ben catches you humping your soldier boy pillow….. !

mdni. 18+

the apartment was quiet, ben had just gotten back from a late training session with the team, his muscles still humming with residual adrenaline. he’d expected to find you reading or scrolling through your phone, maybe already asleep. what he found instead made him freeze in the doorway.

the dim lamplight painted your body in warm shadows. you were sprawled across the bed face-down, your hips grinding into the pillow beneath you—his pillow. the one with his face printed on it, a promotional stunt vought had pushed out last year that he'd thought was ridiculous but you'd kept anyway.

your fingers were gripping the edges of the pillowcase, knuckles white as you rolled your hips in slow deliberate circles. a soft breathy moan escaped your lips, muffled against the fabric.

he didn't move. didn’t speak. just leaned his shoulder against the doorframe and watched.

your shorts were bunched around your thighs, the damp fabric of your pink underwear clearly visible as you pressed yourself against the pillow again and again. your legs were spread just enough to give him a perfect view of the way your ass clenched with each thrust.

"mmmf…. ben.. “ you whispered into the pillow, your voice strained. "god, yes..."

his cock twitched behind his jeans. he reached down palming himself through the denim, not bothering to be quiet about it.

the sound of his zipper made you freeze.

every muscle in your body locked up as you turned your head eyes wide, face flushed. your lips were parted with a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the pillowcase.

"dont stop caus’ me, honey.”

his voice was rough, a command that left no room for argument. he pulled his cock out already half-hard and wrapped his hand around the shaft. the sight of him towering in the doorway stroking himself while staring at you like prey—sent a jolt of electricity through your core.

"b-ben… i-“

"i said don't stop." he stepped into the room, his boots heavy on the hardwood floor. "you were into it a second ago. dont get shy on me now."

he sat down in the armchair by the window, the leather creaking under his weight. his hand moved along his length slow and deliberate as his eyes locked onto yours.

"go on.” he growled. "show me what you were doin’.”

your body moved before your brain could catch up driven by a mix of embarrassment and arousal. you lowered yourself back onto the pillow, the material still warm and damp from before. the pressure against your clit sent a shudder through your thighs.

"yeaaah... just like that." his voice was a low rumble barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing. "grind that pretty cunt against my face."

every movement pressed your clit against the printed fabric, the friction making your hole clench around nothing.

his hand moved in time with you, the wet sounds of his palm sliding along his shaft filled the room mixing with your soft moans and the faint creak of the bedsprings.

a low approving growl rumbled from his chest. "that's it.. baby. keep goin’ dont you dare cum until I tell you to."

the command made your thighs tremble. you pressed your face into the pillow, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that still lingered on the fabric and continued your rhythm imaging bens cock snug in your guts. the pressure was building coiling tight in your belly but you held back, waiting for his permission.

ben stood up, his boots clicking against the floor as he crossed the room. the bed dipped under his weight as he knelt behind you close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"look at you..” he clicked his tongue. "humpin’ a pillow like a bitch in heat. and it's my face you're rubbing that wet pussy against."

his hand came down on your ass cheek, a sharp stinging slap that made you cry out. the pain bloomed into pleasure and you thrust harder against the pillow.

you could see his hard cock in your peripheral vision—the slick glistening length of him, the way his muscles bunched with each stroke. the sight was enough to push you closer to the edge.

"mmf- can i cum daddy? please! feels so good on my pussy…”

"fuckin’ drench that pillow.” he laughed.

the command shattered you. your orgasm ripped through your body, a tidal wave of heat and pleasure that made your vision go white. you whimpered his name- a broken desperate sound as your hips bucked wildly against the pillow, riding out the waves of ecstasy. slick sputtered from your heat, dripping down your thighs and leaving a stain on the cotton.

behind you ben groaned. his hand moved faster until you felt it—hot thick ropes of cum splattering across your lower back and the curve of your ass. he cursed a string of filthy words as he painted your skin with his release.

he leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back, his lips brushing your ear with that million dollar smirk.

his laughter is soft but broken, hands spanning up to grip your hips like handles. the kind of cooing that makes your stomach both twist and flutter. his heavy hips plunge into yours while you jerk away and gasp like you can’t help it. but he doesn’t let you get far at all. he’ll let you move just to drag you back by your ankle, both of you knowing you don’t really want him to stop. he pulls you back towards him with a low chuckle, fingers delicate as they descend between your legs.

condescending in his care, dick pouts when you whine and will remind you how much you’d beg for it. his words and his chuckles echo in the corners of your mind as he ruins you for the nth time.

“but you were so adamant on needing me before, hmm?” “you can give me another.” “take what you begged for.” “right there? god, you’re so precious.” “such a needy thing.”

you don’t know what to do with the feelings he’s creating.

he makes the same sounds as you just to amplify yours. mouth gaping at the same time as you to mimic and mock. he repeats the movements, the same defeating thrusts over and over until you’re a sobbing mess. his fingers rubbing tightly on the sensitive nub, not stopping even when you grasp at him and drag your nails down desperately. dick moans loud and proud, the sound like symphony to your ears. he fucks you deeper then, drilling like a man on a mission.

then he’ll kiss the tears on your cheeks, getting more worked up by the salty taste when a low groan slips his lips. but he’ll smile proud when you shatter, just to do it all over again.

mechanic!dean x single!mom!reader

synoposis ⸝ ⸝ the hot new neighbour moves in next door and his first stop in town is your bakery, where he learns two things. one: he needs to up his game at pronouncing ridiculous dessert names, and two: you are one very good-looking single mother.

warnings ⸝ ⸝ none; just fluff, not really proofread, mechanic!dean and single!mom!reader’s first time meeting ♡

You’re already up at seven in the morning, boxing cupcakes, assorted macarons, and other sweet treats for another round of pickup orders today whilst triple checking the labels for every one to make sure it’s the right order for the right customer. Then, the sound of a car engine is heard rumbling down the street—louder, closer, until you’re pretty sure you can’t even hear your own thoughts anymore. And then, the engine gets cut. Other people on the block seem to have spot the newbie too already. Your daughter perks her head up from her spot at the kitchen island, spoon full of cereal halfway to her mouth when she drops it back into the bowl, eyes wide and curious. “Mommy, look!” The five-year-old gasps dramatically, “We have a new neighbour!”

“Huh.” That’s all you say in response—more so to yourself as you look out the window to see a ‘67 Black Chevy Impala pull into the driveway of the house next door to yours that’s been long vacant since you’d moved here—which was some time ago. “Well, that’s somethin’ new.”

The driver steps out a second later. Tall. Broad shoulders. Worn jeans hanging low on his hips and a black tee that clung tightly to his solid figure in a way that honestly feels disrespectful to a town where half the women are divorced or have been without partner for as long as they can remember. (A little ironic you think when you pretend not to hear the backhanded pity from the same women for being a single, never married mom at twenty something years old. How different are you from them, really?)

And it was in that moment the entire town lost their collective minds.

☆ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ࣪ ⋆ ٫٫

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