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KINKTOBER 2023 / Day Twenty Five

( Benny Miller x F!Reader )

LEATHER/RUBBER/LATEX / DADDY/MUMMY DOM / GUNS/KNIVES

Summary: Benny is sent a request on Only Fans but he needs a second opinion before he says yes.

Day Twenty Five of @absurdthirst's Kinktober

Rating: Mature 18+

Warnings: Language, sex on camera, role play, suggested non-consensual sex but it is consensual, gloves, degrading terminology, fake knife play, fingering, breeding if you squint, P in V, unprotected sex, cream pie, no use of Y/N

Word Count: 3.1k

Benny had something on his mind.

He’d taken you out for another lunch at the athlete’s kitchen and you order the Benny Bagel to finally try. He was on his usual form except in some of the quiet moments, rather than filling the silence with his voice, he let the atmosphere settle.

“You ok, babe?”

He blinked as you dragged him away from his thought.

“Yeah,” he smiles before his brows knot, “why d’you ask?”

You shrug, “You just seem a little distracted.”

“That obvious, huh?”

“Well, you didn’t fill that previous silence with either conversation or touching and that’s kinda weird.”

“Sorry, Bunny,” he squeezes the arm he has wrapped around you, kissing your head.

Putting down your drink, you sit closer to him even though you were practically on his lap. Your palm runs over his thigh and you smile, coaxing him to talk.

“I got a request from someone.”

“It’s not like you to mull something like that over.”

“It’s not totally undoable,” he scoffs. “Actually, I quite like the idea of it but it’s specific… and requires you.”

Part of you wondered when he’d ask you again, the thought of another filmed session was exciting. He said that your debut made a good impression, he has had a few people ask if you were coming back but he wanted something interesting.

This peaked his interest.

“Can I take the look?”

He plucked his phone from his pocket, “Sure.”

After clicking on the message, he handed it over and your expression scrunched as you read through the words. You bite your lip as you focus on the finer details of the request, it sounded inviting but also, you’d cross some boundaries.

You hum, passing him the phone, “It is specific.”

“What do you think?” He keeps his tone low, head inches away from yours. “Past the pretending to break and enter?”

“Well, it’s not like I haven’t been tied up before and I like the feel of leather. I’m assuming you’d use a fake knife?”

He nods, he’d never risk a real one even if you asked him. Yet the factors you mentioned weren’t the ones he was worried about. You knew what it was, none of the boys had ever done it to you and you’d never understood why people got a thrill out of it but you weren’t one to judge.

“It’s just the—“

“I know,” he said. “I’m not keen on it either.”

You entwine your fingers into the hand on your shoulder and he turned to you smiling weakly, he wanted to do it yet he couldn’t get out of his own head.

“How about we workshop some lines?”

He chuckles, “I’m not gonna remember lines.”

“I just mean, maybe we could come up with terms that don’t sound so…”

“Horrible.”

“I was going to say harsh but that works too.”

The weight lifts from his shoulders and his body sinks further into the couch you both claimed when you walked in.

“So, we doing this?”

“Yes, Benny, we’re doing this.”

He squeezed you tighter, kissing you over and over until you protested, a couple of eyes glancing over to your table. His heart was swelling, he dreaded that your answer would be no, the price was the highest he’d been offered and he didn’t intend on spending it on himself.

“Get a room you two!” Ozzie called from the counter.

—

Tonight was the night.

The pair of you had gone over everything in as much detail as you could. You had come up with some terms you didn’t mind him saying, went through the staging, where the camera would be, how to move without getting your head in the shot. He tested the fake knife against your skin and got you passed the giggling stage, got you accustom to the zip ties around your wrist, it had been a fair few days of planning and practicing.

“Is this cute enough?”

You come into his office, playing with the straps of the bra you were wearing. He spins round in his chair, eyebrows lifting as he looked you up and down. He wanted you to wear a cute sleep set, just a cropped t-shirt and shorts would have suited but this was much better.

You wore a bra and short combo made with a single layer of mesh, decorated with ruffle edging, everything was on show including your nipple piercings.

“Where have you been hiding that?”

Sure, it had been in your underwear draw for a while but you had been waiting for just the right time to wear it.

He opened up his arms, scooting his chair towards you and you step over to meet him. His arms wrap round you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, lips pressing against the exposed skin.

“You look phenomenal,” his words muffled.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Thank you.”

Lifting his head up, he kisses you on the cheek and then the lips, breathing you in as he pressing you closer. His hands roam your frame, trailing your back and skimming your ass before he grabs them by the handful.

You break your lips apart.

“Save it for later, Miller.”

He groans as he lets you go, falling to the back of his chair.

You spend a casual evening together, almost acting like a normal couple if it wasn’t for the fact you were waiting in anticipation of the performance. Benny was looking at something online when you decided you’d head to bed, setting the plan in motion.

“I’m going to bed,” you run your palms down his chest.

“Alright, Bunny.”

He rubbed the back of your hand before squeezing it three times. You tap his chest three times, kissing him gently on the side of his head as you walked away. Turning slightly in his chair, he gave you one last smile.

