but you don’t flinch. Instead, you stare into the nothingness as you process this new information.

“So, are you ready to get started on that, kiddo?”

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reveluving · 1 year

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drown in your body ; rick flag x reader (ft benny miller)

summary: Benny knows he can only appreciate you from afar for so long, and despite his biggest threats, specifically, your husband and Benny’s own questionable morals, he can’t help but take a quick peek.

warnings: smut (minors DNI!), possessive af!Rick vs pervy af!Benny (whew)

a/n: everyone say tq to drown by Baekhyun because I was able to conclude the year by choosing violence and write this piece about Rick blowing your back, from the pov our fav menace <3 don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» smut includes; unprotected & kinda rough sex, spanking, voyeurism, dirty talking, possessive & kinky Rick vs pervy & kinky Benny 🧎🏻‍♀️, kinda dark but not really?? they just really kinky fr fr

'Then again, what's the harm in just a quick peek and run, right?' ;

Benny knew he had reached a different kind of low just by doing this.

He didn't mean to, at first.

All he tried to do was pass you the mail that had been mistakenly sent to their house. The package looked pretty important, judging by the sheer size of it, so he thought to give it to you directly rather than leaving it on your porch.

He knocked, and knocked, and knocked, but no one answered. Not you, not Rick, not even the cat that loves to visit your house every other day. He had no reason to try and turn the doorknob, but he definitely wasn't expecting it to be unlocked. Whether his reason for trespassing had anything to do with stubbornness or worry, the latter because he feared something had happened to you, was uncertain, but the package in his hands was no longer his priority at the moment.

No, it was the distant moan coming from upstairs.

It should've been his cue to scram, to pray that you or Rick had forgotten about whether or not one of you brought the mail in, to control his sick curiousity and avoid getting killed.

Literally.

But, oh, those noises were so tempting, so melodious, so needy. He only realized his feet were moving on their own when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He didn't move for a hot minute, mentally arguing with his inner demons for being so depraved for you the way he is. Or maybe, it was the fact that he could hear Rick's grunts in between your yelps.

Will would have his head for this.

But, who's to say Santi and Frankie wouldn't do the same either?

Then again, what's the harm in just a quick peek and run, right?

Well, everything. He could be dead on the spot.

He's seen the displays of affection you two have for each other, Rick doing so to spite the group as well but as much as Benny hated to admit it, he could see the true love both of you shared. He was grateful you found happiness just as he was disheartened that that happiness wasn't him.

But, as long as your husband was treating you well, then why should he complain? And judging by the sounds you're making upstairs, he definitely was.

He sighed, knowing he was a lost cause when he slowly ascended the stairs, testing any parts of the thread that could give him away with unnecessary creaks. He even held onto the handrails like a lifeline, but

The sight in the hallway brought him to a halt— eyeing the dress that lay on the floor slowly filled him with anticipation. Rick's suit jacket was barely hanging on the console table but what caught his eyes was the flimsy material peeking out of the pocket.

Your lacey panties.

Oh, Benny knew he was done for.

He quickly tried to navigate the room before he could even think about the idea of snatching for future use, his only guide was the noises coming from the bedroom, which was at the other end of the floor. Benny had no one to blame but himself, giving in to his curiousity and investigating like an airheaded character in a horror movie.

The closer he got to the door, the smaller his steps became, fearing that one bold movie would give his position away and have his funeral right then and there. And yet, his possible fate didn't steer him from his goal, his cock growing harder since his less-than-welcomed arrival.

And lo and behold, he reached the jackpot. His heart was racing faster than he thought was healthy, but just as he was thinking with his dick, he peeked. Despite the pep talks he gave himself, he could've given himself away when he nearly choked at the sight he was blessed with.

With your face nuzzling the blankets and ass up, Rick relentlessly thrust his hips into yours. He threw his head back, sliding his hand up and down the perfect curve of your spine before smacking your pretty ass. Hard. Each spank he presented drew little yelps out of you, the man above towering over you chuckling darkly every time you did.

Oh, what he wouldn't do to have you underneath him.

The dazed look on your face as you bite into the sheets was hypnotizing. Those sweet red lips that he wants to both kiss and see wrapped around his cock. Just as Benny began palming his cock over his sweatpants, he then noticed your bounded hands, the silky royal blue material was likely Rick's tie. He patted himself on the back, his speculation of you and Rick celebrating what was likely your anniversary was brief when his attention reverted back to your fists, flexing helplessly as Rick picked up the pace.

And to think he once found you intimidating. But just like the first time he met you all those years ago, he still found you very, very hot.

"Rick..!" His name and whatever incoherent nonsense you were trying to tell him were all you could say, as if your brain had into mush, which, frankly, it had. He cooed almost condescendingly dipping his head next to yours. Though his wet hair gave Benny little to know information about what he was whispering about but judging by your little whimpers, it was probably just as obscene as the sounds of his hips slamming against yours.

"Fuck," He growled, snapping his hips when you bucked yours, "You know exactly what you're doing to me, clenching on my cock like that. Dirty girl, aren't ya?"

"I-I am!" You whined, releasing the sheets out of your lips with the lewdest expression Benny's ever seen, "Y-Your dirty girl!"

Fuck.

To have you react in such a way, to be the one to pull himself back just enough to surprise you when he trusts back into you, feeling those tight walls flex around him.

That wet pussy of yours was practically calling him in like a siren.

He could imagine how soaked you were. He’d go as far as licking the sheets if he had to. All for just a taste. Fucker probably gets to taste you every day, Benny thought with great displeasure, and who was he kidding, he probably did.

Benny bit down on the collar of his shirt at the same time your pitch grew higher. He wanted to scream—he couldn’t groan in your ears the way he wanted to, he couldn’t cum all over your beautiful body the way he needed, and he most certainly couldn’t have you the way he yearned for. He couldn’t get too lost in the moment and yet, he was glued to the spot. You were close, and so was Benny, and he knew he couldn’t stay for long. No, it was too risky to stay till the very end.

Just as he questioned his chances yet again, something, or rather, someone threw all of his thoughts out of the window.

“Ain’t she a sight for sore eyes?”

Benny stilled, the heartbeat in his ears was suddenly the loudest it's ever been. He should’ve just run, but being the typical stubborn man he was, he slowly looked back, seeing not just Rick, but you look up at the half-opened door. Through your tears of pleasure, you stared back at the man with wide eyes, but your husband, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to commit a murder, like a bull seeing red and wanted nothing more than to hunt the poor fuckers down. You gasped, teeth grazing the sensitive part of your shoulder before angling his thrusts, effortlessly hitting your sweet spot.

"Better close the door on your way out, kid."

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theewokingdead · 1 year

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F My...Tonsils? - Benny Miller x wife!Reader

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife!Reader (1st Person POV; Benergy Universe) Summary: Benny is attractive despite the ridiculous things that come out of his mouth. Word Count: 600+ Rating: No rating but my blog is 18+ Warnings: 1st person POV, Language, Allusions to oral Notes: Things were changed, but this was inspired by a legitimate exchange between me and my husband. As always, Benergy is a collection of one-shots so this can be read without having read anything else.

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“Boom!” Benny leaps to his feet as he slams his last Uno card onto the table. “Suck my dick!” He gestures to the area in case I’ve forgotten where his dick resides, despite the fact that the two children sleeping above should make it clear I know.

Typical Benny.

I pretend to be annoyed, rolling my eyes while I gather the pile of cards, seeming to ignore the fact that he’s now strutting around the dining room like a peacock showing off his plumage. Secretly, I watch him out of the corner of my eye, trying to hide the smile that's creeping up on my face as I realize how much I enjoy his playful antics.

“You wish,” I mumble. I shuffle the deck, waiting for him to settle down to see if he wants to continue or call it a night. We've been playing games for hours while eating snacks, chatting, and joking around – our little date night with kids when we don't have a sitter. It's not always easy balancing parenthood and romance, but nights like these make it all worth it. We share many laughs, teasing and taunting each other, just having fun and enjoying each other’s company.

“No, you wish,” Benny retorts, and I raise an eyebrow in response, curious as to where he’s going to take this conversation. He places his hands on the table and leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You wish I was touching your tonsils right now.”

My face twists in shock, unable to believe he just said that. I don’t know if I’m more stunned by his words or the fact he thinks it’s even possible.

Fuck…why is the thought of that so hot? Benny deep in my throat…chocking on his-

I try to compose myself and respond, “You know I don’t have tonsils, right?” But deep down, I can feel my cheeks burning and my heart racing. As much as I try to deny it, there's something about Benny that I can never resist. Maybe it's his sense of humor or his confidence, but I find myself drawn to him more and more each day.

Benny isn’t thrown off by my response. He simply smirks and says, “That’s how deep I’d be. I’d touch the ghost of your tonsils.”

Jesus Christ. I can’t help but pinch the bridge of my nose and, for a moment, reconsider all of my life choices. My mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of me thinks he is such an idiot while another part of me is so incredibly turned on by him.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Before I can fully process my thoughts, Benny walks to where I’m sitting, tips my chin up, and kisses me, sending a rush of desire through my body. I melt into the kiss, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck as I pull him closer. It's like every nerve in my body is on fire, and I can't get enough of him. But as quickly as the kiss started, it ends, and Benny pulls away with a smirk on his face.

“I knew you couldn't resist me," he says, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.

Once more, I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’s right.

“You're insufferable,” I reply, but there's a hint of laughter in my voice. I rise from my chair and push past him, heading toward the stairs that lead to our bedroom.

“Where are you going?” he questions, and I feel his gaze following me.

“Upstairs to perform a séance to see if the ghosts of my tonsils want to get fucked tonight.” I stop and turn to look down at him, seeing that he hasn't moved. "You coming or not?"

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hoedamn-eron · 9 months

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baby, please - best buds

Santi tells his friends about the babies.

Warnings: Drinking of alcohol in a bar. Swearing. Lads being lads (respectfully). Brief mention of STD. Brief mention of failed birth control. Brief mention of deceased friend (Tom). Lazily proofread so probably some mistakes. Word count: 1,551 F!Pregant!Reader, no use of Y/N, although you're just mentioned in this.

Apart of my Baby, Please universe. Can be read as a stand alone, but makes more sense if you'd read Part 7.

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Santiago never got nervous. He’d been in dozens of life-or-death situations; bullets to the chest, deals gone wrong, the recent fiasco in Columbia, you name it. You had to have nerves of steel in his old line of work.

But telling his friends he was going to be a dad? Terrifying.

He wasn’t sure why he was worried. Well, he did, but these were his boys, his ride or dies (literally). The most they would do was rip into him for being an idiot and not checking your condom’s expiration dates. He was kicking himself for panicking so much, he wasn’t even the first one to have a kid. Frankie’s little girl was coming up to seven months old, and Frankie was still around. Tom had had a teenager for crying out loud, it wasn’t unusual for a child to be around them. Will is on the verge of asking Claire to marry him, and they’d probably have kids in the next few years, it wasn’t as bad as he was making it out to be.

As he arrived at the bar, their usual hangout, Santiago took a moment in his truck to take a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the driver’s seat.

It was going to be fine. They’ll be happy for him.

After double checking the ultrasound was in his pocket, Santiago climbed out of his truck, closing the door with a little more force than necessary. He slipped his hands into his jeans pockets as he walked to the bar before opening the door, the immediate warmth and smell of whiskey and wood bringing a familiarity that calmed his nerves slightly.

Only slightly.

“Pope!” called a booming voice over the music.

Santiago looked to his right and gave a small grin as he spotted his friends around a small round table in the back corner. Benny was stood, his arms in the air and a large smile on his face as if Santiago hadn’t heard him shout over the noise of the bar.

Santiago made his way over, Benny immediately bringing him into a hug. Santiago gave him a thump on the back before greeting Will and Frankie. “How you guys doing?” Santiago asked, taking a seat next to Frankie, trying hard to ignore the tightness in his chest, and the heavy feeling in his stomach.

“Doing all right,” answered Benny, who had taken his seat next to Will. “Helping this lovesick bastard plan his engagement to Claire.”

Will rolled his eyes. “I’m not a lovesick bastard.” He gives Benny a light punch on his arm.

Frankie gave a chuckle, taking a sip on his beer before looking giving a tap on Santi’s arm. “What do you want? I’m buying.”

Santiago ordered his usual before Frankie stood, walking to the bar. Santi turned back to Will, trying to distract himself (or delay the inevitable just a little longer). “So do you know when you’re going to do it?”

“We’re going visiting her family in Colorado next week, and she wanted to go to the Denver Botanic Gardens,” replied Will, giving a small grin. “Supposed to be really nice this time of year.”

“We’ve been trying to find a photographer all day who’s based in Denver,” teased Benny, giving a smirk to his brother.

“And I told you, I’ll email that redhead who you think is ‘hot’,” muttered Will, giving Benny another punch on the arm. “She did some pretty awesome shots of some scenery, might hire her for the actual wedding.”

Santiago looks up as Frankie abruptly returned, handing him his beer. “Thanks, Fish,” Santiago replied, taking an immediate large gulp as the nerves settled in again.

“So what’s going on with you?” Frankie asked, hitting Santiago with a stern stare.

Fuck Francisco and his ability to read Santiago like a book.

Santi shook his head, feigning ignorance. “Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re tapping your foot,” Frankie said, motioning to the floor. “You only do that when you’re nervous, and you’re never fucking nervous, hermano. What is it?”

Santiago mentally kicks himself for not even noticing his fucking foot was tapping. Frankie was met with silence as the other occupants stared at Santiago with worried looks at Frankie’s statement. Santiago cleared his throat as he placed his beer on the table before speaking again. “I actually have something to tell you guys.”

“What is it?” Will asked, his brow furrowed at Santiago.

“If it’s another job, we’re not interested,” said Frankie, already shaking his head.

Santiago shook his head quickly at his friends. “No, it’s…nothing like that.” He averted his gaze for a second before looking back up at his friends. “Remember that woman I went out with?” he says, mentioning your name.

“The one in marketing?” Benny asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, her,” Santiago said, nodding. “She, uh…she actually called me up again – “

“Oh shit,” Benny laughed. “She give you the clap or something?”

Santiago pulled a face at the joke, feeling like he might actually throw up right there on table. He took a deep breath before he reached into his pocket and pulled out the ultrasound. He had to remember; these were his boys. After a moment’s hesitation, he placed it on the table, his friends all leaning in to look at it.

Frankie was the first to react. He smirked, muttered a, “Holy shit,” before picking up the photo and taking a closer look at it. His smirked only widened. “Holy shit. Is that two?”

Santiago grinned nervously back at Frankie. “It’s two.”

“Man, you have your work cut out for you,” laughed Frankie, placing the ultrasound back on the table before standing, Santi following. They embraced, Frankie giving a few solid pats on Santiago’s back. “Congrats.”

“That’s not real,” said Benny, also picking up the ultrasound to take a closer look, Will leaning over his shoulder. “You’re fucking with us.”

“It’s real, man,” said Santiago, as he and Frankie take their seats again. His shoulders relaxed slightly, now that it was out in the open, and his friends were reacting as he knew they would; he wasn’t sure why he was so nervous in the first place.

“They’re definitely yours?” Will asked, his brow furrowed as he took a glance at Santi before looking back at the ultrasound.

Santiago paused for a second before he nodded. “I think so.”

“You think so?” Will asked, straightening in his seat as he studied his friend. “Did you not get a paternity test?”

“She offered,” Santiago replied, shrugging. “But I…I trust her, I know she wouldn’t lie about this.”

“Fuck man, I don’t believe it,” said Benny, laughing as he placed the scan back on the table. He shook his head at Santiago before taking a sip of his beer.

“It’s real, Benny, why would I make this up?” Santi asked, chuckling slightly, pocketing the picture.

“I find it hard to believe that anyone would want to procreate with you, Pope,” laughed Benny.

“Pequeña mierda,” Santiago said, giving Benny a swift kick under the table, causing the younger man to laugh again.

“How far along is she?” Frankie asked.

“Seven weeks, give or take,” replied Santiago, picking up his almost forgotten beer. “Due in February.”

“How did that even happen?” Will asked, chuckling as he shook his head in disbelief.

Santiago snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t get me started. She didn’t check her birth control.”

“You idiot,” laughed Frankie. “You should always have a backup.”

“Yeah, yeah,” muttered Santiago, giving Frankie a light shove. “I know.”

They table went silent for a moment before Will gave a huff before shaking his head. “Well man, congratulations. Wasn’t expecting this when I left the house tonight.”

“Fuck, you’re gonna be a dad,” said Benny, grinning widely. “To twins!”

Santiago groaned, taking a large gulp of his beer. “Don’t remind me. This shit is scarier than any job in South America.”

“I’m excited for you, Pope,” said Frankie. “You’re good with Sofía, and she loves you. She’ll be excited to have some cousins to play with from her Tío.”

“Thanks guys,” muttered Santi. “It’s fucking melted my brain, and I know it’s sappy but I’m glad I have you guys, because fuck, I don’t know what I’d do if I was alone.”

“You don’t ever have to worry about that,” said Will, giving Santiago a stern look.

Frankie silently gave Santiago a firm pat on the shoulder, giving him a nod. He cleared his throat before lifting his beer. “So…an engagement and two new babies. To new beginnings, huh?”

Santi nodded as he lifted his own beer, Will and Benny following. “To new beginnings.” Said Will, and the four of them clink their bottles together before taking a large drink.

They sit in silence for a moment, sparing a thought for Tom who was missing out on all these milestones that the group never thought they would be able to achieve, regarding their circumstances. The group do another silent cheers for Tom, before Will offers to buy the next round, leaving the table. They go back into a comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s company.

“How are you gonna carry two kids with your shitty knees?”

“Shut the fuck up, Benny.”

• Pequeña mierda - little shit

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Sweat now, shine later

Benny Miller x f!reader (no pronouns) Word count 2,1k Warnings Awkward flirting, a chance of a gym accident (nothing bad happens) Summary: Late night at the gym and an extra ten on the bench press might turn into a big, big mistake. Thankfully a mysterious stranger is there to help. A/N: I got forwarded this prompt from the lovely @musings-of-a-rose, thank you so so much for giving me a chance to write this! ❤️ I had fun with this one and it turned a little bit spicy, but I'd still say it's quite tame. I hope you and the original requestor enjoy it!

Original request: Benny x reader: meet in the gym. Reader is lifting and struggling after so many reps. Benny sees and runs over to her but instead of getting behind her head (someone standing there let's say, back to the reader) he hops over and straddles her, helping her lift. This came from a tiktok video. Unfortunately, the link to the original video isn't there anymore, but I hope I did it justice somehow.

The last set was a mistake.

