Get naked

Dating your boyfriend Jay for over five months has been some of the best months of your life, or so that is what you were convinced with as you didn’t know better. At the age of twenty, you were yet to experience any form of intimacy with a man, you never dated, never kissed, and surely never had sex. It was a complete stranger to you, from a young age you have always been quiet and reserved. Nothing to do with your family, they did everything to parent you well, naturally you just preferred to keep to yourself. This long isolation of course had meant you struggled with the topic of relationships, all your friends had or are in relationships, always encouraging to approach other guys. However, you just couldn’t get yourself to do it, something in you just freezing you in your spot unable to move.

That was until you met Jay in University, in one of the classes you took for some extra credit. Paired for a project to work on together, initially you were extremely silent, only speaking when required. Over the months though you did start to come out of your shell, when you realised he was a very laid back guy and genuinely wanted to get to know you for you. Even though your lack of intimacy that did not mean you didn’t catch the eyes of other guys, it was quite the opposite as you received stares anywhere you went.

Over the months of getting to know Jay, you grew lovesick or at least that’s what your friends has described it as. You had spent everyday with him, whether in his dorm or at your house, by that point he had met your parents too, who loved him although only slightly wary as it was the first time you brought a boy home. The regular meetings were used as an excuse to work on the project, but most of it was spent just talking and finding out details about each other. You had learnt about his hobbies, likes, dislikes, his interests. The only topic he had avoided was his family, anytime you brought it up it was dismissive with an awkward laugh. You didn’t push it not wanting to make him uncomfortable, he was the first boy you ever took interest in and you didn’t want to ruin it.

As the months went on, there were some times he tried kissing you, at first you pulled away as a reflex. The look of hurt that flickered across his face had pulled at your heart strings, you didn’t want to upset him you just had never ever been kissed before you didn’t want to do it wrong and mess it up. When you explained it he was understanding and reassured you he will make sure it go perfectly, so when it happened again it wasn’t like from a fairytale like you had daydreamed about, it wasn’t a little messy, a little clumsy. You didn’t fit like a puzzle like you had pictured in your head, your hands placed awkwardly on his sides as his were squeezed at your hips. When pulling away it was clear he had enjoyed it a little too much whilst you were left just confused still awaiting those fireworks and butterflies you had read about. He mistook your expression of one as amazed, he chuckled as he kissed you again. Over the time only makeout sessions were included in your hangouts, he definitely tried to do more but you just couldn’t get yourself to give in yet. There was slight frustration there but he understood and didn’t push too much, you were glad for that. Your friends said it will come naturally, that’s what happens when you’re in a relationship, however the idea was yet to come to you, you didn’t feel ready for it. You argued it was because you were still a virgin, you didn’t understand your feelings yet.

When he finally made you his girlfriend, you had tears in your eyes, finally you were a girlfriend, not just a friend who never had a boyfriend. Adoring the title proudly, as the pair of you walked the university halls hands intertwined. It seemed like everything was falling into pieces like it was supposed to, you were finally happy or as you were convinced by.

During one of the nights where Jay was staying over at your house, cuddled in bed watching a film, he lay somewhat stiff in his seat, something in his mind distracting him from the tv blaring out.

“Baby I-I was thinking it would be a good time to meet my parents” The words forming a tight knot in your stomach, as you stiffened in his arms, you glanced up at him not expecting those words to come out his mouth tonight or ever by the rate he was ignoring the topic of his family. So you wondered what changed for him to finally bring it up and especially to plan a meet up. Set of nerves already began to settle as you were such a people pleaser, you wanted to make good impression on these people. People who have raised the man you loved, you wanted them to approve of you as the right girl for him.

“So suddenly, I thought you would never want to” You respond softly, trying to catch his eyes as he nervously avoided yours. He took a slow breath in before explaining his family were not your typical people you would expect, they were in fact retired supes of your country, his mother formally known as Crimson Countess and his father Solider boy. The shock on your face when he was revealing this was apparent, never mind you had to impress the most important people to your boyfriend but also the people that were most important in the country. Maybe you are dreaming and this is all just a funny dream because surely this was not the reality you were living in. You have know of them and their duties for the country, you had grown up watching the news and movies about them, maybe too young for some of it but you were largely fascinated. You will admit you did admire soldier boy a lot, even so by owing a poster in your bedroom when you were twelve. Although you would never admit that to your boyfriend, even more so now knowing the man was his father.

"I did not expect that, I.. how will I even make a good impression on them babe? I mean I'm just me, I'm only a student" You were a rambling mess by now, not knowing what to say to such revelation. Jay took your hands in his, giving them a quick squeeze.

"Babe I promise you they will love you, they were actually the ones to encourage me to finally bring you home" That shocked you, it did somewhat relax you but you were still on edge about it. Not wanting to mess anything up, this was your first relationship you couldn't be the one to ruin it. Nodding before you gave him a quick kiss, as you both agreed on the day to plan the visit. That night took you longer to fall asleep than usual but once you did, there was only a small flicker a faded one that appeared in your mind, soldier boy.

The evening air was cool as Jay picked you up, his expression unreadable but he appeared somewhat relaxed. He wore a simple black hoodie and jeans, hands on the wheel as he awaited for you to join him in the passenger seat. He gave you a give a quick peck on the cheek before setting off, luckily the drive isn't too long from where you live. You did your best tonight getting ready, making sure your hair and make up were done perfectly to make your features stand out like a perfect doll, a small black dress hugging your figure and a pair of black heels. Going for formal was your best bet, these people were rich and prestigious, you didn't want to look out of place even though you were sure you were going to anyway. Jay reassured you you didn't have to dress up but you insisted, this visit was going to be crucial for your relationship even if it was only you who was thinking that.

After an hour of driving, Jay had finally pulled up to the driveway, as your eyes took in the large house in front of you. It was not a mansion as you had imagined to be, still larger than your parents but it was clear there was touch of humbleness. Stepping out the car you couldn't help but stand still in your spot, only when he touched your hand you glanced to the side where Jay stood with a small smile on his face.

"You don't have to be nervous babe, it will be fine" Nodding carefully, as he took your hand in his and led you to the doorstep, lifting his hand to knock, before it swung open instantly. A woman with bright red hair stood there with a huge smile on her lips, as she motioned to hug her son.

"Oh my god honey, I have missed you so much. We have not seen in you in months" Her voice trailed off as she gave Jay a tight hug before her attention was quickly drawn to you, without realizing what was happening she pulled you in for a hug as well. Surprise flickered across your features as you didn't expect to be on the receiving end of affection so fast.

"It is so lovely to meet you honey, Jay has spoken so much about you. Please come in you guys must be starving, the dinner is almost done" She rushes you two inside, as she walks back to to the kitchen. Jay glanced back at you with a grin plastered on his face.

"See she loves you already"

You could only muster up a small nod before following him to the living room taking a seat on the couch. The house was well kept, modern furniture surrounding you, as you admired the space.

"Where's dad?" Jay shouted, raising your heartbeat instantly, for a moment there you forgot about his father, or as you know him as soldier boy. You were far more nervous to meet him, you had admired him as a young girl but you didn't want to freak him out with that information. So you knew that you will be keeping that small fact to yourself only. Speaking of the devil himself, before his mother could reply, the man entered inside, taller than you expected despite seeing him on the screens. A clear warm yet overwhelming presence that fitted the space like sunlight breaking through clouds. Dark hair littered with small streaks of white, green eyes sharp but kind when locked onto yours. He smiled wide, a charming smile that showed dimples and without hesitation opened both arms for a hug before even greeting properly. Wrapping much larger arms around your frame as he hugged your waist, your own landing on his back with the faintest touch. You were not expecting to be met with such affection from the family, especially from him, who was the toxic masculine man back in the day.

Earthy and mint had surrounded you completely, as you almost melted into his hug, like it was something you had been needing for years. A faint blush crept on your cheeks, as he pulled away first as his hands remained on your waist, the man radiated such energy that it caught you off guard. But there was something else too, his gaze lingered on yours just half a second longer than normal for a man that was considered your boyfriends dad.

"Wow, you are even cuter in person than Jay had described" A tiny spark of mischief flickered behind his eyes, a teasing glint that made it obvious this wasn't just fatherly affection, however you were too oblivious to notice that. The charm oozing from him naturally, the kind that could make someone blush without trying.

