-smut, soft dom!pastbenji switch!pastwife, public, slight kinks
The sun hangs high over the secluded clearing, filtering through oak leaves in golden shafts that dapple the grass. Benji spreads out the old plaid blanketâthe one that's been in his trunk since spring. His girlfriend sets down the cooler with a satisfied sigh, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair.
"This spot is tight," she says, looking around at the ring of trees that shields them from the hiking trail. "How'd you even find this place?"
"Me and the guys used to come out here in high school," Benji says, pulling out sandwiches wrapped in plastic wrap and a couple of Snapple bottles. "It's pretty chill. Nobody ever comes back this far."
She settles onto the blanket cross-legged, her denim skirt riding up her thighs. The radio from Benji's car is still playing faintly in the distanceâsome Matchbox Twenty song drifting through the summer air. She takes the peach Snapple he offers and twists it open with a satisfying crack.
"Dude, I'm so glad we did this," she says, taking a long drink. "Work has been killing me lately. My manager is such a tool."
"For real?" Benji unwraps a turkey sandwich and hands her half. "What's he doing now?"
"Just being all up in my business about my schedule. Like, I told him I needed next weekend off, and he's acting like it's this huge deal." She rolls her eyes. "Whatever. I'm not even thinking about that right now."
Benji grins, reaching over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's my girl. Just us today, babe. No work, no drama."
They eat in comfortable silence for a while, passing a bag of Doritos back and forth. A breeze rustles through the clearing, carrying the scent of wild grass and summer heat. She lies back on the blanket, one arm thrown over her eyes.
"We should do this more often." she murmurs.
Benji finishes his sandwich and lies down next to her, propping himself up on one elbow. "Yeah? You wanna make this like a regular thing?"
"For sure." She peeks at him from under her arm, smiling. "I mean, if you're not sick of me yet."
"Sick of you?" He laughs, trailing his fingers along her bare arm. "Baby, I'm thinking the opposite."
She turns onto her side to face him, her expression softening. "Yeah? What are you thinking?"
He's quiet for a moment, his fingers still tracing lazy patterns on her skin. The radio shifts to something by Coldplay, and he can hear birds calling somewhere in the trees.
"I've been thinking about us a lot lately," he says finally. "Like... where this is going."
Her eyes search his face. "Where do you want it to go?"
"Honestly?" He takes a breath. "I want everything with you. The whole deal."
"The whole deal," she repeats, a smile tugging at her lips. "What's that look like?"
"I don't know, like..." He gestures vaguely with his free hand. "Getting a place together. Something small at first, maybe an apartment near the beach if we can swing it. I'm thinking about going back to school, getting my degree finished. And you'd be there, you know? Coming home to you every day."
She reaches up and touches his face, her thumb brushing his cheekbone. "That sounds really good, Benji."
"Yeah?" His voice is hopeful. "Because I've been thinking even further than that. Like, way down the road. Marriage and stuff. Maybe kids someday."
Her breath catches slightly. "Well we already know we're getting married....but you think about us having kids?"
"All the time, babe." He leans down and kisses her forehead. "I know it's insanely early to be talking about this, but I can't help it. When I picture my future, you're in every part of it."
She's quiet for a moment, and he worries he's said too much, moved too fast. But then she's pulling him down to her, kissing him softly.
"I think about it too," she whispers against his lips. "All of it. The life together. You."
"Yeah." She kisses him again, deeper this time. "I want that future with you. I want everything."
Benji's heart is pounding as he cups her face in his hands. "You're so beautiful, you know that? Like, I look at you and I can't believe you're mine."
"I'm yours," she confirms, her fingers sliding into his hair. "Completely yours, baby."
The kiss that follows is different from the ones beforeâcharged with something more than just affection. It's promise and desire and the weight of the future they've just painted together. Her lips part under his, and he tastes peach Snapple and summer and everything he's ever wanted.
His hand slides down her side, feeling the curve of her waist through her thin tank top. She arches into his touch, making a soft sound in the back of her throat that drives him crazy.
"Benji," she breathes when they break apart. Her pupils are dilated, her lips swollen. "I want you."
"Out here?" He glances around, but they're completely alone, surrounded by trees and birdsong and privacy.
"Out here," she confirms, pulling him back down. "Right now. I need you."
He groans against her mouth, his body responding instantly to her words. "Fuck, babe. You're gonna kill me."
"Then die happy," she teases, her hands already working at the hem of his shirt.
He helps her pull it over his head, tossing it aside on the blanket. Her fingers trace over his chest, his stomach, making him shiver despite the heat. He returns the favor, sliding his hands under her tank top and pushing it up slowly, revealing smooth skin and a pink bra that makes his mouth go dry.
"This is so hot," he murmurs, kissing down her neck. "You're so fucking hot, baby."