You could feel your muscles strain and tremble under the weight of the bar when you tried to lift your arms up. It wasn’t the weight itself - you’d done this weight before - but adding an extra 10 at the end of your normal 30 reps was costing you big time and you now realized that not having a spotter was an even bigger mistake.

Normally your friend Charlie spotted you, but going on an impromptu gym session late at night meant you were alone in a gym full of gym bros and weight bunnies, unnoticed by others. After all, you’d chosen this bench for exactly that reason; being unseen by the Instagram posers and accidentally ending up as a background for a flexing photo.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you focused your wandering mind and tried to push the bar up enough to get it back on its hinges. You needed this one last push and then you’d be home free. You gritted your teeth so hard you were sure your lips had lost all their color. Your arms shook harder and at that moment, you realized with horror that you didn’t have enough strength to push it up. The bar felt a thousand times heavier than it had before and any second now your muscles would give out and the bar would drop down. Right on top of you and with your luck, it would crush your larynx or something equally horrible.

The morbid ideas flashed in your mind and you kept struggling with the bar, not raising it but fighting tooth and nail for it not to drop. Desperate to find a way out, you began to tip the bar behind you in a last-second attempt to either dislocate your shoulder or push the bar somewhere beyond your throat.

Suddenly there was an unfamiliar weight on your stomach. A small puff of air left your mouth in surprise at the contact. What? Did someone just sit on you? Why? You didn’t have time to understand when in the next second, the too-heavy bar got lighter and a mysterious help aided your hands until the metal of the bar clanged against support metal.

The sound finally registered in your humming ears and you let your arms drop, feeling the lactic acid and burn spread all across you. It felt painful but simultaneously the best feeling in the world. You didn’t dare to open your eyes yet, choosing instead to let your mouth fall lax and heavy pants leave your chest. Relief flooded your nervous system, you were okay and not harmed.

“Hey beautiful, you good?”

You yerked at the sound, but only your legs moved as you realized your upper body and stomach were still held in place by the mysterious weight on top of you. Your eyes popped open, taking a second to adjust to the bright gym lights, before focusing on a black waistband of shorts and a bare stomach glistening in a light sheen of sweat. Glancing up and up and up, you finally locked gazes with a gorgeous man sitting on you, straddling you and grinning widely.

His legs were spread wide, stretching the fabric of his shorts and his muscles alone told you the man trained not only to look good but to work with his muscles. And the boyish grin, the one that promised sin was something you’d gladly get lost in for hours and hours. He was almost too gorgeous for his own good but somehow it didn’t look fake, but real. He was real and he was still waiting on your answer. You tried to scramble for an answer but found none that could be said out loud. So you let out the most ineloquent sound leave you.

“Huh?”

The man in question chuckled, his legs shaking lightly against your sides. “I asked, are you good beautiful? That was a close one.” He bumped his chin toward the bar on top of you and your eyes flashed to it before returning to him and his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling at you.

“Yeah, yeah… thank you. Thank you,” you pushed the words out, feeling winded for a completely different reason. The man was perfect, a God incarnated, and he was still sitting on top of you, his weight a comfort and an aphrodisiac. As seconds passed, your greedy eyes took him. You could see the definition of his eight-pack from a mile away but it was his wide smile and kind eyes that had you utterly captivated. You could see him measure you in equal interest, something sparking between you.

“Why?”

The question was out of your mouth before you could stop it and the man hummed softly, his hands now on his knees, still pressed against you. If he moved either thumb even an inch, they’d be likely to brush against the underside of your breasts and the mere idea made your belly flutter with welcome nerves.

“Why what, beautiful?”

“Why… why sit on top of me?”

“Oh! I couldn’t get behind you quick enough,” he lifted his eyes, beckoning you to follow. You let your gaze rise, elongating your neck to see behind you. He was right, there was a woman behind your station working with the free weights, blocking the path to your bench. You returned your eyes back, warmth filling you when you noticed his blue eyes had grown darker, a little hungrier at the sight of your bare neck.

“This was the quickest and safest way,” he continued, his eyes returning to their normal azure hue and a wide smile spreading on his lips. “Couldn’t let a beautiful creature like yourself get hurt.”

The compliment spread inside you like wildfire, even though this was the third time he’d called you beautiful. “Oh,” your own voice sounded breathy even to your own ears. “Thank you for saving me…” you let the sentence hang, hoping he’d fill it with his name.

“Benny. Call me Benny,” Catching on quickly, the man offered his name and you answered him with your own. He repeated it, rolling it on his tongue and nodding. “It fits you, but I’d rather call you beautiful if that’s okay.” Benny winked, the flirt strong in his voice but it felt sincere at the same time.

“You can call me whatever you want, gorgeous.” Where your courage came from, you had no clue, but you grasped it with both hands. You let your eyes fall down to his thighs and back up again, shamelessly checking him out. He truly was gorgeous, all strong lines and strength just begging to be let out. You wanted to see him go feral, showcase just what that body could do.

“Good,” Benny mumbled, his eyes flashing darker and something hardening against your stomach. It was hot and heavy and even if you couldn’t really discern his full length from this position, it felt so good. The tiniest moan escaped you as his stomach flexed and the hardness jumped slightly inside his pant. You bit your lip to hide it, but it was too late.

His eyes snapped to your lips and his hand moved, his thumb brushing the thin fabric separating your skin from his touch. “As much as I enjoy you under me…” Benny whispered, leaning forward to trap his erection between you and hiding it from outsiders. How a man built from a wall of muscles like his was able to be bendy enough to reach your ear, you had no idea and wanted desperately to find out. You wanted to find out everything about Benny. One of his hands dropped to support right next to your other ear and he leaned impossibly close.

“… I think I’d prefer you on top. What do you say beautiful, switch places with me?”

His plush lips were inches from yours but Benny didn’t close the distance. And neither did you, enjoying the electric cloud of anticipation between you far too much. His breath was warm and the weight trapping you between powerful thighs was intoxicating and you found you quite liked how it restricted your movements. He made you feel safe, made you feel desired, and made you feel unhinged with just this and you wanted to explore it more.

Explore him more. You wanted to find out what made him tick, what made him lose control, and just how much of you he could press. You had a feeling Benny could toss you around without any problems. The way your thoughts traveled, painting images of beds, and sweat born from different kinds of activities made your head spin.

“Mmm, what if I prefer being under you?” You purred and he groaned, his hips grinding down and letting you have another teaser of what was hiding between his legs. His hand abandoned the featherlike teasing up and down touch, gripping your middle fully and letting you feel just how wide it spanned on your body. Your eyes fluttered closed, another tiny moan leaving your lips.

“Beautiful, you can be on top of me, under me, next to me, I don’t fucking care. You’ve captivated me, beautiful and I am at your mercy. This is far too forward of me and I don’t normally do this, but something pulls me to you and…”

“I feel the same,” you hurried to reassure him, something in you wanting to erase any trace of doubt in him. The answering grin on his lips lit up the entire room.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow. Okay,” Benny lifted up a little and ran his hand through his hair, mussing the dark blonde locks falling over his forehead and you wanted to follow, feel the silky strands between your fingers. “Okay,” he repeated and his eyes twinkled with a promise.

“Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

With your agreeing nod, he lifted his body off yours, making you miss his weight immediately. It also seemed the feeling was mutual since he tugged you up quickly, his hand at your lower back in a flash and he pressed your bodies together. You could feel all of him completely, just how hot and heavy and thick he was for you and it wasn’t just the shift in position that made your head swim.

His other free hand cupped your cheek, tilting your head upwards and with a final non-verbal confirmation, Benny finally closed the distance between your lips.

The world fell away, taking away the smell of the gym and the murmurs of the people around it. It was only Benny, his lips devouring you like you were the sun, the moon, and the stars of his life. He kissed you like you were the answer to every question in his mind and he wanted to know them all at the same time. A kiss you had never felt before, but were instantly addicted to.

His lips were warm and gentle, the underlying hunger creeping closer until it consumed you both and you matched his vigor with equal strength. Your hands and arms, no longer burning and hurting, gripped his back and crawled upward, feeling the strands of his hair in your fingertips just like you had envisioned. You let your fingers scrape at his scalp and the resulting groan told you the man enjoyed a little sting with his passion.

Benny’s tongue peeked up, begging for entrance and you granted it happily, letting the heat of the kiss amp up. He owned you, you owned him and the colors were a blur around you. You never wanted to stop kissing him and from the way he moved his lips in tandem, neither did he.

All too soon, the kiss had to end because you could no longer feel any air in your lungs. You held out off as long as you could but when the black spots appears and you swayed in his arms, you broke the connection. You leaned back, letting Benny chase your lips with a growl when you moved too far away for his liking.

“Dinner?” You whispered hurriedly before he swept you away again, his kiss salvation and damnation all at one. Benny grinned wolfishly, his hand a possessive warmth on your ass. He squeezed the muscle gently, nipping down to the slope of your neck. His gentle bite vibrated on your skin, letting the liquid heat spread and pool in the apex of your thighs. Before it got too much, he released your pulse point and pinned you down with the intensity in his eyes, the earlier playfulness in his eyes now raw fire.

“Dinner and breakfast, beautiful. And I know what’s for dessert.”

* Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this!

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brewsterispunkk · 2 years

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sunshine state

TWO: TONGUE TIED

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

WC: 8.7k sorry

warnings: 18+ mature=minors skedaddle! drinking & recreational drug use (weed)—don’t do drugs kids!—drunk!benny, dirty dancing, fake dating, bi!santiago

summary: you accompany Benny to a party with people from his high school, and agree to be his fake girlfriend to make his cheating ex jealous. you’re not totally convinced you’re as important to Benny as he is to you. But, as the saying goes: en vino veritas.

a/n: SORRY FOR THE WAIT! i hope the length makes up for it <3 I love y’all very much. hope you enjoy.

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PART TWO: TONGUE TIED

You heard him before you saw him.

It was the same as usual: the shuffling of feet outside your apartment door, the familiar turn and click of the lock, then the swinging of your door open, bringing a rush of hot humid air into your air conditioned apartment. Like clockwork.

“You have no fuckin’ idea how much that prick Lance pisses me off,” were the first words he uttered before kicking off his tennis shoes at the mat and shutting the door behind him.

“Well, hello to you too, Benjamin.” You mumbled, not even bothering to turn around from the Kraft mac n cheese you were stirring on the stove.

It was Friday, and you had forgotten to go grocery shopping yesterday, which meant that you were running low on, well, everything. So it was Kraft for dinner tonight.

“I mean, Tuesday he tries to correct my form, which, like, as if, and today I catch him checking out one of my clients who is sixteen, mind you.” He burst incredulously.

That was something you loved about Benny; how even without being able to actually see him right now, you could hear the disdain in his voice–he was just that expressive. While you tended to hold your feelings close to your chest, Benny was an open book. You could always read him.

“Do you know how to knock?” You threw over your shoulder sarcastically, stirring in the packet of powdered cheese. You heard him scoff.

“Uh, you gave me a key,” he jiggled his keychain. You rolled your eyes, turning to face him.

“Yeah, for emergencies, Ben.”

“Yeah, well, Lance is a fucking emergency.” He shot back, then continued as if there hadn’t been any interruption at all, “I mean, even if she wasn’t a fuckin’ kid, it’d be a creep thing to do.” He made his way over to you in the kitchen, narrowly avoiding a swat from Salem, who was lounging in the sun spots that danced through your open window. He came to lean on the counter next to your stove, facing you now. “But her mom was literally waiting like thirty feet away. Like, come on, man.”

“He better pray I never meet him, because if he’s even half as bad as you say, I won’t be able to be held accountable for my actions.” You pointed your spatula at him.

“And I wouldn’t blame you either.” he drawled, moving to root through your kitchen drawers. You ignored him, humming along to the Bruce Springsteen song that was playing pleasantly through your portable speaker that was sitting on the windowsill above your sink.

“I ever tell you you can sing?” Benny said casually. You barked out a laugh.

“Ha! Okay, what do you want, Miller?”

“What?” he asked, feigning offense. “Can I not compliment one of my dearest friends in the whole world–”

“No,” you replied haughtily. “You cannot, especially not when I know that tone and that you’re about to ask me for something.”

He’d grabbed a spoon out of your drawer and dipped it into your pot of mac n cheese.

“Hey!” you shrieked, hitting his shoulder and grabbing for the spoon. He shoved the spoon into his mouth before you could pry it from his hand. “Get your own!”

“Just did,” he muttered cheekily, chewing the cheesy noodles. You glared at him.

“Asshole,” you grumbled under your breath, trying to fight off the smile spreading across your lips.

“How was your day?” he asked casually, ruffling your hair. You swatted him away, turning to face him. He’d retrieved a bag of BBQ potato chips from your pantry that he’d left there last time he was over, before making his way over to your adjoining living room and plopping down on the couch.

“That’s what you have to say after breaking into my apartment and robbing me for all I’m worth?” You raised your eyebrows.

“Hey, I bought these. Just left them here. That means, technically, they’re mine.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, knowing full well that he was telling the truth. You just liked to mess with him. “Sure, Miller.”

“Whatever,” he snorted. “I’m watching Rick and Morty, it’s my turn to choose.”

“‘Kay, but don’t put on–”

“--the pickle Rick episode, I know.” He finished for you, casting you a look over his shoulder that said “really?”

You didn’t care; Pickle Rick was creepy, and you’d never have him curse your TV screen again.

It’d been nearly two months since the first time you’d gone for drinks with the guys, and so much had changed.

To begin, Santi moved away–nothing permanent, you’d been assured, though you got the impression that he wasn’t one to stick to one place–and he’d gone to do some “freelance work,” in South America, whatever that meant. You had a feeling that “freelance,” meant “illegal,” and there was a reason he was so vague about where he was going, with all of you, the guys included. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

Since your first outing with the guys, you’d gone on many, many more; From weekly bar nights, to family dinners at the Morales’, to cook outs that Will hosted the last saturday of every month. You’d met and absolutely fallen in love with Frankie’s wife Mari, who’d practically burst at your addition to the group, claiming it was “about time,” she wasn’t the only girl. She’d joined you all for drinks when she’d been able to, but you’d still not seen much of Will’s fianceé Anna.

You’d conversed with her a little bit at the cookout, which had been held at hers and Will’s house, but the conversation had been… stiff, at best.

You’d tried to be objective with Anna. Truly, you had. But with the looks she’d been shooting Frankie all night, and the little backhanded remarks she’d made about Benny’s job fighting, she’d made it harder and harder to like her. Even Mari, arguably the kindest woman you’d ever met, didn’t like her, from what you could tell. You’d noticed that Will’s smile seemed to dampen a bit whenever she was around, never really reaching his eyes. It made you wonder all the more why he was still with her. You held your tongue, though, and smiled through the uncomfortable cookout.

The biggest change, though, since that first eventful night at the bar, was your relationship with Benny.

In just two months, he’d gone from your good acquaintance, to one of the people you interacted with the most. Even more so than Will, who had been putting in less and less hours at the museum lately. He claimed that his work at the VA was leaving him swamped when you asked him about it, but something in the way he put it made you a bit skeptical. The thing was, because Will was such a genuine, honest person, it was easy to tell when he wasn't being completely truthful. You didn’t push it though, sensing that whatever it was, he didn’t want to talk about it. And, with seeing Will less, came seeing Benny more.

The new discovery of his apartment being just down the street from yours meant that whenever he was bored or feeling particularly wired, you were the person he’d call. Whether it be midnight runs to CVS for shitty ice cream, or Saturday walks in the park, he had, in Benny Miller fashion, wormed his way into your life in the best way possible. He’d catsat Salem one weekend when you had to go back home for a family event you couldn’t get out of, and then done shots and watched the Bachelor with you when you got back from said family-event-from-hell. Benny had been the first person you’d thought to give the spare key to your apartment to when a string of break-ins happened on your street, and he’d taken complete advantage of that since then, letting himself in at the most random times, but never actually intruding on your privacy or space.

And now, here he was, sprawled out on your couch for the third time this week, using your Netflix subscription to watch his favorite show.

Shoveling your mac n cheese into a bowl, you chuckled to yourself, imagining what your mother’s reaction would be at his presence in your house. You could see it now: she’d gasp your first and middle name, hand on her chest, absolutely mortified at you having a stranger in the house.

The truth was, though, that Benny wasn’t a stranger—not anymore. He was one of your closest friends, the thorn in your side, the one who forced you to leave the house and socialize, the person you wanted to talk to about everything. He was a great friend. In fact, you’d even venture to say that he’d become your best friend in the past two months. Certainly the best one you’d had since the move. The love you felt for him was so palpable, so real, and not even in a romantic way. This was Benny. The guy who loved his friends like family and his family like himself. The asshole who’d eaten all your microwave popcorn, the little shit that would not stop messing with your cat no matter how many times you told him she didn’t like being picked up. The affection you had for him made your chest ache a little bit. Even disregarding the (not so) little crush you had on him.

“Oh my god, I fucking love this episode! Honey, get in here, it’s funny, I swear—“

You rolled your eyes at his insistence. He was determined to get you to like Rick and Morty, even though, to be completely honest, you found it stupid. But, he was your best friend. So you watched it anyway.

Benny was wonderful. Benny was, in that annoyingly perfect way, wonderful. But still, you wondered. Well, not necessarily wondered; it didn’t take up too much of your time. However, sometimes, on days like this when you were going about your day, when Benny was blissfully unaware, you wondered if this friendship was as big a deal to him as it was to you. If you were a best friend to him, or if you were just someone to pass his time with while his real friends were preoccupied.

Glancing over at Benny in your living room, bobbing his head along to the theme song, you shook your head, ridding it from your brain. You grabbed a spoon and a can of the blackberry hard cider that Benny had forced you to buy before you made your way over and plopped down next to him.

“Okay,” you sighed, focusing on the cartoon in front of you. “How many episodes of this do I have to watch before we switch?”

“I resent that,” he said plainly, eyes still focused on the T. V. in front of him. You shoveled a spoonful of mac n cheese into your mouth, rolling your eyes at him.

“I’m just saying,” you leaned back, crossing your feet to rest on the coffee table. “that there’s a reason that cartoons are for kids. This is what happens when adults meddle where they shouldn’t.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Uhm, shit’s creepy.”

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Is this about pickle Rick again? I told you, I’m sorry for that—“

“It was scarring, Benny!” You defended, remembering the first time he’d forced you to watch the show.

To be fair, neither of you were in the best state of mind when it’d happened. About three weeks ago, after a particularly grueling day at the office in which Will was a no-show and Paula was up your ass, like clockwork, Benny had shown up at your apartment. With weed, this time. He’d actually knocked before coming in, so when you opened up the door to him grinning like a maniac, holding up the small plastic bag of green substance, you rolled your eyes before letting him in.