Jay cleared his throat loudly from behind, "Dad, you will scare her away" The said man finally turned to look at him, and instead of backing off he only grinned wider, a rich deep chuckle rumbling through the room.

"Relax son, I'm just being friendly" The way he said it so casually, so playfully made it clear he wasn't even trying to hide how naturally charming he was. You guessed the charm still stayed with him even after all those years, as you faintly remembered the headlines about soldier boy and the countless women he had endured.

"I'm Ben by the way it truly is lovely to meet you. I heard many great things about you" The words eased the nerves had settled deep inside of you, you were still speechless from the hug he had given you that lasted longer than necessary for such introduction. He gestured to the dining room, to follow him where the aroma of spices had been wafting from the kitchen the whole time: garlic, turmeric, warm and comforting. The dining table was already set neatly for the four of you, Jay shuffled past you taking a seat, soon after you taking your own right on his left. Ben took a seat in front of you which did have your palms sweating just a little, as it meant you had his full divided attention right there. It still felt surreal, having soldier boy- or Ben, welcoming you into his house and being so nice. Thirteen year old you would be a puddle on the floor, thankfully you had some form of control now, even though a small weird sensation in your stomach was present and seeming to not be going anywhere anytime soon.

Once the food was ready and everyone was sat and taking bites of the food, Ben was the first to break the silence in the room.

"So I heard you are studying at the same university as Jay too, is that right" Your eyes jumped up at his deep voice directed at you, you swallowed the bite of meat you had in your mouth before nodding.

"Oh yes, we met at one the extra classes we took, an art one" You spoke softly as you kept your eyes averted slightly, unable to maintain eye contact with Ben. It was too intense it made you feel emotions you had never experienced before and you didn't know what it exactly was. Ben's smile softened into something gentler at your words, eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine interest. He didn't hover, he had this calm confidence that made you feel like the center of attention without pressure.

"That is good to hear, I'm happy you were the one to finally able to put a smile back on my sons face" The way he spoke so considerate and thoughtful, it wasn't performative it was natural for him to care. You wish he cared for you like that too, an intrusive thought flickered to your brain before vanishing just as quickly.

Some more conversations took place, you really couldn't fault Jay's parents, they were really perfect. You couldn't appreciate them more for making you feel so welcomed, that is all you wanted from the start. Especially, Ben he had made such an effort to ask you questions and show concern or profoundness when needed. It made you feel giddy inside that you had his full attention, you didn't understand why but you were desperate for it.

Once everyone finished eating, it was quite late in the night. Jay suggested to head to the bedroom which you agreed. The exhaustion from the drive and the nerves had finally shown up and you felt it more than ever. So snuggling up in bed after a hot shower, was calling your name as soon as he suggested it. Wishing Ben and Crimson goodnight, not before making another intense eye contact with Ben just as you headed out the room. Finishing your shower, you got dressed into your pj's, just some mini pink shorts with a white tank top, jumping into bed a sigh of relief escaped your lips. Jay joined you soon after, as he draped one arm over you.

"See babe wasn't too bad now was it" Giving him a small smile in return you agreed.

"No, no it wasn't still was a little scary but they were lovely" You really couldn't fault Ben and Crimson, they were the perfect husband and wife making you and their son feel comfortable.

"I'm sorry for taking so long to introduce you to them, I haven't had the best experiencing introducing people to my parents. So I wanted to make sure it was the right time"

Leaning down you gave him a kiss on the lips, understanding where he was coming from. It must have been tough growing up with parents who were such famous supes, so easily available to be taken advantage of. So you were happy he didn't think lowly of you, you only hoped you made a good impression on them. Turning off the bedside lamps, you cuddled close to him as you drifted off to sleep, faint images of Ben floated into your head, his eyes, his smile, his hands. Didn't even realise you were drooling as you fell into a deep slumber of sleep.

Light snores was the first thing you heard when you had opened your eyes, looking over to your left, Jay was turned away from you passed out. Your throat felt incredibly dry, reaching out for a glass on the bedside table you found it empty, grunting softly you got up from the bed even though your body was screaming to get right back in. Slipping into some slippers, quietly opening the door to not awake anyone, you slipped out and walked downstairs. The house was pitch black only some streams of the moonlight that slipped through the cracked spilled across the walls. Walking straight to the kitchen, pouring some water into your glass, taking big gulps as your throat eased. Satisfied you placed the glass down on the counter and turned back around to head back into the bedroom, only when you were nearing the living room was when you heard a distant sound. The door was almost shut so you couldn't see or hear properly what was making the sound. Maybe you had imagined it, you kept on walking when you heard it again this time slightly louder and it was clear that it was a person making the sound. A frown fitted into your face, as you stilled down your steps and approached the ajar door. However, the sight that you were met with was nothing that your brain could have pictured, mouth gaping at the scene in front of you. You were left frozen in your spot as your eyes stayed still, through the tiny gap you could make out Ben sat on the couch, legs spread far apart as his hand worked on stroking his cock with his head rolled back, movement quick and rough.

Something inside of you stirred, you knew this was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong, spying on a man masturbating especially your boyfriend's dad. But it was like your eyes had the mind of their own, they stayed put watching his larger hand pumping the rock hard cock.

"You know sweetheart, it is rude to stare" A rough voice spoke out, your eyes shot up to his who were already staring right back at you through the gap. A hot burning sensation sizzled inside of you, a light squeal leaving your lips as you were ready to flee the scene. Which Ben had noticed and wasn't going to let you get away.

"And where do you think you are going, doll" Making you freeze as you already had half your body turned ready to run back upstairs and ignore the burn of your cheeks and the embarrassment that was creeping into you fast.

"Better come in here, love. You were staring after all" You were not sure what demon had possessed you but his words were demanding and firm, it made you slowly turn around to face him and reach out to push the door fully open. He was still sat on the couch, hand not stilling in fact quickening at the sight of you. Taking soft steps into the room, you stood still in front of him, like a deer caught in the headlights. Ben smirked as he took n the sight of you, the clothes barely covering anything from his hungry eyes.

"You look beautiful sweetheart, I couldn't help myself you know" He was referring to the scene you caught him in, you didn't understand the fuzzy feeling you had mustered up, and more so what to do about it.

"Ben.. this is wrong. I wasn't meant to see, I'm sorry" You spoke softly as you avoided his gaze.

"Darling there isn't anything to be sorry for, you enjoyed what you saw and that's okay"

You shook your head, "No, I didn't enjoy anything. You are Jay's dad, I shouldn't have looked" By this point you already had tears prickling your eyes, as your lower lip wobbled, Ben frowned at the expression beckoning you to come forward to where he was sat. You only shook your head further, you felt like you made a mistake, you messed up, this was the last thing you wanted and yet you ruined it. You were such an idiot, too busy wallowing in your thoughts you didn't notice Ben had approached you and hugged you in his arms, his warmth radiating to you making you ease in his arms, as tears rolled down your rosy cheeks.

"Shh darling, it's okay you didn't do anything wrong you know that right" He spoke gently as his hand brushed your hair, guiding you to the couch as he sat you on his lap. Brushing away your tears with his thumb, he placed soft kisses on your cheeks until you relaxed in his hold.

"Since the moment I laid my eyes on you, I thought you were the most incredibly beautiful woman I have ever seen darling" The words made you feel dizzy, hands squeezing his shirt.

"I-I don't understand, but your wife" That was the only thing you could think to say, your boyfriend forgotten in your brain as your head tried to wrap around the compliment he had given you, that were so sincere like it was coming right from his heart.

"Oh sweetheart, that relationship has long ended. There is nothing between us anymore and there hasn't been for many years now. Christ can't remember last time I nutted inside a pussy" The crude words made your burn up instantly, as your pussy squeezed around nothing, like it needed something that you were not even aware of.

"I'm sorry to hear that Ben" Seemed like the right answer to respond, as you were still in a daze of shock from tonight. It was only few minutes that had passed before you felt the creep of his inching to your thigh as he stroked slow circles into the skin, you bit your lip at the touch, the rougher hand sending you chills down your back as you tried your best to ignore it. You shouldn't be sat on his lap, let alone your boyfriend's dads lap, however it felt so right to be held by him, comforted by him. Your relationship with your own father wasn't too affectionate per say, as most weeks he was out on work calls, working till late. You had always craved that fatherly love but you never really got much of it, so this felt just what your soul had been needing for so long not even your own boyfriend was able to satisfy. Of course you didn't understand this fully, only aware that it didn't feel wrong being so close to Ben as it would be viewed by others. The two of you are sprawled on the plush couch, curled on his lap like you always belonged there, you didn't but the idea of this being wrong just didn't cross your mind.

