ヤバイ。

She dreaded today. It's Ben's 40th birthday and she is still mad at him for multiple reasons: treating her like a child, allegedly saving her pictures, not talking to her, and dating Clara. The last reason was more of a petty one, but still logical. That woman ruined her parents' marriage and made her miss out on a relatively normal childhood. So there she stands in front of her mirror in her room, hair curled, makeup done, and dress fitted to her form. Realistically, she didn't want anything to do with Ben at all. Maybe she would prove her immaturity and throw a fit, smash the cake her mom ordered, spill her drink on Clara's inevitable expensive dress- The options are endless. 

No, instead she decides on the silent treatment like he did to her for three months. Why the hell should she even be bothered by something like this? He was her dad's best friend and clearly no friend of hers. Yet, he would let her yap into the night and banter back and forth with her. Ben always listened, even if he didn't reply or had something gross to say. He remembered her favorite flavor of ice cream and her favorite movies. Ben would drive out just to hang out with her. Thinking about all that made her eyes water and heart ache. “He's just a stupid old man.” She sniffles, turning to exit her room and go downstairs. 

She also didn't tell her parents what transpired last week in the alleyway in the city. They didn't need to know that she felt so strongly about their friend. Yeah, their friend. NOT. HERS. She turns her nose up at some of the guests that have arrived early to help set up decor. They did nothing to warrant her childish behavior, but if she was the “kid” most of them claimed her to be, she would act the part. A spoiled brat. 

More people trickle in as the hour passes but still no sign of the birthday boy. Maybe he thinks he's above everyone and their nice gesture. Seems like an arrogant enough thing for Ben to do. Or maybe Clara persuaded him not to go because she's a homewrecking, wicked bitch. Her pussy couldn't be that good. What was so special about her anyway?! She's so fake and clever mouthed, always starting shit and selfish! 

“_______, don't you look so cute all dolled up.” 

Speak of the actual fucking devil. She turns around, forcing a smile. “Thanks for coming, Clara.” She doesn't even acknowledge Ben whose gaze is strong on her. “You look nice, too. How was that jam by the way?” 

“Delicious! I was right about your little market and finding hidden treasures.” The saturation of superficial courtesy is thick as it is repulsive in Clara's voice. There is a brief moment of silence between the three, as if she is waiting for something. “Are you not going to wish Benjamin a happy birthday?” She grabs onto his arm and smiles wider. 

The other woman looks Ben up and down. Nope. She ignores Clara and turns her back on the pair, walking away to join others outside. Not that there were a whole lot of others to tag along with. As if today couldn't get any worse, obnoxiously loud music booms through the air as Kevin and some of his entourage rip into the horseshoe driveway. “You've gotta be fucking kidding me.” She mutters under her breath and quickly marches over to the driveway. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” She hisses, the look in her eyes full of alarm. 

“You said party, yeah? I don't give two shits if old sergeant dickhead is here! Let's party!” The podcaster leaps out of his Jeep Wrangler and tries to lean in for a kiss from his beloved girlfriend. 

“Not that kind of party, Moskowitz!” Don comes out of the house, face redder than a tomato and a shotgun in his hands. “I thought I fucking told you I ever see you ‘round my daughter or these parts-” he quickly loads the gun, aiming it at the young man, “I'd blast your fuckin' shit clean off!!” 

Kevin raises his hands up, the grin still on his face. “Oh. _______ hasn't told you?” He looks toward her and raises his brows. “We're dating.” 

Don's temper boils over as he lowers the gun and looks over at his guilt ridden daughter. “Stay right fucking there.” He points to Kevin and his crew before grabbing his daughter by the arm and yanking her into the house and off into the laundry room. “What the FUCK!? You're dating that stupid son of a bitch!? After he and his merry band of fuckheads tried to fucking kill you!? I thought maybe you were smarter than that. Turns out you really are stupid. After all this time that I've been working on my end, trying to keep the peace, trying to build a relationship with you and your mother again, you go and fucking do this!!” 

Her lips part to say something and she's already crying, again. How the hell can she explain her way out of this? She can't. “I forgave him.” Her excuse is pathetic just as the whimper that spills from her mouth. 