“This has gotta be good,” you’d begun, crossing your arms over your oversized t-shirt. You raised an eyebrow at the bag.

“Cmon, don’t be like that, honey.” He teased, jiggling the bag. “It’ll be fun.”

You laughed, making your way into the living room before falling backwards on the couch.

“I haven’t smoked since college, Benny.” You gave him a tired look.

“And that’s exactly why it’ll be so fun. Who said anything about smoking it, anyway.”

“Where’d you even get this shit anyway?” You asked, standing up and grabbing the bag, inspecting it. You sniffed it.

Ok, wow. Yeah. Definitely weed.

“I know a guy,” he said flippantly, hands on his hips. “Look, if you don’t wanna, that’s ok. We can order a pizza or somethin’. Just thought I’d offer since I can’t cook for shit, and I really wanna bake it into something. My lungs can’t take that shit with the gym and fighting and all.”

“Ah, so you’re using me, huh Miller?” You egged him, smacking his shoulder playfully. “For my amazing culinary skills?”

You smacked him again, hitting his chest this time, and with a chuckle he caught your hand, effectively pinning it to his chest.

“Alright, alright, har, har, har.” He sent you a mischievous smirk. “You wanna do it, or not?”

You regarded him for a moment, eyes narrowed with a smile. Your hand felt like a brand on his chest, his own hand still loosely around your wrist.

“Oh, what the hell.” You sighed in defeat, and before Benny could let out a ‘yes!’ you added, “but I get to choose what we bake it into.”

You’d ended up choosing brownies; predictable but reliable. And lord did you regret it.

It had all been fine—up until you got to the sleepy part of your high, and Benny had made the executive decision to put on Rick and Morty. An hour later saw you with your face in his shoulder, terrified at the T.V. in front of you as rats devoured pickle Rick.

“Whatever,” Benny’s voice to your left snapped you back to reality. “Baby.” He added under his breath. You smacked him in response, eating your dinner, eyes glued to the screen.

A few minutes later, Salem sauntered over from her spot on your floor; the sun was beginning to set, and was no longer doing its job of warming her. She jumped up on the coffee table, as she usually did when you ate on the couch, and stared you down, tail swishing behind her.

“No,” you looked at her. “You are not getting any of my mac n cheese. I gave you tuna for dinner.” Her ear twitched in response. There were times that you swore that cat could understand you.

“And she’s fat enough as it is.” Benny pointed out from next to you. Salem’s head turned to him for a moment before turning back to you, yawning.

“Don’t say that.” You said to him, “she’s fluffy.”

“Mmm,” Benny narrowed his eyes at Salem, whose own eyes were burning into him in what looked like a glare. “Do you see that?!” He exclaimed dramatically. “She’s glaring at me!”

You rolled your eyes. “Cats don’t glare, Benny.”

“Uh—this one does! Look at her!”

Finished with your dinner, you put the empty bowl on the side table, before scooping up Salem, who situated herself on your lap. She was in an agreeable mood today.

“That cat doesn’t like me,” Benny was staring at her as she settled in.

“She doesn’t like anyone, Ben.”

“She likes you.”

“—She tolerates me. There’s a big difference.” You scratched behind her ear, causing a furry black paw to swat at you. “See?”

“Whatever,” he muttered, cueing your laughter. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you black cats are bad luck?”

“Oh my god, not this again.” You glared at him. This had come up before, the first time he’d met Salem. Needless to say: the two weren’t on the best terms. And though you’d never admit it to him, he was right; Your cat absolutely hated him.

- - -

It was nearing nine o’clock and Benny had yet to ask you whatever he’d been itching to all night.

You didn’t want to push him, but half a glass of wine and two episodes of Gossip Girl later, you were ready for him to spit it out. He shifted again, fidgeting, causing you to turn to him.

“Okay, what is it?” You grabbed the remote , hitting pause on whatever Blair and Serena were fighting about this time.

“What do you mean?” He looked like a deer in the headlights, and you had to choke down a smile at how endearing it was. He really was a shit liar.

“Are you going to tell me whatever you were going to earlier, or are you gonna keep fidgeting?”

“How the fuck did you—“ he cut himself off, shaking his head with a smile. “Okay, but before you say no—“

“Why do I not like where this is going?” You raised your eyebrows.

“—before you say no, please remember that I helped you dye your hair last week, and—“ you scoffed. “And, it stained my favorite Def Leppard shirt. And that I’m such a great friend—“

“Just spit it out, Benny.”

“Okay,” he breathed out, holding his arms out. “Okay, so like, everyone from high school is back in town for that stupid class reunion on Tuesday.”

“The one you’re missing for that fight?” You asked.

“Yeah.” He affirmed. “The one I’ve been training for for like, months.”

“Anyway,” he continued. “I didn’t wanna go anyway, but, my buddy Mike is having a party at his parents' place while they’re out of town or something. And normally I wouldn’t be caught dead at one of these things but Mike’s a great friend—I mean really, we go back to like 5th grade— and since I can't go to the reunion I thought, why not go.”

“And I come into this how?” You asked.

He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “Look, I normally wouldn’t give a fuck about what those assholes from high school think. I mean, really, I’m going to see Mike and his husband Quinn who I haven’t seen in years, but…” he trailed off, rolling his eyes. “Kelly’s gonna be there.”

Oh.

Kelly you’d heard of. You tried to ignore the simmering anger in your chest as she was brought up.

The Kelly situation had come up before, pretty early in your friendship actually. Benny had told you how his high school sweetheart had broken his heart, cheated on him while he was on his first deployment with some quarterback, and moved away as soon as he’d gotten home. And since Kelly, as far as you understood from your conversations with Will, Benny had never seriously dated. You could tell it had kind of scarred him; whenever she came up, he’d get that far-off look in his eyes. The same one he got whenever he talked about his time overseas.

“And I know it’s dumb, and a little immature, but I was wondering if—“

“Sure.” You cut him off, not even needing him to finish his sentence.

“—could you, maybe—what?”

“Of course, Ben. I’ll go with you.” He looked at you, dumbfounded.

“Wait, really?” He asked again. You laughed a little.

“Yes, Benny.” You giggled. “I’ll go, we can hold hands. You can show that bitch what she’s missing.”

“I—yeah. Yeah, okay.” He laughed a little, still surprised at your response. You grabbed the remote, turning off the TV.

“What time does it start?” You stood up, hands on your hips. “And who’s driving?”

“It’s at 11.” He said. “And Mike’s parents’ place is only a few blocks away, so I figured we could walk? Not have to worry about a DD.”

“Woah, not planning on getting too drunk, are you Miller?” You raised an eyebrow. “Because I can barely handle you sober, not sure I even want to find out what you’re like inebriated—“

“Okay, okay,” he rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” you nodded sarcastically. “I hope you’re not planning on wearing that.” You eyed his outfit choice of gray sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“No,” he scoffed. “We can stop by my place on the way over so I can change really quick.”

“Okay.” You said. “I’m gonna go get ready.” You began the journey to your bedroom, before stopping halfway down the hallway to turn back to Benny. “And don’t mess with my cat.”

- - -

“Jesus Christ, this place is massive.” You gawked at the larger-than-average house in front of you. Beside you, Benny nodded, watching the strobe-like party lights dance through the windows of the packed house.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “This place was the spot when we were kids.”

“How can such a nice neighborhood be so close to our shitty apartments?” You laughed, looking up at Benny who shook his head, not knowing the answer.

“So much for a ‘small get-together,” you snorted, gazing at the few groups of people situated on the lawn, drinking and laughing. Inside, you could hear the indistinct chatter of a party above the pulsing beat of the music.

“Yeah,” Benny tilted his head. “Mike has always been known for extravagance.” You hummed in response. “Well,” Benny, held his hand out to you. “Shall we?”

“Might as well,” you responded, grasping his hand tightly in yours as you made your way into the house.

Inside it was hot. The Florida heat combined with the sheer volume of people in the house made it humid—much more humid than even you were used to after living in a state of perpetual heat for eight months. You thanked god you’d decided to wear a cropped tank-top instead of the mesh long-sleeve you were considering. Even despite your lack of clothing, you were hot.

Benny’s hand stayed firmly in yours as he maneuvered you through the crowded entry way, skirting around groups of people. You made your way to a kitchen, which was less packed with people, and Benny let go of your hand, looking around the room—presumably for Mike. Beyond the kitchen, further ahead, was a conjoined living room, which was now serving as a make-shift dance-floor. Inside, people were jumping, twirling, gyrating; losing themselves in the upbeat, loud music that permeated into the kitchen. You wondered if this is what high school was like for Benny.

“You guys party a lot in high school?” You turned to him, tilting your head to the side and leaning back on the kitchen island which was serving as a minibar. Behind you, lay bottles of vodka, tequila, whisky, and countless other types of liquor, along with a giant bowl of punch, which held the strong smell of alcohol as well.

“God, no.” Benny shook his head, leaning beside you. “We weren’t really cool enough for that—well, I wasn’t really cool enough. Mike was, I guess, but he hung around me too much to be too popular.”

“Please,” you raised your eyebrows incredulously at the man beside you, whose warm shoulder was casually touching yours. You pushed down the feelings that begin to erupt inside you at that, determined to not let your stupid, stupid crush ruin one of the best friendships you’d had in a while. “You, Miller?” You continued. “Really?”

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows at you, a small smile on his face.

You snorted. “You had to have been popular.”

“Ha!” He threw his head back a bit. “No, I was not. I was 5’5” til I was seventeen and weighed maybe 40 pounds soaking wet.”

“You?” You asked incredulously.

“Why’s that so hard to believe, honey?” He asked cheekily. You eyed him up and down.

“Hmm, nothing.” You hummed. “Just hard to imagine you as anything but the school’s golden boy.”

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes looking more green than blue in this lighting. You couldn’t read his expression. His jaw ticked as he gazed at you pensively, and for a second—a millisecond, really—you could’ve sworn his eyes darted from your eyes to your lips. But as soon as you saw it, it was gone.

Benny cleared his throat. “Will was though,” he said, that easy smile back on his face. “He was quarterback and everything. Swears I followed him around like some lost puppy.”

You smiled fondly at that, remembering the times when Will had told you the same thing. It was hard for you to imagine Benny as anyone different than who he was right now—tall and broad, sometimes bashful, all easy smiles and soft drawls—but you tried to. You tried to picture little, 15-year-old Benny looking up to his brother like he was the sun himself. It was surprisingly easy to do, as Benny looked at him the same way today. You’d seen it. You wondered if that’s how you looked when you gazed at Benny. You hoped not.

“Yeah,” you said fondly. “He’s told me something like that.”

“That chicken shit!” Benny exclaimed, shaking his head. “It’s not true! Don’t you believe a word that man says.”

“Mmhmm,” you hummed sarcastically.

“No, seriously!” Benny continued, turning to face you fully now. You took note of your proximity. From here you could see every detail to his face, tanned from the Florida sun. “I didn’t, swear to God! Now, Mikey on the other hand, I followed him everywhere. I was like a fuckin’ barnacle.”

“That so?”

“Oh yeah,” he snorted. “And he was cool. So his parties were the only ones I got into. Nothing’s changed there, apparently.”

You laughed at that. “What, you never got invited to parties?”

“I did, sometimes, when Will was feeling generous, but usually I was DD.” He admitted, shrugging.

“Not much has changed there.” You teased, recalling that night at the bar. He rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that.” He mused. “Not tonight though. You want a drink?” He turned to the liquor, getting himself a beer.

“Sure,” you said. “Get me some of that punch.”

“I don’t know if I’d do that if I were you.” A deep male voice boomed. The unfamiliar voice came from behind you, it was deep, and you could hear the smile in his voice. You turned around. “I’m not exactly revered for my jungle juice.”

The man was tall, almost as tall as Benny, and probably the most metal person you’d seen in your whole life. His arms were covered in tattoos that snaked up one side of his neck, and disappeared under his Black Sabbath T-shirt . He wore jeans and combat boots, and his hair was dark and curly, falling just above his shoulders. His face was smiling, looking at you fondly before finding Benny, next to you.

“Mikey!” Benny whooped, enveloping him in a bear hug.

“Come here, you little shit.” Mikey clapped him on the shoulder, the thick rings on his fingers glinting in the light, returning the hug with just as much force. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he pulled back from the hug, hands on Benny’s shoulders.

“Could say the same thing for you, man.” Benny pulled back, a face-splitting grin on his face. “Where’s Quinn?”

“Oh,” Mikey looked around. “Quinnie’s around here somewhere. Probably throwing up that god-awful punch. Really, it’s nasty.”

“You heard him, honey. Maybe go easy on the punch.” Mikey raised his eyebrows when Benny called you ‘honey.’

“Mm,” you hummed, taking a sip of the punch that, in all fairness, was god-awful. “I'm not one to back down from a challenge.”

“And who is this, Benny boy?” Mikey drawled, eyes swimming with mirth. Benny jumped up from his beer, shaking his head at himself.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. Honey, this is Mikey. My best friend since, well, forever.” He gave Mikey your name, and you smiled as you shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at him. “It’s great to meet Benny’s other friends.”

“Ah,” Mikey smirked knowingly. “Then I take it, you've met the gang?”

You snorted at that, while next to you Benny rolled his eyes.

“Man, I told you, don’t call us that—“

“No, I think I like it,” you interrupted. “I’m using that.”

“Me and Santi go way back, right Ben?” Mikey raised an eyebrow, taking a draw from his drink.

“Oh god, don’t remind me.” Benny ran a hand over his face.

“I’m guessing there’s a story there?” You looked between the two, and Benny shook his head.

“He wishes there was.”

“I had him on the ropes.” Mikey defends.

“Sure you did,” Benny took a sip of his beer. You snorted. “Mikey here spent, what six months trying to get Pope to go out with him after our first tour.”

“Ah, it was four months, thank you. And we made out at a party once, so I think that counts for at least something.”

You laughed at that. You hadn’t been aware that Santi was bisexual, but now that you did, you had to admit: it made sense.

“How’s he doing anyway?” Mikey asked casually. Benny tilted his head.

“Wish I could tell ya. Haven’t seen the guy in a couple months. He’s doing some work down in South America.”

“Always moving, that one.” You added.

“Ain’t that the truth,” Mikey said, crossing his arms. “So, you’ve met the guys then?”

“I have,” You nodded. “I actually work with Will.”

“Oh nice!” Mikey said. “What’s big Miller up to? He still with that nightmare?”

You choked on your punch.

“They’re engaged now, actually.” Benny added dryly.

“Jesus.”

“Yep. Not much has changed there.”

Mikey blew out a long breath at that.

“Tough, man.” He shook his head. “But, here, so much has changed. Where do I even start.”

And that’s what began the pair’s waltz down memory lane, which mostly consisted of Mikey pointing out random people walking by or on the dance floor and giving Benny a run-down of the newest scoop into their lives.

You gathered that Benny hadn’t really kept up with people from high school the way Mikey had; he didn’t do Facebook, or any form of social media really, and though he stayed local (mostly), much of his graduating class had moved away. And even if they hadn’t, you’d gotten the impression that after his time in the military, along with all that came with his messy break-up with Kelly, he’d have distanced himself from them anyway.

Mikey came to stand between you and Benny, all of you leaning on the counter opposite of the kitchen island as he pointed out random people trickling by and gave you both a crash course on what they’d done since high school. It was the usual catch-up: a divorce here, a pregnancy there, there was even a woman who’d married an ex-teacher at the school, which had caused quite the scandal. You sat mostly quiet though as they conversed, content to absorb the information and get a better understanding of Benny.

The way he interacted with Mikey, his oldest friend to your knowledge, was the same way you’d seen him interact with the guys, and with you. He was easygoing, kind, funny, and 100% Benny. You knew no other way to describe it. There was something about his authenticity that made you jealous, as much as you hated to admit it. Where you had trouble expressing yourself, your emotions, your thoughts, it seemed to come so easily for him. He was carefree in a way that made you ache. Always telling people how he felt, reassuring them, always honest. He was the same in private as he was with everyone else; there was no facade, or pretense of kindness, it was all just him. Authentically. It scared you the way he made you feel.

You scanned his profile; the long lashes (which you were also jealous of), the slope of his nose, the curve of his brow. His hair was messy—it was always messy—and it fell haphazardly over his forehead in dark blond waves. Your hands itched to touch it.

“Oh god,” Mikey’s voice snapped you out of ogling Benny. You mentally smacked your forehead, blaming the jungle juice for your actions. It was already beginning to take effect, making you comfortably tipsy. “Don’t look now.” Mikey warned.

“What?” You asked, looking between him and Benny, who looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Oh shit,” Mikey looked at Benny, whose gaze was trained toward the dance floor, eyes wide. Mikey grabbed your hands. “Okay, don’t look now, but we have company. Ex-girlfriend, 3 o’clock.”

Your gaze followed his, spotting a redhead making her way over to your group through the throngs of people on the dance floor. As she got closer, you could see her clearer. She was pretty. Really, truly pretty. So much so that she made you shift uncomfortably in place, tugging at your shorts absentmindedly. She was pale, with freckles dusting his cheeks and nose, a smirk on her face as she walked.

“Kelly?” You asked Mikey, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” he said.

Ah, you thought. So this was the bitch that broke Benny’s heart.

You felt a surge of protectiveness and anger rush through you at the thought. In your mind's eye, you saw the look on Benny’s face as he’d told you of her betrayal. The same look that was on his face now. Absolutely not, you thought, remembering why Benny had invited you here in the first place.

You turned to Benny, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took a long swig from his beer. You put your hands on his shoulders, turning him toward you. He looked nervous, fidgety. More so than you’d ever seen him.

“You ready?” You asked him, eyebrows raised. “We’re gonna show her what she’s missing.”

He blew out a sigh, looking over at her again before back at you. He nodded resolutely, his poker face returning.

“Yeah,” he said, as if trying to convince himself. “Yeah,” he repeated, more certain this time. “Yeah honey, I’m ready.”

“Then let’s give her hell.”

You grasped his hand in yours, leaning your head on his shoulder and running your other hand up his arm, as you turned back to Mikey.

“This should be fun,” Mikey murmured, as Kelly approached your group.

“Oh my god!” Even her voice was pretty. You ground your teeth, forcing a polite smile at her. “Benny! How are you? It’s been so long!”

Benny smiled politely at her. “Just fine,” he said, not bothering to ask how she’s been. You squeezed his hand.

“Hello to you too, Kelly.” Mikey mumbled into his solo cup. Her eyes snapped to him coldly, before turning sickly sweet again.

“Hey, Mikey.” She purred, pulling him into a hug. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m fabulous.” He said. “I mean, I threw the party, didn’t I?”