Head full of thoughts you didn't realize that his other arm that wasn't wrapped around you, was slid down his palm pressing flat against the rock hard bulge in his pants, as he tightened his other arm around you, keeping you seated firmly on him while he begins to move his hand. First only lazy pumps over the fabric, then more deliberate. The thick outline of him becoming more obvious through the underwear, heavy and leaking. Your eyes flickering the motion happening bellow you, as your lips form an 'o' as once again your eyes were captured by the sight, you were so close to his cock one movement and your ass would be snug him right in. Gulping, you looked up at Ben only to find him with his lip bit and eyes staring at yours.

"Ben what are you doing" You whisper out, scared by your own voice. He only gives you a grunt in response as he moves his hand to pull out his cock finally free from the restrains of his pants, thick, flushed at the tip already from earlier. He begins to stroke harder, fist gilding up and down the impressive length. No shame, no hiding it, just slow and rhythmic pumps while he watches your face for reactions, eyes half-lidded with arousal. What you didn't know was that Ben knew so much more about you than you thought, ever since Jay began to talk about you to them he was intrigued, you seemed like a shy kind girl, he was happy when Countess had begged their son to send a picture of the girl he was seeing if he didn't want to bring her over yet. He wasn't that curious to see how you looked, but when he got the messaged and opened the picture of you sat on the bench with a cute white sundress, he was a goner. You were beautiful nothing he had seen before and he has seen plenty of women in his lifetime. Ben knew he wanted no needed to know more. For the months before his son finally decided to bring you over to their home, he had managed to research every bit of you he could. Scrolling your social media pages, hooked like never before. He knew he needed to have you for himself, you were his, even if you didn't know that. It didn't matter, especially even if you were dating his son. He knew he could provide you with so much more than anyone could, he wanted to be the one taking care of you and only.

So to have you finally this close after months of obsessing over and only having you in his imagination, he was over the moon. The minute you had walked through the doors with his son, he couldn't keep his eyes away from you as hard as he tried. You were beyond stunning, a pure of innocence he had not felt in decades, he then and ther claimed you as forever his.

Ben's hand works with a steady rhythm, up and down, thumb swiping over the leaking head every few strokes. The sounds are quiet but intimate skin on skin, his breath hitching occasionally when he hits just the right angle.

"Fuck darling, you drive me crazy" You didn't understand his comment, as you haven't done anything for such reaction. Then suddenly he stops, his palm rests at the base and without a warning he grabs your wrist, no asking just guiding your hand to replace his own around his cock, curling your much smaller hand into position himself like it's second nature.

"Be a doll and help out your old man love" He murmurs, voice gravelly as he presses your palm downward so you're forced to feel how hard he is. Eyes wide open like a deer, you never got intimate with anyone in your life, not even your boyfriend. Never been this close to a man's cock, even getting to touch it. At the back of your mind there was a small form of guilt nuzzled in there, but it too much overpowered by his energy that was making you feel fuzzy.

Ben's cock twitches in your grasp the second your skin meets his, hot, heavy and alive with need. He doesn't let go of your wrist yet, instead he demonstrates squeezing lightly to show pressure then dragging upward slowly. From the phone calls he had with his son he gathered much you were inexperienced with love and intimacy, so most likely you were still a virgin which had Ben needing to make you his even more so. He couldn't leave you to be taken advantage of, boils his blood at the thought.

"Such a good girl for me darling, just taking care of your old man like you were made to do" You whine in response as you nuzzle his neck but still keeping your eyes at the motion in front of you. He leans back against the couch cushions and spreads his arms slightly, like a king on the throne letting a subject serve. His eyes stay locked on yours the whole time, dark green pools demanding attention as much as pleasure. You stroke him tentatively, unsure of pressure or speed, you had never done this so you were lost at what to do. Ben isn't critical, almost soft and understanding, like he knew you were this inexperienced it made you feel hot in shame. He watches you, jaw clenched, as you explore the texture, the velvety smoothness near the tip versus rougher veins along his shaft. Receiving a sharp inhale from him when your thumb brushes that sensitive spot under his mushroom head, a subtle buck of hips into your hand for more friction.

Ben's control is slipping fast, one minute he's passively letting you learn, the next his hands are are suddenly on either side of your face and he's kissing you fiercely while grinding up into your grip. You let out a soft moan, as his lips capture your own, head still in a daze you comply to his touches. Sense quickly slipping away as all that mattered was his lips on yours, and the sparks that ran through your body. The kiss turning messy all teeth and tongue as he guides your mouth against his, Ben's hips jerk upward into your stroking hand. His breathing grows ragged, each exhale hot against your lips. Then it happens, his entire body tenses like a coiled spring. A guttural groan escapes him as he tears his mouth from yours, head falling back against the couch, spurt after spurt. Thick ropes of cum paint over your joined hands, some even splatter onto the front of his shirt where fabric had ridden up. Ben doesn't stop stop you, just rides it out through clenched teeth, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss.

"Fuck darling, made me empty my balls fully" Was the very first thing he says after coming, a proud grin spread across his face. A your own burning cheeks are nuzzled into his chest, as you couldn't look at him. Your panties were soaked through which you ignored and didn't question.

"Did you like it?" The question was so innocent it made his softened cock twitch again, a chuckle escaping his lips. As his hand brushes your shoulder softly, finally having you right where he wanted to. Perhaps not fully to himself, but he knew this was the beginning of his journey in making you his forever.

"Heck yeah I did love, haven't came so hard since like 89'" Receiving a shy smile in response, hugging him close to you. The blush of embarrassment was still present but the overwhelming feeling of proud was winning. All you wanted was to make a good impression on him especially, and you guess you definitely did after tonight's endeavour’s.

Author's Note

Welcome to the result of my wrath. An expansion of my soldier boy x reader series, No Love Lost, made to be a more explict rewrite of the Boys season four and five. If you're going in with no prior knowlege of the other fic, enjoy! If you're coming over from No Love Lost, hello! I hope you enjoy this one as well. Going in, no matter what, please forgot everything released after season 3. Gen V, season four and five, Vought rising, none of it's real. I hope you enjoy the story!

Chapter List

Prologue (7/6) (on ko-fi now!)

Season 4

Episode 1 - Down the Rabbit Hole Episode 2 - What's Dead and Buried Episode 3 - The Limelight Episode 4 - All of Us Heathens Episode 5 - Good Hair Day Episode 6 - On Shadowboxing, Spiderwebs, and Songbirds Episode 7 - Titanfall Episode 8 - The Firebird's Gambit Episode 9 - Metamorphia Episode 10 - You Scratch My Back Episode 11 - Buzz Buzz Buzz Episode 12 - Transmutation Episode 13 - Quick, Bald, and Broke Episode 14 - Heaven, Ohio Episode 15 - When You Hear the Bell Toll Episode 16 - Scurry Under the Mountain Episode 17 - Blinding Neon Glitter Episode 18 - hymns Episode 19 - Jersey Devils Episode 20 - Don't Wake the Sleeping Dragon Episode 21 - The King of Babel Episode 22 - Diet Euphoria Episode 23 - Event Horizon

Season 5

Episode 1 - It's Always Sunny Episode 2 - Go With the Changing Tides Episode 3 - That Big Silver Screen Episode 4 - On the Tenth Day Episode 5 - Put One Right Between the Eyes Episode 6 - Washed Up and Sold Out Episode 7 - Love Thy Neighbor Episode 8 - So It Goes Episode 9 - Bloodshot Episode 10 - Flipping Texas Episode 11 - The Untouchables Episode 12 - Mr. Butcher Goes to Washington Episode 13 - And When You Love Her, Remember to Look Back Episode 14 - Homelander: The Musical Episode 15 - Run the Gauntlet Episode 16 - Operation Ranch Hand Episode 17 - Hail Mary Episode 18 - Abandon All Hope Episode 19 - Benjamin, or Italy Episode 20 - Oroborus Episode 21 - Veni Vidi Vici Episode 22 - Every Demon Wants His Pound of Flesh Episode 23 - Sunrise, Sunset

The radio’s blasting some cassette he’s not really listening to, repeating the same songs for the last hour. Ordinarily, he’d have the mind to change it out for something different after the fifth time, to put something else in that’ll give his brain the kick it needs to focus on the road, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s mindlessly driving, eyes scanning the road every so often, peeking out the window at the blue strip of ocean along the side of the car, but his attention is captured elsewhere, trapped by you and kept prisoner for as long as you want.