Her father takes a deep breath, going in to yell but stops himself. He shakes his head, looking down and muttering something about how she's too soft like her mother. Except, it wasn't that. She was lying to save her own ass from more trouble than it was worth. “You know what? I'm sorry. You're… You’re not stupid. You just have a horrendous type of men and make stupid decisions.” he pauses for a moment before continuing. “If he treats you good and doesn't hurt you, then that is all that matters. But don't twist my words.” His sharp, blue eyes glance up at his daughter. “He does not have my blessing to marry you. I will not have a moronic shithead for a son in law.” 

The tears stop and her brows draw together in sudden confusion. That's what he got out of it? She was glad that he corrected himself and was able to calm down (for the most part), but the emotional whiplash made her want to get a drink. So that is what she did. After awkwardly thanking her dad, she goes out to the kitchen to grab herself a mixed drink. She can hear her dad yelling at Kevin that he can stay but only by the grace of her presence and has to be out by 10 PM. Great. 

She makes her way outside, very strong drink in hand and already halfway done with it. Her soul just about crawls out of her skin as soon as she feels Kevin wrap his arm around her waist. Suddenly, she wished her dad would have yelled at her and maybe gave a warning shot to Kevin and his dumb ass clique. 

“Where'd you get this dress, babe? You look sexy.” Kevin buries his nose into her neck and nips at her flesh. 

“Ben? Dear? What's wrong? Do you see something you don't like?” Clara stands in front of Ben, trying to get his attention away from whatever he was looking at. She notices that his hand is crushing the beer can he holds and his jaw is tight. “Relax, it is your birthday. There is no reason to be angry-” 

“I'm not.” Ben snaps, his gaze heated. “Need more booze.” He downs the rest of his beer and tosses the can into a recycle bin that had been set up. 

Truth be told, Ben was seething. What had happened last week and now? He was only trying to protect her and she's acting like a brat. The slap across his face he had received still stings in his mind and this game of back and forth was getting old. He didn't care anymore. Ben walks toward the pair and bumps his shoulder into hers on purpose. He makes sure to give a nasty glance to Kevin. 

Over the course of the night, it becomes a game of who can out imp who. 

Ben: 

Bumping shoulders to be rude 

Spitting in her drink

“Accidentally” pulling her hair 

Almost shoving her down the hill 

Cutting in front of her 

Ignoring her glares 

Putting a cigarette out on her food along with dusting it with the ash

Making out with Clara 

Her: 

Spilling Ben's drink on purpose 

“Accidentally” turning on the sprinklers

Licking his food

Hacking a snot wad into his beer 

Cutting him off 

Insulting Clara in passing comments 

Letting Kevin drape himself on her

Grabbing the drink he had reached for

Some of the guests gathered around were starting to notice the childish antics. Don and Susie were getting annoyed with both their daughter and Ben. They threw this party for him and he was more interested in playing a game of who can be more petty. Truthfully, it was more amusing to him than whatever the fuck nonsense Clara was going on about, and even this party. The more they drank, the grittier the game got. 

Then came cake time… 

Susan brings out paper plates, utensils, napkins and whipped cream to compliment one of the dessert shots that someone had brought. Her daughter had other ideas. She wasn't going to smash Ben's face into his cake, as much as she would love to. That would result in everyone being upset and that wasn't her goal. Sure, she had acted childish all night, but it was to irk Ben and “ruin” his 40th birthday. Her antics were doing quite the opposite unbeknownst to her. To him, it was one of the best birthdays he had in a while. 

Clara, of course, had to make herself front and center with Ben. Most of the friends that showed up looked annoyed at the woman's persistence to be with him at all points in time. As everyone started to sing happy birthday, Don's daughter was in the kitchen with the spare whipped cream emptying the can onto a plate she crafted to resemble a pie dish. She made the excuse to Kevin that she needed to be in air conditioning and check her phone for something. There was nothing more that she would have loved than to spill dark red wine on Clara's pristine white party dress, but today wasn't about her. 

She exits the kitchen through the front door of the house to carefully make her way around. If she would have traveled through the crowd of at least 50 guests, the gig would have been over faster than she could say uncle. 

“Where is _____?” Susie leans over to Don as the singing finishes. 

Her ex husband shrugs and starts to help cut cake and dish it out. “Hopefully not having sex with that brainless twit Moskowitz.” That earns him a soft slap to his shoulder and he chuckles. “I don't know. She seems mad at Ben for some reason. It's not hard to notice with the bullshit they both have been pulling on each other.” 