She laughed, throwing her head back.

Unnecessary, you thought pettily.

“You know, that’s why you were always my gay best friend in high school.”

You snorted. You couldn’t help it. Because Jesus fucking Christ, was this girl serious? Your eyes went wide as you looked to Benny, whose expression mirrored your own. Mikey had a pained expression as he nodded.

At your outburst, Kelly’s eyes snapped to you, sizing you up. She looked you up and down, a sour look on her face.

“And who are you?” She asked, still feigning politeness. You matched her smile.

“Oh, how silly of me.” You introduced yourself, shaking her hand in a firm handshake. “And you are?”

“Uh,” she looked between you and Benny, eyes zeroing in on where you’d hand was still joined with his. You titled your head at her. “I’m Kelly. Benny and I go way back.”

“Oh really?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in mock confusion as you turned to Benny who looked down at you, a grin alighting his face at your antics. Mirth swam in his eyes. “Ben’s never mentioned you before.”

“Haven’t I, baby?” He asked, letting go of your hand to wind his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. There was that nickname again.

Baby, baby, baby.

You ignored the butterflies that erupted in your gut at his calling you that name. He had practically purred it. Jesus, you needed a stronger drink.

“Hmmm, no I don’t think you have.” You smiled up at him, staring at him for a moment, really milking the whole fake relationship thing.

“Hmm,” Mikey cleared his throat from Benny’s other side, cutting through the awkward silence. “Well, you know how it is.” He said. “After you find the one, old flings just kind of fade together.”

Your heart stuttered at that. The one. It made sense for him to say that; you were pretending, trying to fool Benny’s ex and make her jealous, but still, a part of you wanted it to be true. A part deep, deep down that you’d never admit to yourself.

“Yeah,” you said fondly, deciding to take your chance and reach up and tuck a piece of Benny’s hair behind his ear. You could’ve sworn you say his breath falter for a moment.

“Well,” Kelly spoke up, more annoyed than before and barely hiding it. “It was nice to see you guys again, I’ve-uh-I think Candace is waiting for me.”

When she’d gone, Benny blew out a breath, shoulders deflating.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, shaking his head. “I can’t believe that worked.”

You laughed at his reaction, patting his shoulder.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uh, yeah—I did!” He affirmed dramatically. “I mean, did you even see that?”

“Yes, Ben, I was there.” You said dryly.

“Lord have mercy, you’re good at that.” He shook his head at you. “Did you have a side hustle in college or something? You could add ‘helps make exes jealous and is amazing at fake dating’ to your resume.”

“Oh god, Ben, that’s gotta be the worst one yet.” You laughed at his awful joke.

“Cmon,” he laughed back, “you’re good!”

“He’s right,” Mikey came up between you, carrying two full shot glasses in his hands. He sat them on the counter in front of you. “You were really good, that girl was seeing red.”

“Well,” you said, flattered. “Thank you. I take pissing off my friends’ shitty exes very seriously.”

“Yeah, I gathered.” Benny added dryly. You swatted the back of his head.

“Now, drink up!” Mikey gestured to the full shot glasses in front of you. “You two deserve it after how awkward that was. I’m gonna go find my husband.”

You raised your eyebrows at Benny as Mikey sauntered away, presumably upstairs.

“Shall we?” You asked him, sniffing the amber liquid in the shot glass. The familiar spice of cinnamon and twinge of whisky hitting your nostrils.

“Ah, why the hell not,” he said, picking up his own shot glass. “God, I hate fireball. Reminds me of Pope.”

You snorted, before clinking your glass against his and throwing it back. The familiar burn of the whisky mixed with the spice of the cinnamon warmed you up as it went down.

“Agh,” Benny made a face as he drank his own. “That's awful.”

“Pussy,” you muttered. His mouth fell open.

“Wanna bet?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Five bucks says I can out-drink you.” You challenged. His lips twisted into a wicked smirk, staring you down.

“I’ll take those odds.”

———

Benny may have taken your little bet a little too seriously.

A little too seriously, as in: he was five drinks in, and wired as all get out.

You were reasonably drunk yourself, to be fair. After the shots, you’d challenged Benny to chug some jungle juice, and after he did, he’d had two more cups. After matching his pace in the first two, you’d decided to call it quits and lose the bet. You deemed babysitting Benny for the night and making sure he didn’t embarrass himself in front of Kelly or anyone else from high school more important than the five dollars you’d lose to the bet. You’d win it back another time, anyways.

Now, though, you’d discovered what Benny was really like when revved up with alcohol, and it was more than you bargained for.

“Ben, I gotta cut you off,” you pressed his chest lightly, standing between him and the makeshift mini-bar. He stopped, pouting at you.

“Why, honey? I’m completely sober.” He argued, sounding a bit too much like a toddler for your liking. You snorted, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah, ok, big guy.” You said, before nudging one of his shoulders backwards with a little more force. He stumbled backward a bit, losing his footing for a second before shaking his head, standing upright again. “See?” You asked. “You drink anymore, you’re gonna pass out and I’m gonna have to drag you home.”

“You’re a party pooper, you know that?” He asked you, crossing his arms and coming to lean against you, too drunk to consider your personal space. You couldn’t bring yourself to care as he leaned his head on your shoulder. He sighed. The party was still in full swing behind you as you sat in silence with him. You leaned your head on his, catching a whiff of the pine scented shampoo he used. An involuntary thrill went through your gut.

“I didn’t like seeing Kelly tonight,” he said, voice so melancholy it made your chest stretch and ache. “Was too much for a little bit.”

“I know, Ben.” You said, reaching down to squeeze his hand.

“But you,” he giggled a little bit, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “You made her so mad.” He looked up at you, all trace of sadness gone from voice and face. His eyes were glittering.

“Okay, she wasn’t that mad.”

“No, no, honey, she was!” He said. “She made that mad face.” He mimicked her facial expression, pressing his eyebrows together dramatically. You laughed at his antics. His eyes then snapped to the dance floor, catching Mikey towards the middle, dancing wildly with a shorter man with a dark afro.

“Mikey!” He said excitedly, face lighting up. “I wanted to dance,” he added, face falling a bit. “I was too worried about Kelly to dance.”

“We can dance, Ben.” You took his hand. “If you want to.”

He pulled you to the dance floor then, not wobbling at all. Part of you rolled your eyes at that—perhaps he was just being dramatic when he’d stumbled earlier. You brushed it from your mind, though, and instead focused on Benny’s warm hand in yours as you made your way through the packed dance floor to Mikey and Quinn.

“Quinnie!” Benny beamed when you’d reached them, enveloping the shorter man in a crushing hug. “We missed you earlier!”

“Yeah, well,” he cast a sarcastic look at Mikey who shrugged. “This asshole left me upstairs to fend for myself against Candace Meyers.”

“Okay! To be fair, I didn’t know she was up there! I thought you were sick or something!”

“That makes it even worse, Mikey.” You added arms crossed.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” Quinn said, smiling at you.

“Oh!” Benny put his arm around your shoulder casually. You tried not to stiffen. He gave Quinn your name, before adding. “She’s my—“

“Benny’s friend.” Mikey completed for him, kissing his husband on the cheek. Benny’s brows furrowed, before jumping up again, as the music changed from an upbeat song to a more slow one.

“I love this song!” He said, looking to Mikey and Quinn who were already beginning to sway. “Dance with me, baby.”

You thought you saw Mikey raise his eyebrows at the endearment that fell from Benny’s mouth, but you couldn’t be sure, as you were focused on Benny’s firm palm on your waist, pulling you to him.

You felt the booze buzzing through your veins as he pulled you closer, his fingers warm against the skin that was left bare between your shirt and jeans. Motivated by the liquor in your system, without thinking, your hand went to the hair at the nape of Benny’s neck, your other going to his shoulder. As you ran your fingers through and played with the hair there, you could have sworn you felt him shiver, his grip tightening on your waist while his other hand pulled you closer by your hip.

And god, you’d never felt the way you did when he was touching you.

Everything felt charged as he swayed you back and forth to the music, and all of a sudden, there was no more sweat, booze, and chatter of the people around you, there was only Benny.

You gulped, and his hand slid up your shirt, his smooth palm gliding over the expanse of your back, skin to skin. Your head fell to his shoulder, and he cleared his throat, spinning the two of you around slowly. You felt his nose at the top of your head, before he inhaled.

Was he… smelling you? You had to hold back a laugh at the thought, before catching yourself, remembering that merely five minutes ago you were doing the same thing to him, when he’d had his head on your shoulder.

The hand on your hip moved to your hand, grabbing it. You looked up at Benny, not realizing how close he was. Your noses were nearly touching, his eyes looked impossibly dark in the dim light of the living room. His warm breath grazed your lips, smelling of the fruity jungle juice from earlier. For a moment you both just stared, before Benny surprised you by pulling you out into a spin away from him.

You giggled a little as you clumsily spun back to his catching his slow grin in the process. But when he spun you back, his hands went to your hips, pulling you backwards against him, and any laugh that you may have had died on your lips.

As silent gasp broke past your lips, your back meeting his chest. You could feel the heat of his chest bleeding through his T-shirt on your back, warm and firm against you. His hands stayed resting on your hips as he slowly began to move you both to the music.

You swayed, too overwhelmed with the sensation of his body against yours, his scent, his breath against the back of your neck, to convince yourself otherwise. Everything in your body screamed: Benny, Benny, Benny.

You let your head fall back to his shoulder, feeling motivated by the alcohol in your system to turn your head and press your nose and lips up against his warm neck. A sound that was almost a whimper fell from his lips as he gripped your hips tighter, one of his hands grabbing yours and the other reaching over to grab your opposite hip. Without realizing, you ground your backside against his front, resulting in a puff of warm air from him against your throat.

“Hey,” Mikey’s voice snapped you back to reality, and you practically jumped out of Benny’s arms.

“Uh,” Mikey was trying, and failing, to hold back a shit-eating grin. “I’m gonna kick everyone out soon. Thought I’d give you guys a heads up.” He narrowed his eyes at Benny who coughed.

“Yeah, man.” He tried to feign sobriety, but one look at him had you holding back a laugh of your own. You were drunk, but you weren’t that drunk.

“Make sure he gets home okay?” Mikey had a hand on your shoulder. You smiled at him, squeezing his hand.

“I will.” You looked back at the man behind you. “He’ll probably sleep at mine tonight. I don’t feel like walking the extra block to his apartment.”

Mikey hummed in response, before gigging you goodbye and promising to give yours and Benny’s goodbyes to Quinn.

“You think you’ll be able to walk home?” You asked Benny, eyebrows raised.

“Hmm?” He shook his head, looking at you bleary-eyed. You sighed, rolling your eyes and grabbing his hand.

“Alright, cmon big guy.” You said, starting toward the door. “Let’s get you in bed.”

- - -

“Mmm,” Benny moaned, arm slung across your back and forehead pressed into your shoulder. You sighed, practically dragging him up the stairs to your apartment.

“I know, I know,” you mumbled. “Just a few more steps. We’re almost there.”

He’d gotten to that point in the night where he’d hit a wall. All the energy he’d had on the walk home, where he was practically skipping and shouting, had given way to sluggish, slurring, tired Benny. The Benny that you had hanging off of you as you tried to fish your keys out of your purse.

As you searched, he lifted his head from your shoulder, settling his chin there instead. He smiled as you rooted around for your keys.

“Need some help, honey?” He asked innocently.

“Fuck off, Ben.” You laughed, turning to face him. Your nose bumped his, and he smiled. You shook your head and turned back to your purse, focused on the task at hand.

“Aha,” you mumbled to yourself, finally finding your house key, “gotcha.” Your fingers shook a bit fumbling to fit it into the keyhole, a bit rattled by Benny’s breath against your neck.

“You’re pretty, you know that?” He said plainly. You opened the door, hoisting his arm over your shoulder, guiding him in.

“You’re drunk, Benny.” You sighed, ignoring the butterflies that erupted at his admission. You kicked off your shoes, locking the door behind you.

“M’not,” he said as he tripped over his own shoes. You laughed lightly at his clumsiness, grabbing his hands to steady him.

“Mhm, I believe you too, Ben.”

“Smartass.” He retorted, following you as you took him back to your bedroom. “Always such a smartass.”

“Uh huh. Save it for when I’m not taking care of you, ‘kay Miller?” You said with no venom in your voice. He grumbled in response, too tired or drunk or both to come up with a retort.

“Alright. Get ready for bed, while I go change and brush my teeth,” you said to him as he stared blankly at you, sitting on your bed. “I’m not undressing you, Ben. We’re not that close.”

You grabbed a pair of pajamas before making your way to the bathroom to clean up before bed. After brushing your teeth and washing your face, you returned, pushing open your squeaky bedroom door.

Benny had stripped down to just his boxers, and was slumped over on your bed, head resting toward the foot of it, already dozing off. You held back a laugh, walking over to shake him awake.

“Hmm?” He asked, confused.

“Gotta get you under the covers, Benny.” You told him softly, pushing him lightly backward by the shoulder.

“Mmm,” he hummed affirmatively, standing up and rubbing his eyes so you could unmake the bed and pull the covers back.

“Was gonna ask,” he said, voice gravely in a way that made you shiver. “Could I borrow your Fleetwood Mac shirt?”

You fake-glared at him. “That’s my favorite shirt.”

“I know, but it’s soft,” he started before you laughed.

“I’m kidding, Ben. Get it bed, I’ll grab it.”

“Woah, honey,” Benny drawled teasingly. “Trying to get me into bed so quickly.”

“Funny,” you commented dryly at his innuendo.

“I mean, really, take me out to dinner first—“ you cut him off by tossing the shirt right at his head with a flop.

“Mmm thanks,” he replied, pulling it on.

“No problem.” You said. “I’m gonna go grab you some advil and water for the raging hangover you’re gonna have in the morning.” He groaned as you went to the kitchen to retrieve the pills and glass of water.

When you returned, he was leaned up against the headboard, brows furrowed. You set the pills and water on the bedside table before getting back up, preparing to sleep on the couch.

“We are.” His voice stopped you in your tracks as you reached for the doorknob. You shook your head, not catching his meaning.

“‘We are’ what?”

“That close.” You looked at him confusedly, so he continued, “earlier, you said we aren’t that close; we are.”

You paused, your tongue feeling like cotton. Your mind blanked and you just kind of, stood there, absolutely tongue-tied and shocked by whatever admission this was. Still, he continued.

“You’re my best friend, yaknow.” He mumbled, before leaning back into the pillows and letting out a deep breath, ready to sleep. You stood there for a second, an overwhelming warmth filling your chest, before responding quietly.

“You’re mine too, Ben.”

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thelemontree · 2 years

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Aches and Pains

Pairing: Benny Miller x f!Reader

Summary: You help Benny relax after a fight.

Word Count: 483

Rating: Explicit just to be safe (18+ MDNI)

Content: established relationship, brief bathtub smut (handjob), explicit & suggestive language

A/N: Another day, another drabble 😌 prompt is from here. Enjoy bbs 😘

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Regardless of the match’s outcome, Benny’s post-fight routine almost always consists of the two of you taking a bath together. The hot water soothes his aching muscles and it gives you both some time to wind down and enjoy each other’s company. That’s where you find yourselves now, his legs bent to give you room to kneel in between them, facing him.

His earlier match had been a particularly challenging one, and towards the end, he hurt one of his shoulders. You work at the affected area, your hands kneading as deeply as they can into the muscle. He lets out a low groan as he tips his head back to rest against the tiled wall.

“Oh. Keep doing that. Fuck, that feels good,” he sighs.

The two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you continue to massage his shoulder, only occasionally interrupted by Benny’s groans and sighs as you help ease some of his pain. You smile softly at him as his eyes flutter shut when you knead into a particular spot. After you spend a few more minutes working at his shoulder, Benny’s hands move from the sides of the tub to your hips and squeezes you softly.

“Thanks, baby. I feel a lot better now.”

You hum happily as you wind your arms around his neck and shuffle closer to him, bringing your chests together. You lean forward and kiss him once softly, smiling when he tries to chase your lips with his. “You’re welcome, handsome,” you murmur as your fingers start to run through the damp hair on the back of his neck.

When he leans forward again to kiss you, you let him, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours. His hands move down from your hips to your ass, gripping the flesh tightly and trying to pull you even closer to him. The action makes you moan into the kiss and he takes advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue into your mouth. You whimper at the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours. You feel him smirk into the kiss at the sound.

You pull away with a shuddering breath, your eyes slowly blinking open. Benny’s face is flushed, his lips shiny and kiss-swollen, his breaths coming out in heavy pants. You think he looks beautiful like this, wrecked from just your kiss. Slowly, you trail one of your hands down the curve of his neck to his chest. Your nails scrape lightly down his skin as you skim even further down to his stomach. Finally, your hand reaches the base of his cock, hard and ready for you. You take him into the soft grip of your fist, stroking up his length. You smile at the gasp he lets out at your touch.

“I think you have something else that needs a massage, baby. Let me take care of you.”

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artemiseamoon · 2 years

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A Fall Getaway

Benny Miller x f reader

Words: 555 (full word count)

Warnings: none really, a super vague hint at sex

Below is a preview *** read in full on A03

For week 32 @writer-wednesday

“Hey babe?”

Following his voice, you entered the living room and find Benny looking through the cabinets. You leaned against the doorframe, he glanced back with a smile.

“What do you say we take ol’ blue out on the road? The weathers good, “he stands and comes over to you, “the windows down, wind on our faces, you next to me,” he wrapped his arms around your body, “what do you say?”

“I’m liking the sound of that,” you kissed the tip of his nose and caressed his back, “as long she can run. Don’t want a nice trip ruined by the car breaking down.”

“Already check on that,” he grinned, a proud look in his eyes, “she’s running great. Safe for the road. I wouldn’t put my baby in any danger.”

Benny kisses the side of your neck, your chin, then your lips.

“I know you wouldn’t,” you hug him a little tighter. "H ey I have an idea. Why don’t we ride out to the cabin, then hit up the Halloween activities? It will be too busy later this month.”

“I like the way you think babe,” Benny gives you a little squeeze before letting you go, “okay, let’s get to packing.”

…read more here in A03

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sci-fi-disney-prince · 2 months

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Garrett Hedlund Character Masterlist WIP

In honor of March Madness, I created this master list of Garrett Hedlund character fanfics and may update it even after March. This may not be mobile/tablet-friendly.

Note: This may not have all of the stories posted on Tumblr and/or elsewhere since I am only one person and could only find as much as I can and unfortunately get distracted by Garrett along the way. Also, these do not belong to me. These stories belong to these lovely fanfic writers credited below and to the people behind the original source material. Do keep in mind that many of these fanfics are targeted for 18 years of age and older, so reader discretion is advised.