You’re in the passenger seat looking unfairly beautiful for 90-degree heat and an obscene humidity index. The slight breeze ruffles through your hair, Dean’s sunglasses perched on the bridge of your nose as you stare out at the slice of ocean. Your feet are up on the dash, something Dean would ordinarily argue about, but he can’t bring himself to be mad when the motion makes your shorts ride up and expose your thigh. He realizes with a jolt you’re wearing a pair of his boxers; and instantly, the oppressive summer heat is nothing compared to what’s simmering low in his stomach, vibrating under his skin, itching to make itself known.

Your bottle of Coke is half-empty in the cupholder, and you take lazy sips from it, letting the cool drink wash over you. The condensation on the bottle catches the sunlight and spins it back onto your skin, washing you with that summery glow Dean only thought possible in movies and skin mags; yet here you are, stunning and sitting pretty right at his side. Your eyes are trained out the window, searching for a spot to pull over and take a peek at the water, maybe run down to the sand and stick your feet in the ocean for a minute or two. Pretend that you’re normal for a few hours; a normal couple who’s biggest worry is tax season, not hunting monsters.

The hum of the road beneath the tires lulls Dean into a sort of trance, one where all he can see is you and all he can feel is the road and the heat in his bones. The humidity clings to you in the form of a sheen on your thighs, and Dean almost makes a sound at the sight. It’s embarrassing, how easy it is for you to get him worked up just by sitting in his car and looking like you belong. It’s sinful how at home you look, like the car itself makes space for you and you alone, your own orbit that pulls Dean in ever closer.

“Oh, Dean, pull over here,” you say, snapping him out of his reverie.

It takes him a moment to get his brain in gear and realize where you’re pointing, but he leads the car off the road at your request. You take your feet off the dash, slipping them into worn flip-flops and readjusting the hem of your shorts, boxers covered. The disappointment is immeasurable, and Dean chastises himself for it. He feels like a teenager again, hopelessly horny over every little thing you do, because he just can’t help himself around you. It’s intoxicating, the control you have over him, leaving him flushed and a little ashamed, yet he always comes back for more. How could he not, when you taste the way you do and feel the way you do and look at him with those eyes that he’d go to war over?

“You coming or what?” you say, hand on the door and grinning brightly. “C’mon, we gotta go see the water.”

“It-. Ain’t it gonna be cold?” Dean asks.

“So? You’re warm, just hold me.”

The wink you send him makes him shiver despite the heat, jeans already feeling tight on his hips. Finally, he gets out of the car, locking it behind him and discreetly readjusting himself as he trails after you down to the shoreline. The beach is empty in this spot save for a few seagulls, hidden on both sides by sandstone ridges that soak up the sun, accenting the bars in the rock that Dean vaguely recalls Sam saying were different geological layers.

Dean’s heavy footsteps match yours all the way down to the water, his eyes shamelessly trained on your ass the whole way. Now that he knows you’re in his boxers in those sinful shorts, there’s nothing else he can think about. Except for maybe the way you kick off your flip-flops at the shoreline, scurrying into the surf to stop the sand from burning the soles of your feet. You turn your face to Dean, and he sucks in a deep breath, brain flatlining at the sight of you.

The sun’s reflecting in the flyaway strands of your hair, giving you a halo you should’ve had years ago. Golden light, golden soul, everything pretty he thought he’d never get. You look like salvation and promise, an alter he’d kneel before day after day and pray at, even if it made his knees ache and his back stiff. He stay until he was old and grey and then he’d stay until he was dead and then he’d pray from beyond the grave, because he’s not in heaven if he’s not worshipping you. The world means nothing if he can’t look at you like you hung the moon and stars. There’s no point to any of it if he can’t look at you and see his past and future in your eyes, if he can’t see the way you’ve changed him and led him into the light that so kindly emphasizes your silhouette on the shoreline.

“What’re you staring at, Romeo?” you tease.

“Hm? Wh- nothin’. Wasn’t starin’.”

You giggle, teeth showing and that crooked smile of yours making his heart skip half its beats. “Nothing, huh? Guess we’d better change that.”

Before he can ask what you mean, you’re tugging off your t-shirt and shorts, leaving yourself in just his borrowed boxers. He finds himself thanking every god he knows of that the strip of beach is secluded, because you shouldn’t be seen by any eyes other than his own. The curve of your hips, the dimples on your lower back that disappear into the waistband of the boxers, the humidity making sweat pool in the divot between your collarbones; Dean’s not ashamed of the way his dick twitches in his jeans at the sight.

“You just gonna stand there and watch?” you say.

“Maybe. You’re a damn sight, sweetheart.”

You laugh, the sound refreshing. “So’re you, if you take those damn layers off.”

Dean quirks up an eyebrow. “You askin’ me to strip?”

“Maybe.” You grin devilishly. “I’m also saying you’re hot when I can see all of you.”

“Even though I’m gettin’ grey?”

You smirk. “Especially since you’re getting grey.”

Dean doesn’t need more pushing than that. You’re sauntering toward the waterline, dipping your toes in the ocean as he’s hurriedly pulling off his shirt, balling it up and discarding it beside yours. The jeans come next, Dean hopping a little when one leg gets stuck on his heel. When he’s stripped to just his boxers, he follows you into the water, sucking in a sharp breath at the chill.

“You lied,” he accuses.

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

You wade in deeper, water lapping thirstily at your knees. Dean strides after you, toe stubbing on a rock and making him curse. When he’s up to his waist, he gives a muffled shout at the chill, thin boxers doing nothing to stop it. It certainly fixes his situation, he’ll give it that, but it’s cold in places he should never be cold.

“Gonna freeze my balls off in here, sweetheart,” Dean grumbles, moving closer to you.

“Oh, yeah?” you say. “Tough luck.”

He dramatically puts a hand over his heart. “Ouch. It’s a hard life.”

“I’m sure it is.” You move closer, hand drifting down to his waist.

Dean catches your wrist, eyes sharp. “Careful,” he says.

You ignore him, hand palming him through his boxers anyway. Dean sucks in a breath, careful not to make too much noise in case someone’s listening in from further down the beach or up on the roadside where he’s left the Impala. Your palm is warm, fingers deft as they work him, all without touching his skin. He almost whines when your hands leave him, stifling a moan when you kiss the fingers on one hand and press them to his bulge.

“I’d say you’re doing just fine,” you say.

You dunk yourself in the water before Dean has a reply ready, shaking your head like a dog when you come back up for air, splattering water all over his chest. He has just barely enough time to take a breath in preparation before you tackle him, pushing him back into the waves and throwing him in the water. He shouts in surprise, arms instinctively going around your neck and pulling you down with him.

“Dean!” you yell as you fall, laughing all the way down.

“That’s karma, sweetheart,” he replies.

His lips are on yours as soon as the words come out of his mouth, lapping up the salty taste of your skin. The heat and the ocean water make for an intoxicating blend, and he can’t help the way his tongue sweeps along your lips, chasing after it. He moans softly into your mouth when you nip at his lower lip, teasing it between your teeth, running your hands along his bare chest. You trace the tattoo, then the line of his freckles, your palms landing on his ribs and dancing over them. He’s panting when you break away for air, lips tingling, summer heat burrowed into his skin and living there.

“Not here,” you murmur, breath tickling the shell of his ear. “Not where people could see.”

Dean nods, words dissipating somewhere from his brain to his tongue, strands of memory leaving his body with his heavy exhales. You’re straddling him in the low surf, thighs on either side of his hips, hands gliding over his shoulders. You grind your hips on him experimentally, and Dean’s hands shoot up to your waist, scrabbling for purchase in the plush of your skin. He tips his head back until it hits the sand, mouth lightly parted and eyes squeezed shut. You do it a second time, and Dean groans.