Susan shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Just like you when she's mad at someone. Won't let it go until she's had the last laugh.” 

“Ha! Yeah, that's my daughter. She's also way too soft like you and forgives too easily “ Don hands her a larger slice of cake and stares into her eyes for a moment. “Susie…” he starts, feeling sheepish all of a sudden. “It's been… It’s been really nice having you back. Having us together as a family.” 

Susan looks down at her piece of cake and nods, giving a wry smile. “It has been a wonderful few months. I've missed you both terribly and I'm proud that you've cut down on your drinking and have been working on that temper.” 

“Same goes to you with your booze intake. Being away from Lawrence helps, doesn't it? Not listening to him drone on and on about how his life sucks?” He raises his brows. 

That gets a dry chuckle from her and she sighs. “I think Lawrence needs to reconcile with his ex wife. Maybe…. Maybe things will turn out like they have with us.” She cautiously reaches over and takes Don's hand in her own, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

The two are taken out of their tender moment as Clara lets out a rather unnecessary dramatic scream. Their attention turns to their daughter who sinks her fingers into Ben's arm, turning him around and smashing a whipped cream pie into his face. 

“HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, ASSHOLE!!” 

She laughs hard, pointing at Ben as the whipped cream drips off of his face. The alcohol in her system only makes things 10x funnier. She doesn't give a shit who judges or what trouble she will be in later as this was her just desserts… Or so she thinks. 

Ben sets his cake down, grabbing a handful of napkins and wiping his face. “Back off.” He growls at Clara when she tries to baby him. “I got it.” 

“That little rat has been a bitch all night to you and no one has done a thing!” Clara's hawk-like gaze pinpoints on Ben's assailant and her eyes narrow. “Maybe she deserves to be taught a lesson.” She feels Ben grab her upper arm to hold her back. 

“This ain't your issue, Clara.” He releases her, a smirk forming on his lips as he walks toward the young woman who pied him. “I need to use the bathroom.” He bends over, removing the 12 cans of beer sitting in a large cooler of mostly melted ice. “So does she.” Ben lifts the cooler and dumps it all over Don's daughter. 

A shriek of surprise escapes her as cold water descends on her. That helped break her buzz and her arms wrap around herself as her teeth chatter. “What the hell!?” 

“Hey!” Kevin stomps over, puffing his chest out and frowning at Ben. He was acting like he was gonna do something to show he “cared” 

The Veteran shakes his head and sighs before throwing a hard swing at Kevin. His fist lands directly in the center of the other man's face, knocking him to the ground. No one batted an eye at the punch and Don whooped in support at the hit. Ben walks over to the shivering girl, ignoring Clara and grabbing the girl by her arm to drag her into the house. “Don't fuckin play games you can't win, doll.” 

“Let go!! Let me go!!” She squirms under his grasp. The air conditioning chills her skin further, making her jaw clench. She hears Ben say something about giving them both a few minutes before she's shoved toward the stairs. “Stop it! Okay you fucking won!!” She growls and tries to slip out of Ben's grip. “Let go, asshole!! AGH!” As soon as they are upstairs, she's tossed into the bathroom. Her bathroom. 

“You wanna tell me why the fuck you've been acting like a bitch?” Ben walks in, towering over her. The door closes behind him and he turns the lock. “Why you've been giving me the cold shoulder after I tried protecting you? After I’ve been helping you get out of here?” 

“You're drunk.” 

“That's not what I asked.” His fingers sink into the plush flesh of her cheeks and his eyes burn into hers. 

“Fuck you, Ben. I don't ignore someone important to me for THREE MONTHS just because I had a weird moment with them in the kitchen.” She whines, still resisting his grip. 

“I don't wander downtown by myself as a vulnerable young person!” He forces her to sit on the toilet seat, letting her face go and trapping her there. What she said was starting to get to him. He knew he was important to her, but he wasn't aware of how much. 

“And I-I don't save lewd pictures of someone I claim that I'm helping!!” Her arms are wrapped around herself again and eyes full of tears. The silence between them is uncomfortably loud and stares intense. 

Ben nods, running a hand down his sticky beard and licking his lips. “Fine.” He mutters, thinking to himself for a second. “Okay. Here's what's gonna happen, you're gonna tell me why you've been acting up all night and I'll let you go. We won't speak of it anymore and I'll stop supporting your little page.” 