Tagged: @the-blind-assassin-12 (the person behind March Fic Madness 2024)

Key: ❤️‍🔥 = Smut(ty)/Explicit 🍬 = Fluff ❤️‍🩹 = Angst

Updated as of March 25, 2024

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@/triplefrontier-anniversary (A fanfic and art event to celebrate Triple Frontier's 5th anniversary which is run by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime that goes from March 1st-March 14th. Take out the slash to go to their page)

Masterlists

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist by @marmie-noir [Content warning: violence, sex, and 18+ content] ❤️‍🔥

TriFRambles’ Masterlist by @triframbles

Delta Landscaping Mainlist by @rhoorl ❤️‍🔥

Benny Miller Masterlist by @dameronscopilot [some 🍬, some ❤️‍🔥]

Garrett Hedlund Masterlist by @dameronscopilot 🍬❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Benjamin "Benny" Miller Masterlist by @musings-of-a-rose [Some Fluff, Some Angst, Some Smut, some all of the above]

FishBen Rec List by @thirstworldproblemss [Some fluff, some angst, some smut, some all of the above]

phoenixhalliwell Masterlist by @phoenixhalliwell [includes Triple Frontier guys x Gender Neutral!reader]

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Individual Stories

Triple Frontier

"Every Kiss Begins With A Mistletoe" by @kittyofalltrades [Santi and Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"Not So Silent Night" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Office Party Love" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader] 🍬

Sleepy Benny by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] 🍬

"I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"An Unexpected Discovery" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Benny's Favorite Librarian" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Before I Go" by @cowboystokes (deactivated) [Benny x Black!Reader (Co-Parents)]

"Drunk Poetry" by @violentdelightsandviolentends [Benny x female reader - Content warning: cursing and alcohol mention] 🍬

"I see my shot" by @writefightandflightclub [Benny x female reader - Content warnings: alcohol, mildly steamy making-out, swearing, “unrequited” feelings and implied possible public sex acts (fade to black).] ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all." by @bullet-prooflove [Benny x Reader]

"Disinhibition" by @busycryin [Benny x Reader - Content warning: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex] 🍬

"Slow Motion" by @miss-beep-beep [Benny x Viet!OFC - Content Warning - some cursing and kisses] 🍬❤️‍🩹

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Four Brothers

"Hopper saves a boy’s pieces, Joyce puts him back together" by @imeanwhynotbruv (Jack Mercer Stranger Things AU/crossover - TW: abuse)

"Number" by @jackmercerenthuiast (Jack Mercer x Reader - Content warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, suggestive language, and gang violence)

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Tron: Legacy

"Masks" by @ivorydragoness44 [Sam Flynn x Reader] ❤️‍🩹

"iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours." by @solar-siren [Sam Flynn x Tron] 🍬

more TBA

Tulsa King

more TBA

More from other movies/shows/projects soon

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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Mitch Keller and having you ride his face tell you squirt and then you panic cause you never did it that

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Content: NSFW 18+, oral sex, squirting, anal fingering

“You taste so fuckin’ good," Mitch drawls before lapping another broad stroke through your slick folds, running his tongue through the arousal seeping from your throbbing cunt.

His fingers dig tightly into the backs of your thighs as he teases your fluttering entrance, and you moan when he probes his way inside of your tight channel. The bed creaks as you reach out to steady yourself against the headboard, shamelessly rocking your hips down onto Mitch’s face as he fucks you with his tongue. His beard scrapes against your skin as he pauses to nip at your inner thigh, lips and chin coated in both his saliva and your juices.

Heat spreads under your skin when he latches back onto your mound, sloppily mouthing at your folds and sucking on your clit. A whimper falls from your mouth as he adjusts his grip to drag you against his face, large hands palming the globes of your ass.

Mitch doesn’t hold back when he eats you out; he never does. The taste of your dripping cunt on his lips—and the way you shamelessly writhe and keen under the hungry assault of his tongue—is enough to make him come untouched in his pants.

And while he often tries to stave off his release, as he’d rather fill your overstimulated hole to the brim with cum after you’ve gushed on his tongue, there’s something deliciously filthy about the way you’ll reach into his cum-soaked boxers to coax his spent cock back to life just so you can take him into your mouth until he spills himself again down the back of your throat.

He slides one hand down to your pussy, running his fingers through the soaking wet mess he’s made down there before bringing it back to cup your ass. Your breath hitches as he spreads your cheeks, muscles tightening when he rubs circles around your puckered rim with the tip of a spit-soaked digit. Taking the way you grind down hard onto his face as a sign that you want more, he slowly begins to slide a finger into your ass while his tongue massages your cunt, and you let out a choked sob of pleasure.

You know he’s going slow to allow your tight ring of muscle time to adjust to the stretch of his thick finger, but it feels so fucking good tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, a line of drool slipping down your chin. Desperate for more stimulation, you rock back into his finger, gasping as you lodge the digit deeply into your hole up to the knuckle. Mitch groans appreciatively at how eager you are for him, how needy. How desperate.

“You want more?”

“Please, baby,” you whine.

He doesn’t hesitate to obligate your request, working your ass open even further with a second finger as he brings his free hand forward, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He plunges them into your channel, crooking the digits and stroking your sensitive, spongy wall.

And with two of Mitch’s fingers stuffed in your ass while he strokes the inner walls of your cunt, the smoldering embers in your abdomen ignite, raging through your body in a wildfire. Your orgasm crests in a wave of pleasure, and you cry out as your body trembles while you come undone, clear fluid gushing from your entrance.

Your face burns with embarrassment—you just fucking squirted all over Mitch’s goddamn face.

“I’ve…I’ve never…” you trail off, biting your lower lip.

Mitch swiftly slides out from under you and sits up, gaze hooded as he cups your face in both of his hands. “Sweetheart, don’t you dare try to apologize for that.”

“But—”

“That’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, honey,” he clarifies, and you belatedly realize just how rough and wrecked his voice sounds. “And...fuckin’ hell, I can’t wait to make you do it again.”

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musings-of-a-rose · 7 months

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Pairing: Benny Miller x ofc "Lily Morales" (21 year old daughter of Frankie Morales)

Word Count: 9000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: Listen, I’ve had this in my head for a long time and I just had to get it out. I know the dbf trope may be overdone, and it’s not a trope I normally read, but I just…they kept talking and I had to get it out. Sometimes the fic writes you. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for reading this over and helping me get unstuck. And to @avengers-fixation and @rayslittlekitten for also beta reading and giving me some excellent feedback to help this take a better shape!

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"What do you want to do for your birthday, mija?"

I shrug, popping another blueberry in my mouth. "I don't know. Wanna order pizza and watch a movie?"

My dad gives me a look, pointing his fork at me. "Is that what you want to do?"

I don't know. What do 21 year olds want to do besides get shit faced on their 21st?

"I don't know, dad."

"I think you should go out with your friends."

"Are you really telling me I should go get shit faced on my birthday?"

He chuckles. "No, but you're turning 21. You don't wanna hang out with your old man."

"I always want to hang out with you."

"I love you too, but you're young. You should hang out with your friends."

"I'm fine here with you, dad."

"Look," he sighs and sets his spoon down, looking at me. "Be safe, call me if you need me to come get you or something, but go out. Be 21."

He won't let up, I can see it in his eyes. "If it means so much to you, I'll go out."

—----

God, I'm bored. My friends all squealed when I finally caved in and said we could go out drinking for my birthday. They picked me up and brought me to a bar, claiming a booth on the side. They had me place the order for drinks, my first at 21, and then paid, splitting the bill amongst themselves. But while I nursed a drink, they kept slamming them back, getting increasingly more drunk. Eventually, they all got up and hobbled onto the dance floor. Well, not an official dance floor, more like a space they drunkenly cleared out while putting on songs on the ancient jukebox in the corner. Some other patrons joined in and soon there was a small group of men around them, laughing and swaying along while I stayed seated at our table.

"You look bored as fuck, Lil."

—----

Benny:

This week had been rough. Hell, this whole month had been rough. Another girl that just wanted to use him for a fun time had come and gone, leaving Benny feeling a little more than hollow. They never stay long, always wanting his fun side. If he let down his mask for just a moment, showing them all of him, they run. It hurts but if he's being honest with himself, none of them felt right. Like they were placeholders, just someone to pass the time with. Or distract him from the girl he really likes, the one he can't have.

He takes another swig from his beer, the one he'd been nursing for a while when this large group of about 10 college aged girls comes in the bar, squealing and talking loudly. They make a big deal of securing a booth, practically yelling about how it's someone's birthday. And then, he sees her.

Lily, his Lily being shoved forward from the group of girls, her short, pleated skirt fanning out as they tell her to go order drinks and they'll pay. When did the feelings for her start? His mind goes back to a specific moment, a BBQ at Frankie's, when Lily was nearly 20. She was walking past the pool, fully clothed and slipped in, a little yelp leaving her just before the splash. But before anyone could move, she was pushing to the surface, makeup sliding down her face and she was laughing, her head tilted back as she made her way to the edge and Frankie pulled her out. Her clothes were soaked, hair sticking to her forehead, mascara covering her cheeks along with the purple eye shadow she had been wearing. Most girls would've flipped out, cried and screamed and gotten angry, but not Lily. She made some quip about not seeing the pool there and then she looked at him as he laughed, her eyes lit up not with embarrassment, but something else that Benny couldn't quite place. But now he saw her in a whole new light. Lily. His Lily.

Wait, not his Lily. She can't ever be his Lily because she is Lily Morales, Fish's daughter. He couldn't do that to his friend. 13 years isnt too bad of a gap but Fish's daughter? She's too smart for him, too creative, too good. She wouldn't want his old PTSD ass anyway.

He watches her bring the drinks back and pass them out, her friends pounding them back as Lily takes small, infrequent sips from the glass she's holding, her smile dropping lower and lower as her friends get more and more drunk.

God, she's beautiful. Her dark brown hair frames her face, loose waves cascading past her shoulders, her shirt hugging her tits the right way and Benny shifts in his seat as his mind wanders, eyes roaming over her body. She can't see him anyway, what would it hurt?

But as the night continues on, he sees her friends get up, forming a makeshift dance floor, some other young college guys coming to join them. But not Lily. She doesn't join her friends, opting to stay back and take another slow sip from her drink, her fingers drawing a mindless pattern in the condensation on her cup.

He takes a deep breath, drinking the last swig from his beer as he stands. He won't have her looking so sad on her birthday. He must put a smile on her face. Benny strides over to her, pushing through the crowd.

"You look bored as fuck, Lil."

Her eyes go wide, her cheeks flushing as she looks up at him, a smile appearing on her face. Surely that's not just for him. She can't possibly feel the same way. Can she? No, she's Fish's daughter. Cut it out, Benny.

But he can't stop himself from sliding into the seat next to her, hoping like hell she doesn't spot his half hard boner from her thigh barely touching his jean clad one.

When he looks at her, he knows why other women haven't worked out for him. Because she is the one he wants. And the one he simply cannot have.

—----

My body springs to life as his voice washes over me, my eyes looking up into his bright blue ones, the ones that I see in my dreams. My cheeks warm and it's not from the half a drink I've had. It's from the fact I've been in love with this man for years.

"Benny!"

He smiles at me, his eyes crinkling slightly at the sides and my stomach lurches. He waves his hands, silently telling me to scooch over. I do and he sits next to me, his thigh nearly pressing into mine. He leans in close, speaking into my ear as the girls have turned the music up way too loud.

"Happy birthday!"

"You remembered?"

He's so close, his face inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. "Of course I remember. You're one of my favorite people."

God I hope he can't hear my heart pounding through my chest.

"But why are you sitting here by yourself? Shouldn't you be out there?" He points his thumb over his shoulder towards my group of friends, who have now mingled with a group of college boys, all grinding on each other.

"Hard pass."

"You mean, grinding up against sweaty young men isn't your thing?" His eyes light up with laughter.

I shake my head. "I like older men." Shit, did I just say that? He looks at me, a curious look in his eyes.

"I doubt they'd be able to keep up with you."

"I think one might."

"Sounds like you have someone in mind."

"Maybe I do." Shut up, Lily!

Before he can reply, a loud whoop sounds from the dancing throng and we both look as one of the drunk men try to impress my friend by doing the worm. Benny leans in to me again, his scent filling up my nose and suddenly I'm feeling warm between my legs.

"I'm hungry. Wanna get out of here and get a burger or something?"

"God, yes. Please save me."

He smiles, sliding out of the booth and extends his arm to me as I get up. I take it, my skin tingling as it brushes against his, feeling his muscles constrict as he guides me through the crowd and out of the bar. I catch my friends eye as I walk past them and nod my head towards Benny, telling her silently I was going with him. She gives me a wink and thumbs up before making a lude gesture that I'm glad Benny misses. I expect him to drop my arm when we're outside, but he doesn't. Instead, he looks down at me, towering over me.

"Did you drive or?"

"What? Oh, no. Ironically, I was not the designated driver. Don't worry, we took Ubers."

He chuckles. "Smart. Alright, my jeep is around the back. I've only had one beer, is that ok?"

"You're asking me?"

"Yeah. I mean, I'm fine to drive but whatever you're comfortable with."

"I trust you." Am I seeing things or is he blushing?

He guides me to his jeep, opening the door and helping me inside. He drives us across town to a little diner we've been to before, although it's never been just the two of us. Usually my dad or Benny's brother Will is with us. We sit and order giant burgers and a plate of fries to share, and a couple slices of what Benny calls "birthday pie" that we eat first.

"So why did you agree to go out with those friends if all they did was ditch you?"

I chuckle. "I blame my dad. He made me."

"Fish wanted you to go out drinking?"

"He said I should "go out and be 21". I told him I just wanted a pizza and a movie with him."

"Why didn't you tell me you wanted pizza? We could've gone to get pizza."

"No, this is perfect, really." My hand covers his on the table and I see just how small it is in comparison to Benny's and I swallow hard. "Thank you, really. You saved me."

Benny asks a zillion more questions as we eat, always interested to hear my opinion on things. I've never had a man be this interested in what I had to say, almost as if… there's no way he could feel the same for me, right? I know there's an age gap, but it's only 13 years..

He links his arm with mine again as we make our way back to his Jeep, helping me in before coming around and climbing in himself.

"I'll take you home."

"No!" Oh shit, did I yell that? I don't want this night to end so soon. Not when I have an excuse for it to just be us.

His eyebrows are raised. "No?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud. I uh.. I mean no. My dad expects me to be home late or crash at a friend's. If I come home now, he'll think it's weird."

"I don't think he'd mind you coming home early. Then he knows you're not out causing trouble."

"Please Benny?" I hesitate a moment before reaching out to place my hand on his arm, squeezing it a little. "Can we… I don't know.. just go back to your place and hang for a bit?" His skin is warm under my palm and I feel him shift slightly in his seat, eyes fixed on the road before he glances sideways at me.

“You’d really want to hang out with an old man like me?"

“You’re not old.” I sit back, reluctantly pulling my hand from his arm. “Besides, didn’t we establish that I like older men?” What the fuck is wrong with you, Lily?

He shifts in his seat again and clears his throat, fighting back a smile. “Have anything in mind?”

“We could watch a movie?”

“Alright, you talked me into it. But only because it’s your birthday.” He smiles before reaching over and poking me in the side. I flinch back, a giggle erupting from the back of my throat. “Oh, you’re ticklish?”

“I don’t like the look on your face, Benjamin.”

He’s smiling wide. “No look. Just tucking that information away for later.”

We pull up to his place and get out. I follow him up to his front door, my eyes taking in his broad shoulders, beefy arms, and tight ass. He's so tall, much taller than me. I'd love to climb him like a tree…

Heading inside, I kick my shoes off and leave them by the door, hanging my purse on one of the coat rack hooks. I follow him into the living area. He gestures to the couch and I sit, Benny sitting at the opposite end from me.

"Want something to drink?" He asks and it may be my imagination, but he sounds nervous.

"S-sure." Way to sound smooth, Lily.

"Beer ok? I think I have water somewhere."

"Beer will be fine. Thanks."

"You got it. Can't believe I can officially give you this now." He disappears into his kitchen and remerges with 2 bottles of beer, popping open the top and handing it to me. He holds up his bottle to mine and we clink them together.

"Here's to a birthday!" He says and smiles, taking a swig when I do.

"It's certainly been one of those."

We flip through the channels, stopping on some trash reality TV to make fun of them, cracking up at the stupidity of the show. We've had a couple of beers by now and I'm not drunk by any means, but definitely warm and I feel myself loosening up as I become more comfortable around him, passing quips back and forth.

"I don't know why she's picking Jason when clearly Porter is the better choice."

"What?" I say, shocked. "You can't mean that. Have you looked at Porter?"

Benny squints at the tv. "Yes?"

"Need your glasses, old man?"

"Be careful. You don't wanna poke the old man."

I scoff playfully, smirking. "Maybe I do."

In one swift move, Benny sits up, putting his bottle on the coffee table before he turns to me, his eyes full of mischief. He lunges for me but I jumped up, somehow missing his grip and I smirk, turning towards him.

"You'll have to be faster than that, old man." He tries to get up and I run, trying to move around the back of the couch, but somehow he's there, leaning over the back, his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back over the couch as I scream. He pushes me back down onto the couch, his large form hovering over me as his fingers dig into my sides. I squirm under him, unable to do anything but squeal with laughter as I writhe about. But the mood changes suddenly, his fingers slowing as he looks down at me, his blue eyes dragging down my face to my lips. I can feel him pressing into me between my legs and heat rushes there to meet him. He leans closer, our lips almost touching, but then he's pulling back and I can't take it. We were so close, I can't go back to how it was, not knowing that he wants this as much as I do but is stopping himself, denying him and me a chance at happiness.

My fingers grasp at his shirt, tugging to get him to look at me. When he does, his eyes are wide, a combination of lust and conflict behind them. My finger traces his cheek and I decide to go for it, leaning up while lightly pulling him towards me with the tip of my finger. His lips are nearly on mine, his breath fanning out over my face, but he stops.

"We can't, Lil."

I nod. "We can." I feel him grow harder against me and it's all I can do to not moan, the weight of him grounding me to this moment. He still doesn't move.

"I don't want to take advantage."

"You're not. I'm sober."

His lips are so close to mine, his breath filling my own as my lips remain slightly parted waiting for him.

"He'd kill me."

"I'll protect you."

"Lil," he whispers, his breath heating my lips.