“Thought you said we weren’t doin’ this here,” he pants.

“We’re not. I’m just making sure you’re ready.”

Something stirs low in Dean’s gut, arousal and challenge mixed into one emotion he can’t quite name. It’s hot, whatever it is, burning through his insides and turning his muscles into mush, his brain on one track and one track only; he needs your mouth on him now. He needs you, needs your warmth, your body, your control. He needs you so bad it hurts, stinging desire that makes him feel like a patron at your temple.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m ready,” Dean says, low and rough.

You swing your legs off him, extending a hand to him and tugging him upright when he takes it. “Yeah? Prove it.”

Dean walks you back onto the beach, mouth on yours and hands fisting into your hair, pulling you flush against him so there’s no mistaking the hardness against your thigh. You smile into the kiss, your lips moving against his with equal fervour, spurred by some desire that’d been growing all day, the tension in the Impala a testament to it. Dean slots a knee between your thighs, guiding you to grind down on it as he walks you toward your clothes and shoes.

“Gotta put those clothes back on,” he says. “Don’t want anybody lookin’ atcha.”

You break away only to do just that, and Dean hastily puts his jeans back on, forgoing the fly and button for the simple walk back to the car. Belt hanging open, it clinks with every step he takes, the sway of your hips matching the sway of the loose ends. There’s sand everywhere, and normally Dean would be pissed about it touching his car, but he’s too eager to feel you to care about the sand. He’ll clean it later, when he’s not two seconds away from coming in his boxers if you don’t get your hands on him quick.

You throw the back door of the Impala open, practically shoving Dean inside in the process. He lets himself go limp, lets you ragdoll him around until you’re comfortable, straddling him again. The door gets slammed behind you, window cracked open, the salty ocean air flooding his nose and the sound of waves crashing on the beach a backtrack to his current fantasy.

“You always talked about going to the beach,” you say, tugging Dean’s shirt off and running your nails down his chest, making him shiver. “How about getting fucked by it?”

Dean makes a high noise in his throat, your words going straight to his dick. His hands push uselessly at the hem of them, only shoving them down and kicking them off when you raise your hips up enough to free them. He’s still in the confines of his boxers, achingly hard beneath the thin material, and you’re still in your shorts, and all he wants is for you to get rid of them so he can see you, see all of you. Your fingertips trail down his stomach, over the light plush of his skin, thumbs dipping beneath his boxers. You lightly tap his hips once, and he raises them, letting you slide the material off and throw it on the Impala’s floor.

“So pretty,” you murmur, mostly to yourself as you take him in.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hum, already shifting down his legs. “Legs apart, baby.”

You tap the insides of his thighs, his cue to give you room. He does, as well as he can in the cramped space, and he angles himself a little to give you the room to fully sit. Your hands trail over his thighs as you settle between his legs, tracing from his knees up to his hips. You press feather-light kisses over the insides, making Dean’s toes curl and his stomach twist into knots with the anticipation. You take two fingers in your mouth, coating them and stroking him a few times until you’re certain you won’t hurt him with your mouth; like you ever could. Dean’s certain you could shoot him point-blank and he wouldn’t feel the sting.

“Ready?” you ask Dean.

He nods, throat bobbing as he swallows harshly. You give him one last grin, wide and curling up at the corners, front teeth on full display. The smile lines around your face look gorgeous with the way the light deepens the shadows and accentuates the natural curves of your happiness. You purse your lips to kiss his tip once before taking him in your mouth, fingers teasing at his thighs and stomach as you work.

You take him slow, agonizingly slow, so slow that he’s convinced the fire in his stomach will burn him through into ash before you’re done with him. He’s about to tell you to speed up when you take the remainder of him in your hand, working him with that too. As much as he hates it and as much as it makes him wither away inside, he can’t help the fact he’s completely pliant under you. If twenty-year-old Dean could hear the sounds he’s making right now, he’d be ashamed. If twenty-year-old Dean could hear the way he’s whining with each pass of your tongue, the way he gives heady moans when your hand strokes just right, he’d be mortified. But Dean right now is too high out of his head on your love to think about his reputation.

All he can feel is the heat of your mouth, the passes of your tongue along the underside of his dick, the way you pull off on occasion to kiss the tip before taking him again. Each time you do, you hum as you take him deeper, the vibration shooting straight to his core, spurring the rising wave of arousal. He feels like he’s down by the water again, ripples of the waves lapping up around his ankles, swirling higher and higher, stronger and stronger. He’s almost at his peak, sounds becoming impatient and needy, hands grabbing anywhere he can reach; your shoulders, tangling in your hair, gripping the edge of the seat. Right when he’s about to come, when he feels that wave start to crest in his spine and in his stomach, he gives a breathy moan from low in his chest, eyes squeezing shut and stomach muscles tensing.

The wave never hits, because you, the devious tease you are, pull off him with a pop at the very last second. Dean waits a moment longer, hoping you’ll give him the pleasure, hoping you’ll cave and give him relief from the get-go just one time, but you never do. Not when you can see him wrecked like this, no doubt flushed and sweaty, the ocean pounding in his ears along with his heartbeat.

"Please," Dean begs, airy. "Please just-."

"Not yet," you reply.

“You’re evil,” Dean pants as you climb back onto the seat.

“Not evil. Just don’t wanna waste all the fun.”

Dean rolls his eyes, taking a few steady, heaving breaths. You kiss along his shoulders, over his collarbones, taking a detour to suck a mark at the dip between them. He moans as you work your way up his neck, sucking spots on his skin and soothing them with gentle kisses, the tenderness a shock to his system each time. When you reach his lips, you kiss him so deep he can taste himself on your tongue, the faint saltiness of the ocean and his sweat, the musky scent of his own skin. Something in the back of his head says it should turn him off, but if anything, it makes him impossibly harder.

“That good?” you ask, sitting in his lap.

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly. “Would be better if you finished the damn job.”

You nip at his lower lip. “Patience, Dean.”

You lift up your hips just a little, slowly peeling off the shorts and boxers, revealing yourself at a pace that makes Dean want to just rip the clothes from your body. He won’t, because he’s good that way, but he’ll be damned if he’s not begging you to speed up. Finally, finally, the shorts and boxers clear your hips, joining his clothes on the car’s floor, and you’re hovering above him completely bare.

“Ready for me, Dean?” you whisper.

“Always.”

Smirking, you adjust the way you’re sitting so that he can slide into you cleanly. Dean gasps as he feels the way you take him, your muscles tensing around him as he slowly pushes in. You bob up and down a few times, each shift of your hips making Dean’s breath catch in his throat. When you fully sink down and he’s completely sheathed inside you, a choked, broken moan escapes him, and he closes his eyes, tipping his head back against the seat with a dull thud.

Your mouth is on the exposed parts of his neck instantly, nipping at the pulse points as you grind slow circles over him. Your movements draw half-desperate bucks out of him, hips twitching up against you in what isn’t quite a full thrust but is enough to make you groan softly. He sees the moment when he brushes the right spot inside you, because you throw your head back with a moan of his name and sink down harder. His hands go to your hips, keeping you stable, letting you take control back from him as your movements get faster, harder, more desperate.

By the time you’ve worked him up to his peak again and the wave is about to crash, he’s begging under you, whining your name in a way that would be sinful in all the bad ways if he wasn’t so drunk on you. He’s loud, but he doesn’t really care, because each of his sounds is parroted back by you in that tender sweetness that makes his head spin and his chest contract. One particularly full thrust of his hips meets you halfway through your motion, and his voice cracks around your name as you clench around his dick.

Your lips never part from his, consuming him until all he can taste is your sound. It’s messy, tongues and teeth, all desperate heat and a raw desire he’s never felt before, the need to have more, more, more of you close to him. He needs to never be apart from you again, he needs you to crawl inside his chest and live there, he needs you in his arms for the rest of his life.

To Dean’s mild embarrassment, he comes first with a sloppy thrust and a loud moan that comes from deep in his chest, back arching harshly under your hands pressing into the dimples there. The wave in his stomach breaks, drowning him in desire as he pushes up into you, holding himself deep as he comes. You ride him through the aftershocks, following him only seconds later with a cry of his name and a tightening of your hands on his shoulders, fingernails leaving marks on his skin.