It had been a couple of hours when he came to check on you.

You lay on the bed, side lamp on, looking so peaceful that it was a shame he had to disturb you. He switch on the lights to a soft glow and glanced at the window, open a crack just like you both discussed. With everything in order, he turned the camera on and pressed to start recording, slipping out the room without a sound.

At the back door, he pulled on a ski mask and leather gloves, the fake knife and zip ties tucked into an easy to reach pocket.

He let the surrounding neighbours know he was filming something, just incase they got suspicious at the ‘bugler’ sneaking round the back of the property. The skills he had built from the military meant this was easy, oiling up the edges of the window allowed it to move smoothly when he tucked his fingers under the frame.

Making a gap big enough to fit through, he swung one leg in, contorting to get the rest of his body through. He double checked you were still asleep before dropping the window back down. Hand in his pocket, he pulls out a zip tie between his fingers and slowly approaches the bed. He place a knee on the mattress then the over, getting as close to you as possible without disturbing you.

His movements are quick.

He carefully wraps his hand around your neck before taking your weight and lifting you up so you’re sat up. You wake up, dazed and confused, genuinely trying to fit against him as he grabs your wrist, you come to your senses.

You loosen your arms and allow him to tie them up, wiggling your muscles as if you’re struggling to escape him.

“What… what’s going on, oh my god, he—“

Before you have a chance to scream, he covers your mouth with his gloved hand, his grip firm but the fabric cushioning his hold. You keep moving, pushing your ass into his crotch and arching your back to exaggerate your breasts. He pulls you to his chest, his right hand slipping into his pocket for the fake knife.

“Stop struggling…”

He pressed the point underneath your jaw, tilting your head back to accentuate your neck.

“I’ll make this quick if you do.”

You give a couple more writhes before settling down, your chest still rising and falling heavy enough for the camera to pick up. Even though you’d sort of rehearsed this, it felt a touch more real in the present moment.

“That’s it,” he sighs, it’s distinguishably Benny.

You reach to him, grasping where you can and squeeze him three times. He needed to know you were ok, that you wanted to continue and that was his sign, he carried on the charade. Shuffling nearer, he pushed his growing bulge into your hand before he slowly began to drag the rubber blade down your neck.

“There’s no use screaming for your boyfriend, he won’t come, I made sure of that.”

You whimper as his spreads the blade along your chest.

He hasn’t even touched them but he glances to your tits and already sees your nipples going pert, you hear him smile at how reactive you are. Flipping the blade back to the point, he travels down the valley of your breast, catching the fabric of your bra.

“I’ve seen how you are with him…”

His breath teases down your neck as he moves his mouth to your ear.

“Such a fucking slut for him, aren’t you?”

You cry into his hand as he glides the fake knife over your stomach, plucking the elastic of your shorts before running over your mound. You shiver as the point grazes over your clit and he tosses it aside.

The desire pools in your belly, trickling between your thighs.

“And what about for me?”

Shaking your head, the mic can just catch the objection coming from your lips.

“Don’t be like that,” he tuts, moving both of your bodies so the lower half of your face was closer to the camera. “Show the camera what a good little whore you can be.”

He loosens his hand around your mouth, coiling it underneath your jaw, his index and and middle fingertip brushing your lips.

“No,” you struggle to speak, “no, please.”

With his free hand, he pulls your hair and you relax jaw as he slips the two fingers in. You flatten your tongue and your saliva slicks up the glove, the taste not as good as how it feels on your skin. Your lips fall around his digits as he pumps into your mouth.

“Look at you,” he coos.

He pushes his fingers to the back of your throat so you gag, spit seeping out. Opening your mouth wide, you brought your tongue out, panting as he glided his fingers over it. The drool ran down your chin.

“What a fucking mess you are.”

His cock twitched as your fingertips teased his zipper.

He knocks his hips into and you jolt forward, screaming. Bringing his lips to your ear, you feel the laugh vibrate through his chest.

“You’re desperate for my dick, aren’t you? You little slut…”

He rams his fingers into your mouth so you can’t answer, thrusting his hips again.

“I’m going to fill that pussy of yours with my cum so your boyfriend knows what are dirty fucking whore you are.”

You give a muffled cry, grunting as he drive his digits into your mouth harder, faster. Straightening you up, he moves back to get your body in focus, head tilted back to protect your face. Using his legs, he spreads yours, unveiling you to the camera. You continue to challenge him but your movement is restricted.

With a free hand, he palms you roughly. He starts with your breast, squeezing them until they burst over the cup and he catches them in his hand, pinching your nipple as you keen to his touch.

And though you’re enjoying it, you still pretend to cry and mewl, pining for Benny.

He flattens his hand to the bottom of your ribcage, dragging down your stomach, the glove now warm from his heat. His fingertip tuck underneath the elastic and he notches your hips forward for the camera.

There’s no teasing, no rubbing your folds or clit, he releases your mouth.

“Don’t, please stop!”