"Ben." I touch my lips to his and oh, his are so soft and warm, tasting slightly like the beer he'd had earlier. He doesn't move for a second and maybe I've pushed him too far. His lips move above mine, responding to my gentle touch with a more heated one, a slight moan at the back of his throat as he glides his tongue into my slightly parted lips. A small groan comes from my chest in return and I hum into his kiss, deepening it as Benny presses on with more urgency, my legs wrapping around him, squeezing him slightly.

His hands are on my face, pushing my hair out of it as a large hand engulfs the side of my face and neck, holding my chin in place as he kisses me deeper, pressing into me harder, his hips slightly grinding of their own accord. Then he breaks the kiss, leaning up to reach over his shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt as he pulls it over his head, tossing it on the coffee table. I've seen him shirtless before of course, but this is different. A patch of hair is nestled between his pecks, soft but strong muscles flexing as he holds himself up, a small trail of hair disappearing beneath his pants. Fuck do I want to see where that goes. I scramble to grip the bottom of my shirt, lifting slightly as I twist my body to take it off, Benny's hand coming to help. My shirt joins his, Benny's fingers sliding around my back to take off my bra, tossing that on the table too. His eyes dip to my chest and they look hungry.

"Fuck, look at you, Lil."

Before I can reply, he leans back down, pressing his chest to mine as he kisses me again, his warm skin so soft against mine. He feels so good, comforting, grounding, I can hardly believe I'm here. He kisses a path down my neck, pausing to suck one of my nipples in his mouth. I whimper, my back arching off the couch towards him, my fingers automatically coming up to tangle in his golden hair.

"How do you want it?"

"Wh-what?" Is all I can manage as he starts to lick at my same nipple.

"Do you have any favorite positions? Any you hate?"

"I don't know."

He chucks into my skin. "Should I give you a moment to think?"

I shake my head. "I really don't know. I've never done this before."

Benny drops my boob with a plop, pushing himself up so fast it makes my head spin. "What do you mean you haven't done this before?"

I know I'm blushing under his gaze. "I mean… I haven't.. I just… I've never…" I gesture between us.

"Be clear."

"I'm a virgin, ok?" I'm not that embarrassed, but everyone I know has had sex long before me. I just never felt the desire to. Probably because none of them was the man above me, who is now trying to untangle my legs from behind him.

"I didn't know you were… didn't you have boyfriends?"

"Yeah but I've never done anything past boobs."

"Shit, Lil. I can't do this to you. I-"

"Do this to me?"

"Yeah, take your…" He gestures between my legs, still trying to wiggle his way out from between them.

"I want you, though, Benny."

"I can't. Not when you haven't…you should do it with someone your age. You should've done it with a boyfriend-"

I let out a frustrated huff. "But none of them were you, Ben!"

He stops moving, his eyes studying my face. "What?"

Too late to not say anything now. "I.. ok, I've liked you for a really long time. Like, really liked you. I tried dating people my age but they all suck. None of them were you. I guess I've been waiting, hoping you'd feel the same. But I won't force-"

"You waited for me?"

I nod, suddenly unable to look at him, my cheeks on fire. "I hoped one day I'd have the courage to tell you how I felt. Or something. I knew it was a long shot. I mean, look at me. I'm… me."

His eyes soften, looking down my body and back up to my eyes. "You say that like it's a bad thing. You're fucking gorgeous, Lil. And..I'd be lying if I said I never thought about us. But me? Why would you want anything to do with me?"

I muster up the courage to look him in the eyes. "Because you make me feel seen. Like I matter. That I'm not just some piece of ass."

"I've been through some major shit, Lil."

I reach up, my hand caressing his cheek, fingers scratching at the stubble. "I want that too. I want all of you, Benny. I want you."

His lips press to mine again, urgent, desperate, his large hand pressed on the side of my neck, the other bracing him. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, pulling back enough to make sure I'm looking at him.

"Are you sure, Lil? This isn't a small thing, even if you weren't a virgin."

"I am so unbelievably sure, Benny. Please just, show me. Make me feel good."

He smiles at me, his eyes darkening with a glint. “I’m about to ruin you for other men, sweetheart. But not here."

My brows furrow together. "What?"

He taps my thigh to get me to unlock my legs. I do and he stands, stretching briefly before he extends a hand to me, helping me up off the couch. He tips my head up, hooking my chin with his finger, pressing his lips to mine, his other hand coming up to lightly pinch my nipple. I gasp at the sensation, arching slightly into his palm. Then he stands straight, holding his hand out to me, giving me one last chance to stop things. I lace my fingers with his, my hand feeling small in his large one and he smiles, walking me down the hallway to his bedroom.

Once inside, he pushes some things out of the way, and sits on the edge of the bed. He beckons me over and I stand between his outstretched legs. He pulls one of my boobs in his mouth and I moan, heat and wet pooling between my thighs as he kisses his way down to my skirt line. He pauses, eyes turned up to mine, as his hand gently glides up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind it. Once he reaches my panties, he stops, barely brushing a finger over my clothed clit and I jolt, pleasure momentarily shooting out from where he touched me.

"You're so fucking wet," he says with awe.

"Is..is that a good thing?"

He touches me again, grinning when I gasp out loud. "Such a good thing."

He pulls his hand from under my skirt, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down slowly, kissing the skin that appears as my skirt and panties slide down my legs. I kick them off, foot shoving them somewhere behind me as I stand there, completely bare in front of him. I'm nervous, hands automatically coming up to cover me, but he grips my wrists, holding them apart as his eyes slowly move over my body.

"So fucking beautiful, Lil."

He switches places with me and tells me to lay back, scooting up the bed. He kicks off his pants but leaves his boxers on, which do nothing to hide the tent in his pants. My eyes grow wide. Are all men that large? He crawls over my body, slotting himself between my legs, kissing me deeply for several minutes. My legs wrap around him, feeling him hot and heavy against me. But then he's kissing a path down my body, scooting lower and lower until he's level with my pussy, pushing my legs apart further and putting his broad shoulders between them to hold them apart.

"Fuck, you have a pretty little pussy. Can't believe no one has touched you here."

I don't respond, my head swimming with a whirl of emotions, mostly nerves and how bad I want him to touch me, push himself inside of me. I want-

"Oh!" A cry erupts from me, my thighs clamping around the side of Benny's head as his tongue makes contact with me, licking a line up me before he taps at my clit. "Oh, God, Benny!" My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on him and holding him in place as he laps at me, gliding his nose up my seam before I feel him press a finger to my entrance, rubbing small circles there. I can hear how wet I am, my other hand flying out to grip the sheets as he pushes his finger in slowly.

"Fuck you are so tight, Lil."

He slowly moves his finger in and out of me, my body warming quickly before he adds a second finger, this time tapping around inside of me. He hits some spot and I yell, thighs banging against his head again.

"There it is," he smirks, his fingers rubbing and tapping at that spot as his mouth returns to my pussy, licking and sucking. I feel tingles, all over my body, racing towards where he's touching me and then I explode, my head pushing into the bed, thighs tensing as I pulse around him, whining and moaning as I come. Benny guides me through it, making sure I feel every ounce of pleasure I possibly can.

And then he does it two more times.

My entire body is warm and loose, my brain swimming with the pleasure of it all as Benny removes his mouth from me, wiping his face on the back of his hand, grinning ear to ear as he hovers over me, tasting of me as he presses his lips to mine.

"You feelin' good, sweetheart?"

"Mmhmm."

Benny chuckles. "Do you want me to stop?"

My eyes fly open as I find his. "No. Please I need you inside of me."

He nods. "I think you're ready for me. But stop me if it hurts or you want me to stop, ok?"

"Ok."

He scoots back off the bed, standing and pulling his boxers off. He springs up and holy shit is that supposed to go in me? He settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, sliding himself through my soaked folds and I whimper at his touch. He's heavy at my entrance, his eyes on my face as he slowly pushes in.

"Oh!" Is about all I can say. It burns for sure, and is uncomfortable, but not painful. And as he pushes further in, I feel him rub up against that spot he made sensitive with his fingers moments before. My fingers dig into his biceps, his muscles strong beneath my nails as he slowly slides back out.

“Are you ok?” He asks, his eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“I will be once you’re back inside of me.”

“Fuck you’re gonna kill me.”

He pushes back into me, still slowly but a little faster this time. When he can go no further, he waits, holding his hips still to give me a moment. I feel so full of him, my head swimming with his scent while I relax and stretch around him. He must feel the tension leaving me, as he pulls back out and pushes back in, more quickly. After about 5 more of these, he pushes in rather quick and I yelp as he hits a spot at the back of me.

“Fuck! Do that again!”

He smiles, one side of his mouth pulling up as he complies, thrusting into me harder and chuckling when he hears the breathy sounds coming from me. He keeps going, making sure to angle himself to thrust into that spot every time, eventually speeding up more, rutting into me as I come unglued beneath him, writhing and moving my hips to meet his, my vision going hazy at the edges as my body tingles and I come, nails digging into him as I chant his name over and over. Benny grunts and pulls out, spilling himself across my lower stomach, little breathy grunts coming from him as he comes.

He takes a second when he’s done before getting up and grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom. He cleans me up and returns with another cloth, wiping my overstimulated cunt, and chuckling when my legs twitch. He tosses the rag in his hamper and crawls on the bed next to me, pulling the sheet over us. Benny props himself up on his elbow, his finger tracing lines down my chest before using a finger to turn my head to him.

“How are you feeling, Lil?”

I sigh, feeling the corners of my mouth pull into a soft smile. “Honestly? I’ve never felt better.”

He presses his lips lightly to mine. “The best you’ve ever felt, huh?”

I nod, turning on my side to face him. “You were right though. You’ve ruined other men for me. Good thing I only want one man.”

—----

A yell rips me from sleep and I sit up quick, my head rushing slightly as I look around the unfamiliar room, blinking a few times before remembering I was still at Benny’s. In his bed. A whimper echoes in the dark space and I look down, seeing Benny tangled in his sheets, curled up and sweating, eyes jammed shut and his mouth muttering words I can’t catch all of. I may have never seen it on Benny, but I am familiar with the nightmares. My dad has them all the time, one of the many reasons why I’m studying to be a psychiatrist and intend to reform the VA mental health unit.

I gently place my hand on his bare shoulder, his skin warm and sweaty under my palm. “Benny, it’s ok. You’re here. I’m here.”

He whimpers once more before his eyes pop open, wet with unshed tears and he gasps, hand reaching out for something I can’t see. He blinks and turns his head, seeing my hand on his shoulder and he follows it up to my face.

“Lily?”

I smile. “Hey, Ben. Are you with me?”

“I…” he pulls his shoulder from me and sits up, pulling the blankets around his waist. “I’m sorry.” He’s wiping at his face, trying to push the tears away. “Just lock the door on your way out.”

“What?”

“When you leave, just take the key and lock the door. Slide it under the mat.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand? You’re kicking me out?”

“You want to leave, right?”

“No? Why would I?”

“Because I’m fucked up! I told you, Lil. I have so much shit with me. No one wants this.”

“Ben. Look at me.”

He shakes his head. "I can't. Just.. lock the door on your way out."

"Ben-"

"I can't. I can't see that look on your face too, I just can't, Lily."

"Ben, please look at me."

He sighs and turns his head, a hard expression on his face and I see it, all the hurt he’s had to endure from the women before me leaving him once his guard slipped. And I want to fight them all. I take his hand, lacing my fingers through his and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.

“Benjamin Miller, unless you kick me out, I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes water a little and he shakes his head to stop them. “But, the nightmares-”

“You think this is the first time I’ve seen a nightmare? Do you not remember who my dad is?”

“Fish gets nightmares too?”

I nod. “All the fucking time, Ben. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve talked him down. Why do you think I’m going into psych?”

“You’re…you’re really not wanting to leave?”

“No. I’d really rather stay here with you, make sure you’re ok, wake up next to you. As long as you’ll have me?”

He squeezes my hand and presses his forehead to mine. “I’d love that.”

I lay back and beckon him to me, placing his head on my chest as he cuddles into my side. He sucks one of my boobs in his mouth, claiming it’s his comfort toy. But soon after he’s sound asleep, his face peaceful and he doesn’t wake the rest of the night.

He brings me home the next day and I wave to him from the front steps as I walk through the front door.

“She’s alive!”

“Ha-ha, dad. But I’m doing fine.”

“Was that Benny I saw dropping you off?”

“Oh. Yeah. He was at the bar last night.”

“And he brought you home this morning?”

I nod, kicking off my shoes. “Yeah. I was pretty drunk and my friends still wanted to party. His place was closest to the bar and I asked him to take me there. Didn’t think I could make it home.” I mimed throwing up, which is exactly what I wanted to do. I hate lying to him.

“You could’ve called me. I would’ve picked you up.”

“I know. But Benny was already there. No sense in waking you up.”

“You know I don’t sleep.”

“Which is why you’re always so fun to be around.”

He looks fake hurt, pressing his hand to his chest. “I am a damn delight….but I’ll have to thank Benny for taking such good care of you.”

I hide my smirk before replying. “Please do.”

—----

The next few months pass and we keep us a secret, going on dates in the next towns over, meeting up whenever we can. I feel bad for lying to my dad and not telling him, but it’s not the right time.

Benny is everything I thought he was and more. He makes me laugh, even cracking jokes as he’s pressed between my thighs. He makes me feel safe and I think I make him feel safer too. His nightmares, while still present, seem to happen less often, his body relaxing into mine as he sleeps deeply.

Then there’s the sex. Oh God the sex. I know I have nothing to compare it to, but the way my friends talk about it, it seems like it’s often a chore. They talk about faking orgasms or men that are only concerned about themselves. Not Benny. He says he loves the sounds I make as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of me, pressing his body against and into mine against every surface of his house and his jeep, anywhere we can get away with it.

About 6 months in, it’s our turn to host the monthly BBQ for all the boys. Will usually brings his wife and kids, Santi just himself, and Tom brings his family, so it’s a pretty big to do. I remember at BBQ’s in the past, sometimes Benny would show up with some girl and how jealous I was of her. And this time, I’m still jealous, because they got to be with him in the open. No passing touches or whispers, no hiding glances or anything. But I’m feeling bold, so I put on my favorite sundress, the one Benny had hitched up around my hips as he bent me over his kitchen table the last time we were together. And judging by the look on his face, he too has this same memory when he sees me in the dress.

Everyone is outside, the kids screaming and running around, everyone else chatting, keeping an eye on the kids as my dad starts grilling. I feel Benny’s eyes on me as I set a few bowls of chips on the table, bending over just a little more than normal to expose more of my cleavage to him. I glance up at him and wink, turning and heading back into the house. I hear him come in behind me a couple minutes later, his eyes on me standing in the doorway to the hall. He silently follows me upstairs to my room, closing the door behind us and locking it before taking 2 steps towards me, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. His hands fist in the sides of my dress, pulling it up higher on my hips.

“You think you’re so slick wearing this dress?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

I pull him down on me, parting my thighs to let him settle between them as my back settles into my bed. My fingers twist in his hair, his hand trailing up my bare thigh as I whimper in his ear.

“Wanna fuck in my bed. We haven’t done that yet.”

“Your dad’s outside.”

“So?”

“So what if he hears us?”

“I’ll deal with that then. Please fuck me Benny. I need you to fuck me.”

And so he does, pushing my panties aside and thrusting into me, one hand clamped over my mouth. I try to push him into me more, my hands gripping his ass, digging little marks into it when I come, legs spasming as Benny’s moans come right after, his hips rutting into mine as he fills me up.

“Let me get something to clean you up with.”

“Don’t. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Fuckin’ hell you’re gonna kill me.”

—----

My chest heaves as Benny rolls off me and lays on his side, trying to catch his own breath. He slides his hand across my body and gently squeezes one of my boobs, his thumb grazing over my nipple.

“You can’t possibly want to go again?” I ask, eyebrows raised.

“What? This is my emotional support tiddy.”

Laughter erupts from me and Benny joins in, his smile making me feel warm all over. This is nice, this is comfortable. Benny makes everything in my life good.

“You hungry? We did miss our dinner reservations.”

I chuckle. “Totally worth missing them.”

Benny props himself up on his elbow, his hand leaving my boob to start sliding down my bare stomach. “Oh I agre-”

GROWL!

My stomach has decided enough is enough and the sound it makes is loud in the quiet room. Benny laughs again, his head flying back with it before he brings his lips to my stomach, speaking to it.

“You hungry, girl? Should we get some food in ya?”

I ruffle his hair and he turns, his cheek resting on my stomach as his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few moments before he chuckles. “Your stomach is so loud.”

“Ok, fine. I’m hungry,” I smile.

He sits up, giving me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed. “I’ll go make us something. You can shower if you’d like. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” He leaves the room, sliding some pants on before he does. I make my way to his bathroom across the hall and take in my appearance, fixing my hair so it’s not too wild before sliding one of his shirts on. I make my way down the hall and stand in the entrance to the kitchen, watching Benny move about the kitchen, no shirt and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He tosses a kitchen towel over his shoulder as he flips a pancake, one of his specialties, humming to himself as he does. His hair is sticking up at all angles, looking like he’d just rolled around in bed for hours. Which I guess, technically, he did. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his back before resting my cheek against it.

“You want strawberries or chocolate chips in yours, Lil?”

“Do I have to pick?”

He pauses for a moment. “Shit, why did I never think to combine those?” He adds both cut up strawberries and chocolate chips to his mix, pouring out another round of batter on the griddle. “I may have to steal one.”

“I’ll fight you for it.”

He slides the pancake off the spatula and spins, gripping my wrists before I can move. “I’d like to see- are you in my shirt?”

“Mmhmm.”

He drops my wrists and slides his hands around my hips, feeling for something. “Are you..are you not wearing any underwear?”

“How else am I supposed to feel you dripping down my legs?” Benny groans, gripping my jaw and pulling me in for a heated kiss, but the sound of a key jiggling in his front door lock kills the mood. In one quick motion, Benny is shoving me back through the doorway and down the hall, motioning for me to hide. I step into his room and close the door almost all the way just as the front door opens.

“Hey, Ben.”

“Hey..Fish.”

The door closes and I feel the color drain from my face. My dad is here and almost walked in on us fucking in the kitchen.

“Hope it’s ok I used my key? Normally you complain about having to get up and open the door.”

“No, no that’s fine. What, uh, what are you doing here?”

“Lil is at her friend’s studying this weekend so I thought we could watch the fight?”

“The fight?”

There’s a slight pause. “The big fight? Between Samson and Jueng?”

“Oh right. The fight. Yeah, I think the neighbors in 2B are having some kind of party.”

“That explains why the parking lot is slammed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey listen, Frankie, I uh…I’m a little…” There’s a pause where Benny fumbles for words.

“Oh shit, I should’ve called, Ben. I just got bored and I remembered you said you were staying in this weekend. Thought we could hang.”