Dean goes limp against you afterward, body completely boneless, turning to putty under your careful hands. Not only because you always give him the best sex of his life, but because he trusts you enough to let himself be vulnerable, to let himself not be in charge, to give up that control to your capable hands. He knows you won’t turn it on him and hurt him, knows that you don’t play around when it comes to him. He lets you lay him down on the bench, still inside you, thighs trembling and hands shaky as they reach to pull you close.

“You good?” you ask when your head lands on his chest.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “Really, really good.”

You’re silent for a moment, tracing shapes on his chest. “I’m proud of you, you know.”

Dean stills. “Proud? Why?”

“You didn’t fight me this time. Didn’t try to, I don’t know, prove you’re a man like you usually do.”

You’re right, Dean realizes. For the first time since getting with you, he never once tried to take over, never once tried to get you off first, never once tried to fall back in his old ways of the man being dominant. He’d let himself fall into your rhythm, let himself get carried away by the flow of your movements, the waves of your love and care. And he’d liked it. He’d really, really liked it.

“Yeah…guess I didn’t.”

You smile, kissing the soft skin of his chest once, lazy and slow and nothing more than a mere press of lips to skin. His hand strokes mindlessly up and down your back, never bothering to move or pull out. He’ll worry about that when you decide you’re ready to head back, to get out of the heat and take your time with him somewhere nicer than a car. Right now, he’s more than happy to bask in the afterglow with you, brief reprieve of the heat outside until it inevitably becomes too sticky to be touching each other anymore. Maybe he’ll drift off for a moment, maybe he won’t; maybe he’ll just sit in the quiet and stroke your hair and your back and soak in the soft touches of your fingers on his arms. What’s certain is he’s definitely letting you lead again.

✦Chapter List✦ Chapter 1 - Morning Mist Chapter 2 - Burning Chapter 3 - Many Green Things Chapter 4 - Bigger Moons Chapter 5 - Jenga Chapter 6 - Springtime Weeds Chapter 7 - hazy Chapter 8 - butterflies and birds (6/22) (on ko-fi now!) Chapter 9 (6/29) Chapter 10 (7/6) Chapter 11 (7/13) Chapter 12 (7/20) Chapter 13 (7/27) Chapter 14 (8/3) Chapter 15 (8/10) Chapter 16 (8/17) Chapter 17 (8/23)

He cracks one eye open, squinting at you like the light personally offended him by speaking. His hair’s a mess, jaw rough with stubble, expression somewhere between annoyance and something softer he’d never admit to. “Too early,” he mutters, groaning like you’re used to hear from him. “It’s not that early.”

“Yeah? Well it feels like it.” You huff a quiet laugh, and that seems to wake him a little more. His gaze sharpens, settling properly on your face now, taking you in in a way that feels more deliberate. There it is, that shift. His hand moves—slow at first, dragging up your side, thumb brushing under your ribs under it gets to your tit. Not gentle exactly, but not rough either. He mindlessly starts to roll his thumb around your areola, creating goosebumps onto your skin. 

“You always talk this fuckin’ much in the morning?” he asks.

“Only when you’re grumpy.”

“I’m not grumpy. Being grumpy is for old shit.”

“You kind of are.” His mouth twitches at your answer, just barely. Then his hand tightens on your breast, pulling you back into him fully, and suddenly you can feel everything—the heat of him, the solid press of his body, and the unmistakable hardness against your lower back. You go still for half a second at the feeling of his cock so hard against you; not the first time you feel it but it’s always so surprising.

Ben leans in, mouth brushing against your shoulder, then your neck—lazy at first, like he’s still waking up. His stubble scratches at your skin, making you hiss quietly, your eyes closing for a second or so before opening once more.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, voice lower now. “Don’t ignore that, doll.” Your breath catches a little at his words and how he realized. “I wasn’t—” You try to defend yourself, but no need. “Mm.” His hand slides down your stomach again, slower this time, more deliberate; the pad of his fingers teasing your skin as they get above your pubic area. “Feels like you were.”

There’s a quiet edge creeping in now, something heavier under the surface.

You shift, turning more fully toward him, and his hand immediately comes up to your jaw, guiding you the rest of the way. Not rough (yet) but firm enough that you don’t miss the intent behind it. “C’mere,” he mutters and then he kisses you.

It’s not rushed, not at first. A bit slow, warm, still carrying that sleepy softness as his mouth moves against yours, hand steady on your face. You melt into it easily, one hand coming up to rest against his chest, feeling the solid muscle there, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. His lips slot themselves against yours, his stubble scratching the skin of your face now, his nose hitting your own.

For a few moments, it stays like that almost too easy for Ben and who he truly is.

Your fingers curl slightly against him, and he exhales through his nose, deepening the kiss just a little. His thumb shifts along your jaw, pressing just enough to tilt your head the way he wants. But then, it changes. Subtle at first as his grip tightens and his kiss grows heavier, less patient, more insistent as his other hand drags down your side again until it grabs your ass, pulling you closer, pressing you into him so there’s no space left between your bodies. You can feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the hard muscles under your touch, the pectorals only begging to be groped.

You feel his cock again and harder now, a bit more obvious. And this time, he doesn’t let you ignore it. “Yeah,” he mutters against your mouth, voice rougher now, less sleep and more intent. “There it is, feel that? My cock’s fuckin’ hard because of you.” Your breath comes out uneven as you shift slightly, your thigh brushing against his fat cock without meaning to. You feel the length against your leg, the tip already leaking pre-cum, wanting to be touched and played with.

He reacts instantly.

A sharp inhale, a low, almost amused sound under his breath. “Careful doll,” he says, but there’s nothing careful about the way his hand slides down to your hip, gripping tighter, groping the fat of your flesh in his palm. “You’re gonna start something very fucking icky.”

You glance up at him, trying for innocence, big eyes looking at his face. “Maybe I already did.” That earns you a look; all dark, focused and fully awake now. “Yeah? Wanna play with my cock like candy? You like playing with your food, doll?” he murmurs. And then, without warning, his hand is back on your jaw, tilting your face up again—but this time it’s firmer, fingers pressing just enough into your cheeks to make your lips part in a pout.

“Then don’t half-ass it, got it?” Your stomach flips at the words coming from Ben, your pussy getting a tickling sensation from it. There it is; that shift from soft to something else entirely.

He kisses you again, harder now, less patient, his mouth moving against yours with a kind of lazy control that somehow feels more dangerous than anything rushed. His thumb presses into your chin slightly, holding you where he wants you as his tongue pushes against your lips, forcing the passage to lick at your teeth.

You respond instinctively, leaning into him, your hand sliding down his chest and then lower to his stomach; feeling the happy-trail meeting your fingers before you tease the base of his cock. The shaft twitches against the cold of your digits, veins pulsating with want before you end up wrapping your hand around him, and he’s all hardness and warmth.

Ben stills for half a second, not stopping you. You feel the heat of his gaze more than see it, the way his body tenses under your touch, the way his breathing shifts—deeper, heavier. His hips jerks toward your hand as you just leave it there, not moving one inch as he groans.

“Yeah,” he murmurs again, quieter this time. “That’s better, doll.” Your fingers move more deliberately now, slower, testing. You move it up and down his cock at a very slow pace, fingers rubbing at the veins along the length. He exhales sharply through his nose, head tipping back slightly as his grip on your jaw loosens just enough to let you move.

“Don’t fucking tease me,” he mutters. “I’m not—” You voice back at him but he interrupts you.

“You are, silly girl.” There’s no real argument in his tone, just certainty. And then his hand slides into your hair. The grip isn’t rough but it’s not gentle either. No, it’s actually guiding. “C’mon,” he says, voice low, edged with something unmistakably commanding now. “You started this, so finish it.”

Your breath catches again, but you don’t pull away, if anything, you lean in closer. Your body moves to lay on your stomach, chest pressed against his thigh and your free hand against his happy-trail. Your big eyes look up at his face, the hand you have around his cock is lazily stroking him up and down, thumb rubbing at his slit from time to time.

His grip tightens just slightly, fingers threading more firmly in your hair, and you feel the shift in him again—that growing impatience, that controlled kind of dominance that doesn’t need to rush to feel overwhelming. Your face moves closer to his shaft before you carefully wrap your lips around his bulbous tip, tasting the musk and salt of his pre-cum. 