She lifts her arms and lets him remove her top completely. The sun warms her exposed skin, and she looks like something out of a dream lying there beneath him, her hair spread out on the plaid blanket.
"Touch me," she whispers, guiding his hand to her breast.
He palms her through the bra, feeling her nipple harden under his touch. She gasps, her back arching, and he takes the opportunity to reach around and unhook the clasp. The bra falls away, and he just stares for a moment, overwhelmed by how perfect she is.
"Don't just look," she says breathlessly. "Please, Benji."
He lowers his mouth to her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue before sucking gently. She cries out, her fingers tightening in his hair, and he can feel her hips moving restlessly beneath him.
"That feels so good," she moans. "Oh my god."
He lavishes attention on both breasts, kissing and sucking and teasing until she's writhing under him, her thighs pressing together. His hand slides down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, and he looks up at her questioningly.
"Yes," she says immediately. "Yes, take it off."
He unzips the skirt and slides it down her legs along with her underwear, leaving her completely naked on the blanket. The sight of her like thisâbare and wanting and hisâmakes his cock throb almost painfully in his jeans.
"You're so wet already," he says in wonder, his fingers sliding through her folds. "Fuck, sweetheart."
"I've been wet since we started talking about our future," she admits, her cheeks flushing. "Thinking about you, about us... it turns me on so much."
"That's so fucking hot." He circles her clit with his thumb, watching her face as pleasure washes over it. "You like thinking about being mine forever?"
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, I love it. I love you."
"I love you too, baby. So much." He slides two fingers inside her, and she clenches around him immediately, her hips bucking up.
He works his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. His thumb stays on her clit, rubbing in steady circles, and within minutes she's trembling, her thighs shaking.
"I'm gonna come," she warns, her voice high and desperate. "Don't stop, please don't stopâ"
"Come for me," he urges. "Let me feel it, babe."
She shatters with a cry, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash through her. He works her through it, murmuring praise and encouragement until she's boneless and panting beneath him.
"Holy shit," she breathes, her eyes glazed.
"We're not done yet," he promises, sitting back to unbutton his jeans.
She watches hungrily as he strips off the rest of his clothes, her gaze fixing on his hard cock when it springs free. "Come here," she says, reaching for him. "I need you inside me."
He settles between her spread thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her entrance. "You sure about this? Out here?"
"I've never been more sure of anything." She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Benji. Make me yours."
He pushes inside in one slow thrust, and they both groan at the sensation. She's so tight and wet and perfect around him, and he has to pause for a moment to keep from losing control immediately.
"You feel so good," he grits out. "So fucking good, baby."
"Move," she pleads, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Please move."
He starts to thrust, finding a steady rhythm that has her moaning with each stroke. The blanket shifts beneath them, and somewhere overhead a bird calls, but all he can focus on is herâthe feel of her body, the sounds she's making, the way she's looking at him like he's everything.
"Harder," she begs. "I can take it, baby. Give it to me harder."
He obliges, snapping his hips faster, driving deeper. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the clearing, mixing with their moans and gasps. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and he can't resist leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth again.
"Oh fuck, yes, just like thatâ" She's babbling now, lost in pleasure. "Your cock feels so good, Benji. So deep inside me."
"You're mine," he growls against her skin. "Say it. Say you're mine."
"I'm yours," she cries out. "All yours, baby. Only yours."
He can feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine, but he's determined to make her come again first. He reaches between them, finding her clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm gonnaâ" Her whole body goes taut, and then she's coming again, even harder than before. Her pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice, and the sensation is too much.
"Fuck, babe, I'm comingâ" He manages to gasp out a warning before he's spilling inside her, his hips jerking erratically as pleasure whites out his vision.
They collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both breathing hard. He's still inside her, and he can feel their combined release starting to leak out. It should probably gross him out, but instead it just feels rightâintimate and real and theirs.
"That was insane," she finally says, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. "Like, seriously. That was intense."
He laughs, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Yeah? Good intense?"
"The best intense." She turns her head to look at him, her eyes soft. "I meant what I said, you know. About wanting that future with you. All of it."
"I know." He kisses her properly, slow and sweet. "Me too, sweetheart. Me too."
They lie there for a while longer, naked and tangled together on the picnic blanket, the summer sun warming their skin. The radio is still playing faintly in the distance, and Benji thinks he's never been happier than he is in this momentâwith this girl, in this place, with their whole future stretching out before them like the clear blue sky above.
"We should probably cover up," she says eventually, though she makes no move to do so. "Before someone comes by."
"In a minute," Benji murmurs, pulling her closer. "Just let me hold you a little longer."
She smiles and settles against his chest, her fingers laced with his. "Okay, nice guy. A little longer."
And in that secluded clearing in the summer, the promise of forever in their hearts, they hold each other and dream of all the tomorrows to come.
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