“That's not what I want.” She swallows thickly. 

“What do you want?” 

“Stop treating me like a child.” Her voice softens and tears slide down her rosy cheeks. 

The sight of her tears breaks Ben and he is unable to hold back anymore. His hand grabs her jaw, hoisting her to her feet and closing the gap between them. As soon as their lips meet, she melts into him with her hands gripping onto his shirt. This is what they both wanted. The kiss is a mess of tongues and teeth, desperation in each gasp of breath. 

“You wanna be an adult so bad.” Ben pulls away, “But you sure as shit don't fuckin act like it, do you?” He pulls the skirt of her dress up, giving her chilled ass a hard slap. “Need someone to keep you in line.” He smacks her ass another 3 hard smacks, finding it cute that she's trying hard to hold back her whimpers. 

“Ben-” She whines, feeling him slip her panties from her hips. The lacy white fabric pools around her ankles and she's spun around, her front squished against the wall. 

“Ass out. Now.” He orders, hiking her dress to her waist. “Hold it.” 

She quickly grabs the skirt, covering her mouth with her free hand as Ben gives more spankings. The heat of his smacks against her tender flesh warming her body from the earlier cold. “Mm!” Her eyes squeeze shut and arousal builds in her core. 

“Not so tough now, are you? Icky little girl. Look at this-” Ben slips his fingers between her legs and rubs her pussy. He groans at how wet she is and he hadn't even done much to her. “All that fuss and you're fuckin wet.” He notices her back dip a little and hips push back against his fingers in desperation for more friction. “Ah ah.” He gives her pussy a quick slap before bringing his hand down on her ass another 5 times. “Bad girls don't get what they want.” 

She turns back around, seeking his kiss again despite his words. The fire that had been stoked slowly inside of her now roared in a blaze. This was wrong, both of their partners were outside and here they were touching, kissing and grinding. She is on his lap now, riding his thigh as he's sat on the toilet seat. “Did you do it? Masturbate to my pictures?” She whimpers as the rough material of his jeans feels so good against her clit. 

“What the fuck do you think?” His hands grip her hips tightly, lips hungrily capturing hers and cock strained in his pants. “That sweet little bush you've got drives me fucking crazy. Don't you dare fucking shave that.” He growls, nipping at her neck where Kevin did earlier. 

Her breath hitches slightly at the feeling of his teeth sinking into her flesh. She made a mental note not to shave despite Kevin demanding so. Fuck what he thought, she only cared about what Ben wanted. “I was staring at you that day when you were fixing up your friend's motorcycle. Wanted to bite your fucking shoulders. Drag my nails down your back.” She bites his ear, earning her a shove off him. 

“On the toilet. Spread those fucking legs.” Ben snaps. “Now.” He stands up, a small stain of precum visible if inspected close enough through his pants. 

She quickly obeys, sitting on the toilet seat and spreading her legs. Normally, she would have been embarrassed to be doing such lascivious activities, but she still had some liquid courage flowing through her. “Oh my god-” she covers her mouth as Ben buries his face between her legs, sucking her clit and slurping at her pussy. “Ben! Shit! Oh my god!!” She tries to keep quiet, but it feels too good. Kevin used his fingers sometimes, but never his mouth. Thought it was “gross”. 

“Mmmm fuck, you taste even better than that fuckin cake.” Ben drags the flat of his tongue along her labia before flicking it against her clit. His eyes glance up to her with his pupils blown out. “She's so wet for me.” He leans forward again, making out with her pussy and moaning. 

Small whimpers are hushed by her hand as she tries her best to keep it down. One of her hands rests on his head, fingers tangled in his dark blonde locks. The door is locked, but it was still suspicious that the two had been gone for as long as they were. “Ben.” She gives a tug to his hair and holds back a yelp as one of his strong arms wraps around her thigh, pulling her impossibly close to his face. Her hips squirm slightly as she feels his tongue slither inside of her cunt. The whimpers from behind her palm grow louder as his nose bumps against her clit and beard scrapes the flesh of her thighs. 

He pulls away, licking his lips and chuckling. “Imagine your daddy walking in here on us. How disgusted he would be seeing his best friend's fingers stuffed in his daughter's cunt.” He watches her lips part as he does just that, pushing his fingers into her pussy. 