He plunges two fingers and you cry out, attempting to pull back but you can’t.

He shushes you as you carry on pleading, “But look how wet you are, you fucking dying for me use you.”

As you go to scream again, he shoves his fingers back in your mouth and you groan. He works his fingers in tandem, pulling them out of you mouth as he pushes them into your weeping pussy. The tension in your body lifts and you relax against his shoulder.

The room only fills with noises of you, switching from your muffled sobs to the squelch of your juices as the leather strokes your inner walls roughly.

His breaths are heavy in your ear, a slight friction in the material of his ski mask as he rested his chin on your shoulder. Behind your back, your fingers flex as you reach to cup his bulge in your hands. He knew you wanted it but he wanted just a bit more time winding you up, he needed you wet for when he shoved his cock in you and humped you like a dog in heat.

He pushed his fingers through your folds five more times before pulling out. You whine at the emptiness though you weren’t supposed to.

“Wait till your boyfriend hears about that.”

Bringing his fingers to his eye line, he inspects the glove as your arousal glistens on the material. Touching them to his lips, he slips the digits into his mouth, his tongue twisting to get every drop. He moans, savouring the tang on his tastebuds before he drags his fingers out with an audible pop.

“You taste so nice for someone so filthy.”

He removes the fingers from your mouth.

“Fuck you.”

He delivers a toothy grin, “Oh, I’m sure you will.”

Coiling his hand around your throat, you hear him undo his pants, feel his hips lift as he tugs them down. He hooks a thumb over his boxers and his cock lands in your hands, the length following the curve of your ass.

“No, no!” You choke as he presses his fingers and thumb into your neck.

He lifts himself up onto his knees, his hand holding onto his cock as he slips through your short leg. His tip parts your folds before he thrusts into you to the hilt and you mewl, no longer able to fight him, your legs pinned down.

“Just like he says, you feel so fucking good.”

“Can’t say the same about you.”

He shakes his head, pretending he’s pissed as he drags his cock back. You gasp when he snaps his hips and pushes his length through your pulsing walls.

“Not complaining now, are you? Such a good slut.”

With those words, he goes full pelt. His movements ferocious, the slap of your bodies hitting each other filling your ears as you cry and grunt at the impact. He’s growling, teeth gritted as his green eyes flash to the camera before they come to you.

He’s hitting just the right spot, his radiating tip nudging over and over. The more you took, the less words that fell from your lips as you struggled to get air in your lungs. His cocked jerk as your walls tightened around him.

“I think you’re ready for my cum.”

“No, you can’t,” you writhe.

Somehow, the motion only makes the warmth of desire spread, rising up and taking hold of your chest.

“Oh, don’t you want me to fill you, breed you so he knows you’re mine now?”

His words cause you to shiver, your legs beginning to vibrate as he repeated plows into your leaking cunt. In the thick of it all, you manage to catch each other’s eyes, your lids heavy, covering your glassy eyes. His cock twitched as your walls clench around him and a strangled cry escapes you.

He thrusts into you a couple times before he finds his release.

“Yes.”

He snarls as he holds his pulsating cock coats the inside of your pussy. Your eyes flutter shut, the spots encroaching your vision, the goosebumps raising on the surface of your body.

With your inner walls still moving, you push his cock out and his cum flowed out, a burble as it leaked to the covers. He pressed his lips to yours, your mouth opening up, allowing his tongue to slip in.

Unhurriedly, the pair of you kiss before you parted.

Benny immediately reached for the camera and stopped the recording. Your body slumped forward, legs shaking as a steady aftershock rolled through your hips. He kissed your shoulder then your back before he clambered off the bed, yanking the ski mask and gloves off.

“Hold on.”

You heard a draw open not too far away and felt his weight shift over the mattress, the snap as he cut the zip tie. He massaged the lines that had buried into your skin before easing you up, moving you around so he could embrace you. Your arms softly wrap around his frame, palms flat against his back and your head drops to his chest, breathing him in. He tucked you underneath his jaw.

Somewhere you’d heard that if someone hugs you and you return the favour, you have to wait for them to let go first because you never know how much time they need. You’ll hold on as long as he needs.

After a while, he finally speaks.

“You know I didn’t mean those words I said,” he voice broke.

You rubbed his back, “I know.”

“And I’d never treat you like that.”

You nod, pressing your ears against his chest as his heartbeat steadied.

“Love you, darlin'.”

He feels you smile, his tongue slipped again.

“Love you too.”

He decided not to edit tonight, after cleaning you up, he uploaded the footage from the memory card and shut his computer down. Coming back to the room, he found you nestled in the bed, sleepy eyed as you gaze up at him from the pillow with a soft smile. He moved the lights out of the way before getting under the covers to join you.

You shuffle towards him, snuggling to his open chest and he hooks an arm round you, pining you to his body. You drape an arm, hand spread over the defined muscles of his stomach and curl a leg over his. He stroked your shoulder, ducking down to kiss the crown of your head as he heard you sigh.

Now he had to wrack his brain on what to spend the money on, on what the hell he would get you?

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