All you can do is keep your eyes on him as you do so, hollowing your cheek as you start to suck him off slowly. You pull away just to spit on his cock, the glob of saliva dripping all along his shaft to pool at his base, making his balls glisten. You wrap your lips around him once more, lowering your head as your tongue rolls around the girth. A hum escapes from your mouth, vibrating against Ben’s cock.

“Yeah, good girl,” he murmurs as you move your head up and down, voice rougher now. “That’s it, suck on your favorite lollipop. You like it, don’t you?” Your hands brace against him, and he watches you—really watches this time, eyes heavy-lidded but sharp, focused entirely on you. Your fingers move just to wrap around the base of his cock; the part you can’t take into your mouth due to the position. Saliva leaks all the way down his cock as you suck him off slowly, humming from time to time.

For a moment, there’s a flicker of something softer again, something almost fond into his eyes but it doesn’t last. Not when you move the way you do, not when you have your lips wrapped around his fat cock, drooling like that. Not when his grip in your hair tightens, enough to hurt and enough to guide—enough to remind you exactly who’s in control now. You hiss around his cock, eyebrows furrowing while looking at him.

“Good,” he mutters, voice dropping lower, rougher. “Just like that, don’t fucking stop. Take it deep, yeah… Go on, doll.” There’s something heavy in the way he speaks, his breathing already becoming labored. You feel it in the way he moves, the way his hand shifts from guiding to holding, the way his fingers curl into your hair, holding your head down.

“Yeah… there you go,” he says under his breath, more to himself than to you. “I love that tiny little throat of yours. So fucking tight.”

And then, when you hesitate just slightly to go deeper, he notices. Of course he does; his eyes watching you like a prey. “Told you,” he murmurs, tightening his grip just enough to make you look up at him, pulling your mouth off of his cock. “Don’t stop halfway.”

Your pulse jumps, body squirming and trying to go back at it. “I wasn’t going to—”

“You fuckin’ were. Need me to show you how to suck a cock, uh? You need me to use that little throat of yours and bury my cock inside it?” He leans back slightly, hazel eyes still locked on you, grip steady, presence overwhelming in that quiet, controlled way that makes it impossible to look anywhere else. His fingers tightens in your hair once more to push your face down against his cock again; you immediately wrap your lips around his pinkish, bulbous mushroom tip.

“Now,” he says, voice low, rough, unmistakably in charge. “Be a good girl and give him some attention, yeah?” Ben groans those words as you push his cock in your mouth, throat contracting at the intrusion; the muscle of your larynx closing around his tip. You gag, trying to pull away but he holds you firmly down, his hand on the back of your head now. Tears form at the corner of your eyes and you close them, thinking it would change anything.

Your hands move to brace against Ben’s lower-belly again, as if it would change anything. He’s nice to pull you away slightly so you can start to suck him off again, and you do. Your lips tighten their seal around his girth, feeling the veins twitching against your tongue, tasting his pre-cum on your taste buds.

“Such a good girl for me, relax that throat now, yeah?” You try to listen to him as he pushes you down once more, making you choke on his fat cock again. Ben groans at the feeling, his head hitting the headboard while his hazel eyes are locking on you. Your tongue is pressed against his base, lips wide around his shaft, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You think it wouldn’t be any worse but Ben suddenly starts to jerk his hips upward. You gasp around his shaft, eyes wide as he’s fucking your mouth.

He hiss, lifting one leg and his feet against the mattress to help him thrust his hips up. Your fingers scratch at the skin of his lower belly as he does that; his tip hitting all the way to the back of your throat. You gag, choke, feel so close to losing your breathing on his cock before he tug on your hair to pull you up. Drool immediately drips from the corner of your lips, tears have made their way to mix too. 

“Goddamn it, look at you. Icky girl, making a fucking mess on my cock. Bet y’so wet from me fucking your mouth, yeah? How does your pussy feels right now?” He groans, watching you as you try to breathe again. “Ben—” You whine out at him, voice rougher than usual. Ben’s second hand moves to your face, smearing your drool over your lips, pulling down on your chin for your mouth to open.

Then, he presses his thumb against your tongue, making you sigh through your nose. “Such a pretty mouth. M’going to fuck it, got that?”

He doesn’t even let you reply to those words before moving a hand away to wrap it around the glistening base of his cock, moving the tip to your lips. Ben smears his pre-cum around, acting like lipgloss with a strong salty flavor. “Open that mouth f’me, pretty girl.” He groans, pushing his bulbous head past your lips. You immediately stuck your tongue to meet his length, pressing it against the veins twitching from the attention. 

Ben doesn’t lose a second before thrusting in your mouth, burying his cock all the way down your throat. You gag, the muscles of your larynx closing around his shaft, squeezing him there. He hisses at the feeling, tugging onto your hair once more.

You try to accommodate to the size of him, breathing loudly through your nose as you keep drooling, saliva pooling at his base. “Fuck, good girl, keep relaxing.” He says, all the while his hips jerks up to fuck your throat. Your nails are stuck into his hips now, scratching lightly, creating red lines onto his skin. 

You can feel his tip pulsating in the back of your throat, his pre-cum flowing out of his slit just for you to taste it. You gag once more around his cock as Ben starts to slowly thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. The feeling of him so big in your mouth makes you close your eyes, new tears forming at the corners. You almost hesitate to push him away, but his grip on your hair is so tight and strong, you have no other choice but to let him fuck your mouth.

The feeling of his bulbous head rubbing against your tongue makes you choke, and that’s only then that Ben picks up the pace. He starts to push your head down onto his shaft at the same time his hips thrust up, making you cry out.

Hisses and groans leave his mouth as your throat closes around his cock again, excess of saliva making a mess as it leaks from your wet cavern and down to his cock. Threads of drool connect your lips to his base, your tears mixing with the bodily fluid. The view of your face makes Ben’s cock throb inside your mouth, the length dragging against your tongue.

The back of your throat starts to burn slightly due to the friction against your larynx, your nose pressed against the musky bush of Ben each time he thrust up, burying himself inside your mouth. You start to feel dizzy now, your breathing labored as you try to keep up with him. Salty tears are rolling to the apple of your cheeks and down to mix with the pre-cum and saliva at your chin. There’s skin-slapping noises echoing to the entire room as his balls slap against your chin, sticking there.

Ben’s body shifts upward slightly, enough for his cock to hit deeper and you swear you can feel him down your lungs which is obviously impossible; but the dizziness makes you unable to think for a moment. Loud gagging and slurping noises are created by your throat, mixed with your crying, and Ben’s praise.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. Look at that, your little throat takin’ all of me. You were made f’my cock, doll.” He groans, tip hitting the back of your throat once more before he forcefully pulls you away, tugging on your hair.

Saliva that was pooling inside your mouth leaks out, the bodily fluid drips from your chin and down to his throbbing cock. Your face is a mess now; with tears, a runny nose and drool everywhere. But the view of you, looking so depraved and messy makes Ben curse out. “What a pretty cockdrunk face you have here. All f’me, yeah? You like choking on my cock, don’t ya’?” 

He grabs his cock with his free hand again, slowly starting to stroke himself up and down with your saliva coating his cock. The noises are disgusting, squelching each time he runs his hand over his cock. His thumb rubs on top of his wet slit, smearing pre-cum and drool around, a hiss leaving his mouth. All you can do is watch, teary and blurry eyes, as Ben plays with himself for a moment that feels too long. Your throat is raw now, hurting as you gulp.

“C’mere, suck.” He says in a hiss before pushing his shaft back inside your mouth, letting a gasp escape you. The pace is immediately vigorous, his hips thrusting up like he doesn’t want to let you think about it; like fucking your mouth is the only thing important in the world in that moment. 

You gag, larynx contracting around his fat cock, a cough leaves you which makes your nose even more runny than before. All you can do in that moment is try to roll your tongue around his girth, rubbing at the veins pulsating there, waiting to be played with.

Ben pushes your head down until you have no choice but deep-throat him once more and you expect him to thrust up again, but he only keeps you there. Your nose is buried in his bush; smelling like sweat and musk altogether. Tears leave the corner of your eyes again, mixing in the bodily fluids mess on your face but you try to look up at Ben.