“No, no. It’s uh, it’s ok. Did..did you want some pancakes?”

“For dinner?”

“I already made some.”

“Sure, sounds good. Bathroom useable?”

“It’s clean, fucker.”

Dad’s chuckle gets closer and I step away from the crack in the bedroom door, like he could see me through it. When I hear the bathroom door close, I yank on some pants and grab my shoes, tiptoe running down the hall and meet Benny at the door.

“I’ll let you know when he leaves.”

I nod. “Sounds good. I still want pancakes.”

“Ok ok but you have to go now,” He’s practically pushing me out of the door, but just before it closes, he reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back and kissing me before letting me go, a smile as the door closes and I hear my dad’s voice coming back down the hall.

That was close.

—----

Several weeks later, I decided to grab some dinner on my way to Benny’s, neither of us feeling much like cooking. I wait at the counter of the diner, studying the pie menu while our burgers cook. It’s hard to pick out pie for Benny because he loves them all. Even Rhubarb. I decide on a slice of apple and a slice of buttermilk pie, placing the order with the waitress.

“No pecan?”

I jump, my head jerking to look at my dad, leaning against the counter, menu in hand and looking at me.

“Pecan?”

“You’re favorite?”

“Oh. Yeah I thought I’d try something new.”

He nods. “So, you weren’t going to tell your old man you were getting shitty food before coming home?”

“You’re here too.”

He laughs. “True.” His eyebrows furrow together as the waitress brings 2 large bags and reads off the order. I try to cut her off but she plows through, smiling at the end.

“Anything else, dear?”

“N-no. I’m good.” She walks off and I can feel my dad’s eyes on me.

“Hungry?”

“What?”

He nods towards the bags. “There’s enough food there for two. Especially with that last burger. Double cheese, double bacon, and extra pickles? That’s exactly what Benny orders so I know it’s entirely too much.”

I laugh nervously. “Uh yeah. That’s..that’s mine. Period.” He looks at me, understanding.

“And the other burger?”

“Uh surprise! I was going to bring food home.”

He smiles and I feel terrible. “We must have been thinking the same thing. Thanks, mija. Need some help?”

“Sure.”

He takes the burger bag and I take the other, walking me over to my car. He waits for me to get in and hands me the bag.

“See you at home!”

When he’s turned away and solidly heading to his truck, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Benny.

Me: No burgers tonight. Dad came in. Had to tell him I was buying for us.

Benny Baby: Oh shit! Did he know?

Me: He recognized your order but nothing past that. I’m sorry! Can I come tomorrow?

Benny Baby: Oh I plan on making you come many times

—----

It was a couple weeks before we could manage to see each other again and we wasted no time in making up for it. Benny pressed himself between my thighs over and over, pulling as many sounds from me as he could before I just couldn’t take anymore, completely over stimulated. Only then did we get dressed and head out to dinner across town, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we walked into my favorite Italian restaurant, laughing and sharing breadstick puns as we waited for our food. After force feeding ourselves some dessert, we walked back around the building, Benny pushing me against the side of his jeep, slotting his leg between my thighs as he pushes his tongue in my mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt. I can feel him getting harder against me and I wonder how unoccupied this parking lot is or if I even care.

“I thought that was you. You got a secret girlfriend?”

Benny freezes at his brother’s voice, pulling back slowly and looking into my eyes, fear and apologies swirling around in his baby blues. He tries his best to turn around without showing me, but the angle is weird and he can’t quite hide all of me, no matter how I try to angle myself.

“Wait…Lily?” Will says, completely shocked.

I sigh, stepping out from behind Benny. “It’s me.”

He’s not smiling, gripping the takeout bag he has in his hand a little tighter as he looks at Benny. “That’s Fish’s daughter, Ben.”

“I fuckin’ know, Will. Don’t you think I know?”

“You’re making out with Fish’s daughter. His daughter.”

“Yeah. And you’re not gonna tell him.”

“Why the fuck shouldn’t I? You shouldn’t be fucking around - shit, are you fucking around with her?”

I feel Benny’s body tense and I gently lace my fingers through his, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by Will.

“That’s Lily, Ben! You shouldn’t be…I gotta call Fish.”

Before he can move, I step in front of Benny and grip Will’s arm gently. He looks down at me, his grey blue eyes studying me as if he’s trying to see if I’ve been coerced.

“Please don’t, Will. I promise we will tell him. Eventually.”

“Tell him what, exactly?”

I glance back at Benny, giving him a small smile before looking back at Will. “We’re together. I am the secret girlfriend and the reason he hasn’t been around as much.”

Will looks from me to Benny and back. “He put you up to this?”

“Hey fuck you, man!”

I put my hand up, touching Benny’s chest. “No. If anything, I convinced him.”

“You’re Fish’s daughter, Lil.”

“I’m aware.”

“One of our best friend’s daughters.”

“That’s me.”

“I don’t know, I…”

“Will… please? I promise we will tell him. We’ve just…been enjoying each other and seeing where this takes us.”

He cocks his head slightly. “So it’s really not just sex?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He looks between us again, looking like he’s doing some mental math. “Alright but only for you, Lil. Benny knows better. But you have to promise you’re gonna tell him.”

I nod. “Yes, of course. Thank you, Will.” I give him a hug and he returns it with one arm, the other still holding a heavy bag of take out. His eyes never leave Benny’s and I watch as they grow hard.

“I love you, Ben. But if you hurt her, I’m not gonna hold back Fish.”

Benny nods. “That’s fair.”

—----

I love him. He tried telling me I’d grow out of him, but I didn’t. If anything I fell more in love with him as time went on. Benny let his final walls down, telling me how much he loves me, how I accept him, all of him, and how he thought he’d never find that. I don’t know how we made it 8 months without telling anyone or anyone figuring it out, aside from Will.

It wasn’t until my dad came home early, finding Benny and me making out on the couch that I remembered why we were keeping it a secret. Thank God he didn’t come home 2 minutes later.

“What the fuck is this?” He slams the door behind him, the walls rattling and Benny and I spring apart, Benny jumping up as my dad storms towards him. “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER, BEN!”

Benny has his hands out in a placating manner. “I know, but-”

“My daughter! She is not for you!”

“No, but-”

Anger rises up from my chest. “You have no say over who I get with!”

He looks at me, his dark eyes fuming. “I do when it’s my best friend and my daughter! You’re only 21, Lily!”

“So? I am not some thing you can pass around! My life is my own! I can date and fuck whomever I want!”

His eyes go wide, cheeks flushing with built up anger as he turns his rage towards Benny. “Wait…have you slept with her?”

“Wh-what?”

His voice raises, loud enough I know the neighbors are listening in. “Have you fucked my daughter, Ben?”

The color drains from Benny’s face. “Let’s talk about thi-”

BAM! My dad’s fist collides with Benny’s face, his head flying back. Luckily, Benny knows how to take a punch, thanks to his days as an MMA fighter. He straightens up, dodging the next swing from my dad, his hands still up trying to placate him.

“Dad!” I push past him and stand in front of Benny, turning his face towards me to inspect his lip, which is now bleeding, a dark circle starting to appear under his eye. I round on my dad.

“What the fuck dad?”

“Don’t dad me! You’ve been lying to me for months! Sleeping with Benny? He’s my best friend, Lily!”

“I know, but-”

“You just never stop to think about the consequences. What did you think was gonna happen? He’s 13 years older than you!”

“Yes, but-”

“He’s done some shit, but putting his hands on my daughter is the thing I’m gonna kill him for.”

“Ok, dad. Kitchen. Now. Benny? First aid kit in the bathroom.” I push on my dad’s chest, willing him to move. He glares over my shoulder at Benny as he moves into the kitchen, but doesn’t sit.

“What the fuck, Lily?”

“I know, but let me explain.”

“Benny?”

“I love him, dad.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, his other hand on his hip in his typical dad pose. “I know you think you love him mija, but it’s just infatuation. You’re young.”

“Do you remember a few years ago, you asked me why I had boyfriends but none of them seemed to stick? And I told you I didn’t like them or want any of them?”

He thinks for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What did I say after that?”

“I said maybe you haven’t found the right person and you said no it’s because…” I raise my eyebrows at him until he continues. “...because you were in love with someone else.”

“You told me to go for it and I said I couldn’t because there’s no way he likes me the same way and it would be complicated.”

His shoulders slump, a little bit of the anger seeping from him. “Benny?”

“Benny.”

“How do you know he feels the same way?”

“Didn’t you tell me a few months ago how good he looks? That he said he was seeing someone but wasn’t ready to bring her around everyone yet? But that he hasn’t looked this happy in the entire time you’ve known him?”

“Fuck. It was you?”

“Me. We love each other, dad. We have for years, but didn’t say it until my birthday.”

“Wait. You told me Benny let you stay over because you were drunk. Did he-”

“No. I barely drank. My friends ditched me and he saw me. We went for dinner and then back to his place where..confessions were made.”

“You lied to me?”

“You didn’t ask me if I slept with him, dad.”

“Dammit. I hate when you’re right.”

“Are…are we going to be ok?”

He pulls me to him in a bear hug, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll always love you, mija. But your boyfriend I may have to warm up to. God that feels weird to say.”

Benny pokes his head around the corner. “Is it safe?”

Dad turns his head to him, hugging me tighter. “I haven’t decided if I want to kill you yet.”

“Well while you’re deciding, can I just say how much I love her? She’s smart and funny, and she makes the world bright again. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“You’re damn right she is. So what if I told you I don’t want you dating her?”

“Dad-”

“Sshh. I’m asking him.”

“With all due respect, Fish. I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and date her anyway. I love you, you’re my best friend, but she’s the one for me and I won’t let anything come between us unless she wants it to.”

He lets me go and stomps up to Benny, who is a few inches taller than him. He glares up at him for a few moments before extending his hand out.

“Ok.”

“Ok?"

“Just do me a favor and don’t kiss in front of me?”

“Deal.”

“Speak for yourself, Ben. I plan on making out with you whenever I can.”

A year later we’re married, both of us eternally grateful for my friends ditching me on my birthday that night.

—----

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Peeping Benny

A/N: I just wanted to write a fic getting railed by the Miller brothers. This is the longest one shot I've ever written by far. I wanted to tell this mostly from Benny's POV but it is written in second person and changes a bit between Benny and reader.

Thanks to @leannawithacapitala and @spanishmossmagnolia for looking at this for me and also the discord crew for being so supportive and helping me out with this! Y'all are the best!

Also, while writing this, it reminded me of this masterpiece "Captain on the Team" by @writefightandflightclub. It is my ABSOLUTELY favorite way I've seen Will written as a dom ever yet. It's a long fic, but I promise you it is completely worth it.

Rating: E (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: ~5.8k

Pairing: Dommy!Will "Ironhead" Miller x Alpha Sub! F!reader x Subby!Benny Miller (NO incest)

Plot: Benny's secret gets revealed and puts him in a position he could never even dream of.

WARNINGS: D/s dynamics, dubcon-ish?, light exhibitionism, voyeurism, both unprotected and protected P in V sex, oral sex (both F and M receiving), face fucking, threesome, poly vibes, light choking, face slapping, masturbation, titty slapping, nipple twisting, praising, spitting in mouth, hair pulling, degradation/humiliation (name calling), aftercare

You and Will took advantage that you got a night to yourselves. Benny is working late so he won’t be home most of the night. The Miller brothers share a cozy two-bedroom apartment that their humble incomes can afford. They spend so much time together, they might as well live together. However, sexy times can be challenging when one lives with a roommate, especially if it’s their sibling.

You and Will try to be respectful and keep it as quiet as you can when Benny is around, but right now you two are having loud sex without any limitations. With you on top of Will, the shrieking squeaks of the springs and thumping against the wall are joined by your moans, slaps, whimpers and name calling.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you moan as you're riding Will.

A thin beam of light slices down one of Benny's blue eyes in the dark hallway as he carefully peers through the open slit between the ajar door and the frame, watching your tits bounce as you grind on Will. You throw your head back as you enjoy the feeling of Will punching up into you. Benny licks his lips as he focuses on your smooth stretched out neck, then wanders down to your breasts. They look like the softest pillows he wants to lay his head on. His own hand wanders down to the inside of his shorts and palms his semi-erection, massaging it while he watches you.

Benny has always had a thing for you since he met you, but he would never openly admit it. He thinks he’s so slick about hiding it, but it's an open secret. The guys poke fun at him for it from time to time but he denies it. Will had mentioned it to you before, but you already knew. He's so obvious. You've caught him looking at you one too many times. Benny is not a shy person, especially around women, but he is around you. Will jokes that Benny is like a whole different person around you. Benny usually loves to run his mouth and be the center of attention, but the moment you're around, it's like he suddenly has laryngitis.

There have been many nights he's fantasized about you while jerking off. It’s even better when you’re over trying to have quiet sex with Will. With the thin walls, it feels like he’s right there with you. Every single mewl and whimper that escapes you drives Benny wild and makes it easier for him to imagine he’s the one pleasuring you but today he doesn’t need to use much of his imagination when he can actually see you riding Will. Your back arches as you move your hips faster. Benny fists his painfully hard cock and matches his rhythm to yours. He tries to control his breathing through his nose to keep quiet.

Will's hands grip your hips, helping you move on him as you bear down. Suddenly, Will flips you over and folds you in half, pinning your legs back. You yelp as he starts drilling into you, feeling him poking at your g-spot. His thrusts nudge you closer to the edge of the bed until your head hangs from it. Benny can see your face again and his breath hitches seeing you in the throes of passion, wishing he was the Miller buried inside you instead.

"Jesus Christ, you're so fucking deep!" you bark out as you push your hands against his abs. It feels like he's punching your cervix. That will definitely leave a bruise tomorrow.

"Yeah? You like that, don't you, you slut?" Will pins your wrists on either side of your head and tries to push even deeper inside of you. Your back arches off the bed and you cry out.

Benny’s a bit ashamed to admit this, but the degradation turns him on. There are times where you and Will make sweet, gentle love to each other but most of the time, Will refers to you with all sorts of unsavory names in bed. He was very surprised considering how reserved Will is. Outside the bedroom, you and Will are very polite and seemingly normal. Also, Will would always be so protective and adoring to you to the point Benny wouldn’t even think Will could hurt a strand of hair on your head. However, what surprised Benny even more is how much he enjoyed it himself.

It was a bit jarring the first time Benny witnessed it as he’s not really someone who’s comfortable with using those words, especially not on you. He admires you and respects you too much. He practically puts you on a pedestal and would rather get topped by you, but seeing you this way, so freely and unabashedly expressing your sexuality by being Will’s “whore” makes his dick twitch.

You're all sprawled out with your legs perched on Will’s shoulders and you're getting closer and closer to another orgasm. You stopped counting after three, but Will always makes a mental note so next time he can try to beat his own personal best.

Benny paces himself to align his own release about the same time as yours. By now he recognizes the tell tale signs and sounds you make when you're approaching your peak. If you're on top, you brace yourself on Will's shoulders and rock yourself hard and fast until you come undone. If you're on your back, you arch yourself up as you fist the bedsheets and flex your toes forward. You always go silent for just a moment with your jaw wide open right before you find your voice again as your orgasm comes crashing down. It’s a literal crying out. He knows you’re having multiple orgasms when your wails sound like you're crying and laughing at the same time.

Benny continues to pump himself as he’s watching you, waiting for you to cum, but he's not sure if he can hold off much longer. Benny moves in closer and closer as you're nearing the end, yanking and breathing harder. Suddenly, both you and Will jerk apart and cover yourselves when you hear the door creak.

“Fuck!” Benny mutters under his breath.

You and Will look over to see Benny standing in the hallway with a foot in the door and his dick in his hand. The rim of his cap betrayed him when he leaned too far in and pushed the door open even further and blew his cover. He usually wears his cap backwards but of all times, he chose the worst time to wear it forward. You and Will must have not heard Benny coming in through the front door. Not surprising, considering how vocal you both have been.

Benny is frozen in place with his shorts and boxers pulled down and his hard cock standing proud above his waistband. Embarrassed, he scrambles to pull his bottoms up. He avoids eye contact and tries to think of an excuse.

“I uh… “ Benny rubs the back of his neck while using his other hand to cover the front of his shorts.

“Hiiiiii, Benny boy,” you smirk and throw a small wave at him while still hanging upside down. "You could have just knocked.“

“Um, I'm-I’m sorry…” Benny swallows hard and glances over at you for a second but shifts his eyes away. His face is getting redder by the second.

You turn over and lay on your belly to get a better look at him.

“We would have let you watch if you just asked. You want me to suck your dick?” You ask with your chin propped up on your fists, dick drunk and unfazed by his sudden presence.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a minute--“ Will jumps.

“Oh! I’m sorry." You crane your head to face Will. "Can I suck Benny’s dick? Pretty please?” you ask with wide eyes and a lazy pout.

Will's eyes dart between yours and Benny until he finally nods.

“Alright, but only if he wants it too.”

You turn to face Benny again with a look of excitement, like a kid in a candy store and today you want to try a new lollipop flavor. Benny’s eyes go wide as he looks back at you, still rendered speechless. His mouth opens and closes like a guppy. He glances over at Will then back over to you again.

“It’s okay,” Will tells his brother. “She can suck your dick if you want her to. She’s really good at it.” He gently pets your hair before grabbing a handful and yanking it back, looking down at you.

“Isn’t that right, you slut?” Will leans down and growls into your ear.

You bite your lower lip and hum.

“Yes I am,” you agree and Will releases your hair.

“Come here, Benny boy.” You curl a finger up to signal him. “Don’t be shy.”

Benny is still unmoved as he’s trying to process what is happening right now.

“Maybe he just wants to watch,” Will leans down and starts kissing your neck and shoulders before pulling your hips back so you’re on your knees with your back arching down. Will then slips himself back inside you. You moan and make eye contact with Benny as Will pounds into you.

Benny just stares at you as you’re blissfully getting fucked. You can see his breathing getting heavy and his hand twitching over his crotch.

“Mm, Benny boy. You want some of this, don’t you?” You moan while feeling Will hitting you in all the right places. “You wanna fuck me the way your brother is? We know you like to watch and listen to us fucking.”

“Maybe I’ll let you fuck her tight pussy too,” Will grunts to Benny as he pumps away.

“Really?” you look back at Will. "Can he, please?"

“Now, now. Don’t be so greedy.” Will lands a smack on your ass.

Benny just continues to watch, still lost for words. After a few moments, Will pauses the thrusting.

"Okay, this is clearly making him uncomfortable." Will pulls out of you and sits back, covering himself.

Benny wasn’t fazed or weirded by seeing his brother naked. That didn't bother him. Growing up with Will, they used to do the stupid pranks like pantsing each other. While in the service and working missions together, they've both seen each other and other fellow soldiers naked plenty of times, especially when showering. He's even seen his brother tenting while he's asleep. It happens to most guys.

"Do you just want to watch us while you jerk off?" you ask Benny.

"Uh..." Benny starts. “Wait, what?”

"Hey, if you're not into this, it's fine. Sorry for putting you in this position, but I'd like to finish fucking my girlfriend. So if you don't mind, close the door behind you on the way out," Will tells Benny.

"Will!" You turn around to face him again.

"What? This is awkward," he replies. “My dick’s getting soft.”

You turn facing forwards again to Benny, suddenly serious. "Do you wanna stay? There's no pressure."

Benny thinks about it for a moment and then nods oh so subtly.

"Use your words," you encourage him as you slowly slip out of bed.

"I don't think--" Will cuts in.

"Y-yes," Benny mumbles, interrupting Will. "I... I wanna stay."

Will's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, surprised at Benny's answer. The corners of your lips curl up. You walk up to Benny and he glances down at your chest.

“You wanna touch them?” You ask him.

His eyes shoot back up to yours and he swallows.

"Yes." Benny licks his lips. " C-can I?"

“Of course you can,” you encourage him. "You've been such a good boy so far," you praise him.

Benny looks over at Will and then back at you.

“Go ahead,” Will jerks his chin, pointing to you. "Honestly, you aren't the first nor would you be the last person to touch her other than myself."

Swingers maybe? Another thing Benny didn't anticipate is his brother sharing you with others. Does it mean he also has other partners? Do you share him too? Has he shared you with the other guys? He has so many questions, but not sure if he’s ready for the answers.

Benny and Will have shared a lot since they were kids. They’ve shared parents, toys, clothes, bedrooms, moments, experiences and secrets, but one thing he never once saw coming was sharing a partner. He would never even dream of it. With all the partners that he knows Will has had though, he’s so glad it’s you that he’s being generous with. Benny doesn't know if he's more embarrassed that he got caught or that you knew all this time.

Benny's thoughts get interrupted when he feels your hands grasping his, pulling them away from his now semi-limp cock. You bring his hands up to your breasts and place them over you, squeezing them a little. He groans and in your peripheral vision, you see his cock twitching in his shorts. You glance down and then back up at him.

"Can I touch your cock?" you ask Benny.

Benny has turned into a guppy again, nodding slightly.

"I need verbal confirmation," you remind him.

"Ye-yes, please," Benny clears his throat.

You remove your hands from his and reach down, hook your fingers onto the waistband of his shorts and drag him into the bedroom. Benny follows you and when you reach the front of the bed, you slip your hand inside his boxers, running your fingers through his tiny hairs and then start stroking Benny. He sighs and his hips jerk. He quickly becomes hard in your hand as you gently pump your fist up and down his shaft. Benny feels just as wide as Will.

"Does that feel good, Benny boy?" you ask.

Benny can only nod. His tongue betrays him again, feeling your soft hand jerking him. You pull his boxers and shorts down with the other hand and then spit into it to start stroking him with both hands. You start lowering yourself and kneel in front of him, keeping eye contact as you do. You lick the bottom of his shaft to the pink tip.

Meanwhile, Will starts stroking himself while watching his little lamb let her inner wolf out. He sometimes lets you hold the leash when another person is participating. Benny hisses when you tease the head of his cock with the tip of your tongue, running around the rim of it. You slip your mouth over him and get in as much as you can.

“Holy shit,” Benny groans, looking down at your beautiful face full of his cock. He’d love nothing more than to just grab the back of your head and shove himself down your throat but he doesn’t feel like he’s earned the privilege yet.

Your fingertips tickle his balls, gently caressing the sensitive sac. Benny grunts and leans down, bracing himself on your shoulders, almost falling over. You can feel him shaking as you deep throat him. His pants are getting louder and more frequent.

“Oh, fuck,” Benny closes his eyes and throws his head back.

You stroke him and suck him harder and faster but then without warning, you stop, pulling him out of your mouth with a pop. Benny’s eyes burst open and he finds you back on your feet. You turn around to walk back to the bed and then sit on the edge of it with your legs propped open.

“Now it’s your turn,” you smile at him.

Benny takes in a sharp breath seeing you spread out for him. He swallows and looks over at Will, as if asking for his approval.

“You heard her,” Will says, then leans in to kiss your neck.

Benny starts pulling his bottoms back up, but stops midway when you stop him.

“Take all your clothes off,” you command him.

Benny toes off his sneakers and then pulls down his shorts and boxers, kicking them aside. He then reaches back to grab the top of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head, taking his cap along with him. He adds them to the pile next to his feet, and then starts to walk over to you.

“Get on your knees.”

Benny abides and kneels before you in front of the bed, like a worshiper idolizing their god - or in this case, goddess. He wraps a hand around one of your ankles and places butterfly kisses up your legs, pushing them apart to get to your puffy pussy, ready to eat you out, but you place a foot on his shoulder and you push him back down. He looks back at you, waiting.

“Stay…” you tell him.

“Baby, he’s not a dog,” Will chuckles. He finds it adorable when you think you're in charge.

Honestly though, Benny would gladly be your lap dog any day. He’s already quiet and well-behaved around you. He will sit and stay at your command if that’s what you want.

“I know,” you tilt your head to the side, amused by how still and obedient Benny is being. His blue puppy eyes really add to the imagery.

Without warning, you hook your feet around the back of Benny’s neck and pull his face inches away in front of your hot core. He glances up, waiting for permission.

“You hungry, Benny boy?”

Benny nods. “I’m starving.”

“Bon appetit!”

Benny gently runs the flat of his tongue against your pussy, looking up to watch your reaction as he tests the waters. You taste a little salty, a little musky, a little sweet, a little tangy. Your juices are probably mixed in with Will’s but he pushes that thought out of his mind because right now the only thing he cares about is pleasuring you.

Benny puts his whole mouth over you when you react positively to his tongue. Your legs twitch when you feel him latching on to your clit. You lean back against Will who is kissing and sucking on your face, neck and shoulders, leaving some red and purple marks on the way.

As Benny is devouring you, he slips a finger inside your drenched opening. You grind against his face and he slides another finger in, moving in and out of you as he continues to pull on your swollen bud between his lips. His fingertips curl up, looking for that spongy spot and he knows he’s got it when he feels you clench down around his long thick fingers. He rubs his fingertips over and over on that spot, sucking even harder on your clit. He wants to coax an orgasm out of you.

You throw your head back on to Will’s shoulder, feeling the coil in your gut tightening. Will grabs your face, turns it towards him and smashes his lips against yours. While you’re making out with Will, Benny is licking and sucking on your other set of lips, taking notice of every sound and movement you make, pushing you closer toward his goal.

You pull away from Will and look down at Benny lapping up every inch of you. Your thighs suddenly clamp around Benny’s head and your toes curl. He knows he’s almost there, so he works his fingers and mouth quicker and more vigorously, up until the point Will interrupts him.

“Stop.”

Confused, Benny looks up and pauses his movements, causing you to whimper. He suddenly feels dejected. Was he not doing something right? He looks up at you, searching for an answer.

“You did so good,” you praise him.

“Then why’d you stop me?” Benny asks, wiping his mouth.

“Because I said so,” Will tells him.

Benny pulls back a bit and sits back on his heels.

“I-Is there something wrong? Did I do something I wasn’t supposed to?” Benny looks at the both of you.

Since he was a kid, Benny has always looked up to Will and has always wanted to be as great as he sees him. He’s constantly seeked approval from his older brother, whether he realizes it or not. As strange and unconventional this situation may be, this is no exception. He wants to be as good of a lover to you as Will is.

“Don’t want the power to go to her little head. Isn’t that right, baby?” Will brushes his lips against your temple and you hum, leaning into him.

“Only I get to decide when she can cum.” Will grips your face and smashes his lips against your cheek.

“You want Benny to fuck you?” He whispers against your ear. You nod. Will lightly smacks your face and Benny flinches.

“Tell me.”

“I want Benny to fuck me,” you tell him.

“You fuckin’ slut,” Will smacks your face again. You hum and flash a lazy smile at him.

Hearing you being treated this way is one thing, but actually witnessing it with his own eyes so up close at just how blissed out you are, Benny is mentally storing this in his spank bank. You being in this euphoric subspace is just as hot as when you pulled on his leash, so to speak. Hell, you’re just hot all around. Even in your current messy state, you are still a goddess to him.

Will then looks over at his brother.

“You want in on this pussy?”

Benny just looks up at the both of you, still kneeling before you. As Benny licks his lips and runs a hand through his dirty blonde hair, Will reaches behind him for something. He turns back forward and tosses it to Benny. Benny catches it and sees that it’s a wrapped condom. He raises a brow.

“Safety first,” Will says.

That’s something Benny has heard from Will more times than he can count, especially on missions and his pre-fight pep talks.

“You can have her for a little bit,” Will shrugs.

“C’mere, Benny boy,” you slur, glancing over at him with hooded eyes.

Benny quickly tears the condom open and rolls it down his cock. He gets to his feet and steps up to the edge of the bed. Will backs up and lays you down, leaving your head in his lap. Benny leans over you and slowly slides into you, testing how well your pussy would take him.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” Benny groans.

Your hips buck feeling your walls stretching. Benny grabs each side of your hips and starts thrusting away, gently at first and going deeper each time.

“Keep it real slow and steady,” Will tells Benny.

Benny keeps up with the pacing, watching your body and face twist and turn at the sensations he’s bringing upon on your pussy.

“You’re doing so well, baby.” Will praises, almost in a whisper, while lightly caressing your cheek with the back of his knuckles. You whimper at the slow torture.

“I know, I know.” Will reaches a hand down one of your breasts and gently kneads it. You moan as you feel him pinching your nipple between his calloused fingers.

“I promise I’ll take good care of you.” He leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead.

There is an astonishing tenderness to Will’s touch and words while praising you, coaching you. Quite the complete opposite of what he was just doing to you merely minutes before. Benny almost feels like he’s intruding in a very private and intimate moment between the two of you, feeling more like an observer than a participant despite being balls deep inside you.

Benny then watches Will’s hand go high up in the air and quickly falls right back down, landing hard on your tit. He feels like he spoke too soon. You yelp out and clench around Benny. He grunts and his hips stutter.

“Keep it steady,” Will reminds him.

Will slaps your other nipple and you arch up. Benny winces. He’s used to getting beat up and watching other guys get their ass kicked as well, but this is different. Will pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists it before pulling up. You squeal and arch your back again, feeling the pain go straight below to where Benny is currently stimulating.

Benny wants to look away at the pain getting inflicted on you but seeing you squirming in ecstasy is the payoff. You rock your hips against Benny’s, needing more and Benny gives it to you. He wants to be the one to make you feel that good as well. His thumbs lightly caress your hips as he’s holding on to them, soothing you. He punches his hips harder and faster. He can feel you getting wetter for him. You move with Benny as Will continues to play with your nipples.

“Ooh, Benny boy, you feel so good,” you coo while eyeing him. “I’m so close,” you whine.

That encourages Benny to up his pacing, until yet again he’s stopped by Will.

“Not close enough,” Will smirks. “She’s had enough of that. It’s my turn.”

Benny makes eye contact with Will, again making sure his performance was on par.

“You did well. I mean, look at her,” Will shrugs. Benny does and you are still grinding against him, wanting your release.

You whimper when you feel Benny pull out of you, leaving you feeling robbed and empty. Will then spins you on your back 90 degrees to pull you towards him. He climbs over you and cradles your face, looking straight into your glassy eyes.

“How you doing, baby? You wanna keep going?” Will asks, intently watching your reaction.

“Mm hm.” A wide smile spreads across your face as you look up at him and nod.

“My sweet girl.” Will leans down and places tiny kisses all over your breasts and softly kneads them, taking his time to soothe the parts he pinched and slapped before bringing his face back up to yours to kiss you. As he pulls away, you try to sit up and follow him, wanting to continue to make out with him, but you feel his hand on your throat, shoving you back down against the bed. He puts gentle pressure on the sides of your neck and pushes your legs open with his knees, then slides his cock into you.

You moan, feeling Will filling you up to the hilt.

“Hold your legs back,” Will commands you.

You do as you’re told, hooking your arms around the back of your knees and pulling them back as far as you can. Will pushes in deeper, your pussy accommodating his length. You feel pressure on your cervix and you shriek, feeling Will trying to fit more of himself inside you. He puts his weight down on you, pushing your legs back even further. Will’s never gotten all of him inside you before but he sure as hell tries to bury himself in there every time.

Will pulls back and slams his hips into you, going in as deep as you would take him, his hip bones digging into your inner thighs. You’re pretty sure you feel him in your gut. You cry out as Will again, moves back and punches back into you, driving himself right into your g-spot. You’re seeing stars with each impact.

"You wanna be my good girl? My pretty little whore?" Will asks, gripping your face as he fucks you. You nod and Will brings his fingers over your mouth and slips them inside it, hooking them to your bottom teeth and pulling your mouth down to unhinge your jaw. He hovers above you and spits into your mouth.

"Go suck Benny's dick." Will smacks your face and nudges you back with his hips until your head hangs off the bed.

Will looks over at Benny and he nods his head, signally Benny to where your head is hanging. As Benny walks over, you let go of your legs, letting them sit on Will’s arms and shoulder. He still has you folded in half pinned down while he smashes into you. You reach up to grasp Benny's hips, pulling him in closer to you. You softly nip at his balls before sliding your mouth over his cock. Benny shudders. As Will continues to pound into you with your legs spread wide, he runs his palm over your stretched out neck.

"Fuck her," Will tells Benny.

It throws Benny off, but he looks at Will for confirmation, to make sure he heard right.

"Go ahead. Fuck her face. She loves it. Isn't that right, sweetheart?" Will's thumb lightly teases the front of your throat.

"Mm hm," you moan with a mouth still full of cock.

You pull him out and lift him to dip his balls into your mouth. Benny's breath hitches and he drops forward, bracing himself on the bed with his hands on each side of your shoulders. You carefully lick and suck on his balls.

"Oh, baby, you fucking whore. I can feel you clenching," Will grunts.

Benny looks down at you, at your pretty mouth and lightly brushes his thumb across your chin. He starts slowly thrusting into you. Short gentle strokes. You reach behind Benny to grab his bare ass and pull him closer to you. You try to deep throat him and Benny hisses. You feel Will’s thumb graze the front of your throat again.

“Good girl,” you hear Will praising you as he slows down his hips for a moment.

Benny reaches for the back of your head and starts fucking your mouth.

“Mind her neck,” Will throws out as he supervises Benny manhandling you.

“Safety first,” Benny nods.

Benny cradles the back of your head and carefully pushes into your wet, warm mouth. Your tongue swirls around him and grunts. You stick your tongue out and open wider for him. He plunges his cock in and out of your mouth. You can feel him hit the back of your throat as Will is punching your g-spot again.

Will adjusts his position sitting up on his knees and plants his hands right under the back of your bent knees and pushes down on them. He then drives into you as hard and fast as his body would allow. He knows you’re very close.

“Shit,” Benny grunts. Even with the condom on, he can still feel how soft your mouth is. Will ramming into you is making your body including your head jerk towards Benny. He adjusts his rhythm, concentrating on his own release.

“Baby, I know you’re there. Cum all over my cock, sweetheart. I know it’s a big one,” Will says, reaching down where the two of you meet to run his thumb over your swollen bud while still zeroing in on that tender spot inside you.

You hum against Benny, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. Both Benny and Will’s shallow breathing, your slurping and skin on skin slapping echoes around the room. All of a sudden, Benny feels you going still and quiet around his cock for a moment and then your loud muffled moans and whimpers reach the corners of the room. Your feet flex forward and lift your hips up off the bed, using Will’s shoulders as leverage. You feel your walls contracting and clamping down hard on Will’s dick. Your cries multiply and increase as another orgasm rolls through before the previous one can end. You are in ecstasy as they hit you in waves.

“There you go. I told you I’d take care of you, baby,” Will continues to roll his hips against you, pulling as many orgasms as he can out of you.

“Oh, god!” Benny’s movements stutter. He closes his eyes and braces himself on the edge of the bed as he succumbs to his release.

Will finally chases after his own and groans as he paints your insides white. You ride out your last orgasm as Will slows down.

Benny removes his sheathed semi-limp cock out of you and pulls off the spent condom.

“Hey, baby,” Will coos as he cradles your neck and the back of your head. He lifts your head up so he can see your face. Your eyes are closed as you’re catching your breath.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.” Will gently massages one side of your jaw with his thumb.

You open your eyes wide enough to be able to see Will hovering above yours and manage to make a garbled sound that sounds like a positive confirmation.

“Yeah, you’re good?” Will chuckles.

“Uh-huh.” You mumble as you look back at Will. “That was so fun!”

“Yeah? You had a fun time, sweetheart?” Will’s thumb caresses your burning cheek. You happily nod and then Will leans down to plant a tender kiss on your forehead.

“You’re so precious.” Will leans in and presses his lips against yours for a moment. “You did so good, baby.”

Benny’s back to feeling like the third wheel. Will pulls out of you and his seed seeps out of you.

“Oh, look. You made a mess. Let’s go clean you up.” Will scoots out of bed.

“Y-you want me to help?” Benny jumps in, standing there naked with the exception of his hands over his crotch, suddenly feeling as vulnerable as he did when he accidentally revealed his secret.

“Nah, I got this. It’s kinda our thing,” Will replies.

“Oh, okay. Uh, so… “ Benny brings a hand to the back of his neck and rubs it.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Will asks.

“No,” Benny shakes his head.

“Listen, don’t think too much about it. Sleep on it and think about it tomorrow when you have a clearer head,” Will says. “Did you have a good time?”

Benny nods.

“Good. I did too,” Will nods. “And she most certainly had the best time.” He looks over at you, completely spent, your limp body sprawled out on bed.

“Next time, just knock,” Will smirks.

“Next time?” Benny’s eyes practically pop out from his head.

“Sleep on it,” Will laughs.

You make an indiscernible sound and they both look over at you.

“I gotta go take care of her now. She’s gone through a lot tonight.” Will nods his head towards you.

“Okay,” Benny nods. “Have a good night.”

“Good night, bro,” Will nods back.

Benny goes to gather his clothes and heads back to his bedroom.

You groan, stretching out your muscles. Will turns his attention back to you.

“Hey, baby.” Will peppers kisses all over your face. “Come on. Let’s get you all cleaned up and we can cuddle, okay?”

You nod.

“I love you.” Will gives you the tenderest kiss and then scoops you up in his arms to bring you to the bathroom to draw you a bath.

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