His eyebrows are furrowed, hazel orbs already looking at you, lips half-parted like he’s going to curse like he knows how to do so well. He licks his lips, brushing messy hair away from his forehead. “Fuck, doll—If only you could see yourself right now. ‘Bout to bust a nut inside your mouth and fill it up with my cum.” He groans, feeling your throat close around his cock, another loud gag leaving you. You try to stick your tongue out to rub it against his balls but it only makes you gag even more.

“Just relax that little mouth, let me fuck it.” He ends up saying when tugging on your hair again, a hiss of pleasure and pain escaping your mouth. But you do listen to what he says and try your best to relax your throat for him, his hips lifting up and thrusting back and forth in your mouth. Squelching noises are then created by your mouth, filled with drool, as Ben starts to fuck your throat once more.

You feel so dizzy, so disoriented now, letting him use your mouth like that.

His balls slap at your chin, sticky due to the saliva and pre-cum mixing from before. His cock is glistening with your saliva, threads of his connecting your lips, your chin and his balls. Glurp-glurp-glurp noises are loud in the room, echoing against the walls and coming back to your ears; reminding you of how perverted and icky Ben is as he fucks your mouth. His hips thrusts up faster after a moment, making you cry when his fat tip hits the back of your throat continually. All you can hear is the groans leaving Ben’s mouth after a moment.

His thrusts are uncoordinated now, a bit messy, his bush glistening with your drool and scratching your face. You look up to see him focused on your mouth and how his cock disappears inside it, how your lips tighten around his base when he buries himself all the way down your throat.

“Goddamn, s’fucking warm. You’re going to let cum down your throat, yeah? Want me to paint your mouth white, doll?” His words are mixed with panting, sweat dripping down his face from the effort of snapping his hips up to your mouth. 

You want to reply, to tell him you want his cock down your throat, that you want his cum everywhere he’d let you have it, that you’d gladly let him fill your mouth. But you can’t even mutter a word back, his shaft making you gag once more. 

But there’s a tremor in Ben’s hips now, a telltale of his orgasm being so close. He moves his free hand to your face, trembling as he tries to wipe a tear away from your cheek but to no avail, a new one follows soon enough.

“You’re so fucking pretty when you cry on my cock. That’s your favorite candy, isn’t it? Pretty girl just wants this old man’s cock.” He groans, head thrown back to the headboard for a second or so before he looks back at you, lips parted and a grunt leaving his mouth. Your tongue pushes against his girth then, trying to find a vein to tease.

It’s when Ben finally pushes both his hands on the back of your head, pushing you down on his cock all while thrusting up forcefully. You gag loudly, choke on his shaft, more tears appear at the corner of your eyes and flow out. Your hands lifts up, trying to grab at his forearms or anything but he doesn’t seem to care as he keeps fucking your mouth.

You drool, saliva making bubbles as you try your best to breathe through it all. A runny nose mixes through the bodily fluids, tears are salty on your tongue too. “Fuck, fuck—that’s it, good fucking girl. Y’gonna take it all, yeah? Swallow it for me.” You can hear the words clear, even if you feel cockdrunk now; throat raw as it keeps taking Ben down. 

His hips are messy as they thrust up and it only takes a few more jerks before Ben pushes your head down onto his cock for you to deep-throat him again; this time, you feel the warmth of his seed as he comes down your throat.

There’s so much of it, your mouth soon filled with the white creamy semen, which makes you cough suddenly. It burns your pharynx and your nose cavity as the bodily fluids go up when you cough, some of it flowing out of your nose. Ben groans at the view, keeping you right where you are for a second.

Your orbs look up at him as you swallow what you can, some of it also leaks from the corner of your mouth just to drip to Ben’s base and balls. 

When he feels like you have had enough, Ben finally tugs on your hair one last time to pull you away from his cock. You gasp, mouth wide open when you can finally breathe properly.

Your whole face is a mess; tears, runny nose, semen and drool mixing together. Two hands are moved to your cheeks, smearing everything around before you are pulled upward to meet Ben’s chest. You pant, closing your eyes for a second, brain fuzzy.

“Look at you, icky girl. Not used t’say shit like that but fuck, I’m proud of you.” You can only nod at those words, throat way too raw to speak up. Though, you look up at Ben and he is smirking, admiring the mess he made of you.

One of his thumbs moves to your lips, pushing it past them to rub at the rough texture of your tongue. You can feel the mess of your cunt inside your panties, the fabric all dampening and scratching at your puffy folds.

“At least, you’ll know to not fucking tease me anymore, right, doll? Get closer, m'going to take care of that pussy now.”

you’re so hot and heavy, grinding furiously to create as much friction as you can. it feels nice, relieves you of that desperate, unidentifiable.. thing that consumes your entire being, and is a great distraction from being infected with that pollen. your lower abdomen cramps up, and your cunt feels strangely good. although, you’re going to have to wash your pillowcases because they’re all stained with this odd fluid that leaks out of you..

(he knows what it is, though; you’re like an animal in heat. you are an animal in heat, as he watches you fuck yourself into oblivion, because this clearly isn’t enough. god, he’s been able to smell your arousal on, well, everything in the bunker. you’ve quite literally fucked anything and everything– except him).

“you okay there, kid?” dean calls out from behind you, and you stop– only momentarily. your head whips around to face him, slightly embarrassed yet not embarrassed, as he can’t seem to decide whether he should be amused or concerned.

“dean?” you reply incorrectly, though, there’s a bit more of a whimper to your voice than you’d like; can’t have him getting the wrong impression, after all. your face feels all hot as you go back to rutting, that throbbing pain building in your cunt once again. however, you keep your eyes on dean. there’s something about him that makes you feel better. “what’re you doing here? i thought–”

dean slowly enters your room, just stopping short of you on the bed. he stares at your naked body, your stained bed. you shy away from his gaze. “don’t have to be like that, now,” he’s calm– seriously calm, given your current state– and his hand strokes your hair. you hold back a moan at that. “sammy isn’t even here, kid; still tryin’ to find you a cure. c’mon– it’s just us. you can talk to me.”

you stare back at him, confused. the heat’s getting to your head and it sounds like he’s speaking gibberish. “i can’t stop it,” you ramble, eyes silently pleading. you’re about two seconds away from getting him down on the bed and grinding on him. “everything just hurts.”

“need to cum that badly?” he taunts– just lightly– fingers now entangled in your hair and jerking your head up to meet his gaze. you nod, all pathetic and worn out, though you don’t understand what dean’s asking. hell, you don’t even know what “cum” is. “want me to take care of you? lemme fill you up?”

and whilst your head is all hazy, leaving you with barely half a mind to make a reasonable decision, you know one thing; you need to be filled. it makes you deeply ashamed, your face hotter than you feel and your body tingle all over, but what you need right now is to have your wet, tight cunt filled with his cock.

“kid, d’you want me to fuck it out of you?”

his bluntness alarms you. however, with how you feel, you need it. you really need him. 

so when dean gets you pinned under him, there’s literally zero resistance from you. it’s surprising– to you– how quickly you give in. basically give yourself up like you’re a lamb to the slaughter, more than ready to accept your fate. and his own behaviour surprises you; you’d expected him to be all rough and mean, but he’s so nice to you, and so caring about you, that you’re pretty sure that you’ll go shamefully crawling back to him once you’re all better. 

“so good f’me,” he coos, softly kissing your neck as his cock stretches you out. he’s all reassurances and praises as he treats you like you’re something that’s easy to break. handle with care should be written across your ass, you decide, as his stubble gently scrapes your face. “all fuckin’ pretty and patient. gonna be real gentle, okay?”

and even though you nod feverishly, more than eager to let him ravage and fuck you into oblivion– anything to distract you from your insatiable, shameful lust– but he doesn’t. he firmly, but gently, presses his hand against your lower abdomen, just where it bulges a little from his cock. “all for you, pretty girl. just gotta promise to take it, yeah?”

you don’t really register all dean’s reassuring– how he makes sure you’re comfortable because as much as he wants to be the one to fuck that goddamn innocence out of you, he can’t, he just fucking can’t, do it when you’re in such a vulnerable place– so you just babble some nonsense, writhe under his tender hold. 

“don’t– just gotta be easy f’me..” dean’s voice sounds funny, like he’s having to restrain himself, as he pushes into you. it’s slow, agonisingly slow, until he all but bottoms out. you’re whining and squirming more than you were before. “gonna need you to stop doin’ that kid– won’t be able to last– can’t help my pretty girl if she’s doin’ all that.”