“Oh fuck!” She gasps, hips swiveling and walls clenching around two of his thick fingers. Her eyes roll at the motions of his digits dragging in and out. He was hitting spots that she couldn't reach and Kevin wouldn't. Though, Kevin didn't want to stick anything but his dick in her anyway. That wouldn't happen. Not as long as Ben was around. “Ah! Mmn!” Her hips move along with his fingers. 

“You'd like that wouldn't you? Someone walking in and not even fucking caring. What a slut.” Ben drives his fingers faster, watching as her pussy clenches around them and her breasts rise and fall in rapid succession from panting. “Bet that man child shit head has never touched you like this. I've seen the video and how you gobble a cock down.” 

“He doesn't.” She moans, eyes closed for just a second before she's given a sharp slap to her pussy. A yelp escapes her and her eyes fall back to his gaze. 

“You look at me when I'm playing with your cunt. With my cunt. This isn't Korbin's or whatever the fuck his name is. Not anymore.” He slowly glides his fingers in and out, not giving her satisfaction. Ben sees the fire in her eyes and willingness to obey despite her bratty behavior. He would just have to break that in. “Who's pussy is this?” 

She gives him a small smirk, “Mine- Mm!” that earns her another harsh slap to her cunt. “It's mine!” Another spank. 

“Try again.” Ben doesn't slip his fingers back in. “Who does this pussy belong to?” 

“Me! Fuck!!” She cries out, shoulders tensing up from an even harder smack to her puffy cunt. “Just ‘cus it's your birthday doesn't mean it's yours.” Her eyebrows flick up for a brief moment followed by a breathy giggle. 

Oh, she still wanted to play. “Yeah, you're not fucking cumming. Brats don't get to nut.” Ben stands up and points to the ground. “On your knees.” 

A knock at the door has them both freeze for a moment. Both of their gazes fall to the jiggling door handle and a loud sigh is heard. Once the footsteps grow faint, Ben is pulled into another bruising kiss. They had definitely run out of time for anything else as someone was going to have that door unlocked. 

“Wait.” She pulls away, breathless. Her room was right there and she had a lock on it. “My room.” She pulls his arm, unlocking the bathroom door and leading him to her room. Once they were inside and that door was locked, Ben was on her again. He has her pinned to the wall, grinding his aching cock against her and stuck in a sloppy make out session. 

Deciding to be nice and because of time anxiety, she stops kissing him and drops to her knees. She looks up at him with her pretty, big eyes as she unbuckles his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. When she pulls him free from the confines of his pants, her eyes fly open. He was massive; long and girthy. She wastes no time, relaxing her jaw and swallowing him like a snake. If there was one thing she thanked Kevin for, it was teaching her the proper way to deep throat. Although, his size was nothing in comparison to Ben. 

“Oh fuck, baby.” He grabs her hair, carding his hand through her long strands. “You like gobbling down cock like a good little slut.” 

Her cunt pulses at his words, wishing that he would have let her come earlier. Too bad she decided to be a brat. She begins to gag on his cock as she moves her head back and forth. Her hands grip his strong thighs and eyes are looking up at him. The noises coming from her throat are absurd and vile in the best way as she takes him in her throat. She wants to be used by him and only him. Though the night started off a bit rough, she couldn't help but cherish this perverse moment in time. If there hadn't been so many people and her parents weren't around, she would have let Ben fuck and deflower her. 

“Shit, that fucking throat.” He licks his lips, thrusting his hips and not giving her a chance to breathe. “That's it. Keep sucking that cock like it's your last fuckin meal. Good fucking girl. Taking me so well.” Ben pulls out of her throat, watching her sputter and gasp for air. After a second longer than he would have liked, Ben crams himself back down her throat and moves his hips, fucking her face. “I can only imagine what that little pussy would feel like. Better than any I've had.” He picks up the pace, taking delight in her mascara running down her face and mixing with the snot, tears, and spit. 

She is given another moment of reprieve, her face an absolute mess. “‘m so wet.” She croaks, using the disgusting mixture of fluids to jerk Ben off. “My pussy aches.” 

“Today is my day. Not yours. You're not fucking cumming either since you still on that bullshit saying that pussy is yours.” Ben grabs a handful of her hair, shoving her face against his cock and grinning at how she slobbers on it. “Cock sucking little whore. I'll give you one thing for doing such a good fucking job sucking my cock like a champ.” He bats her hand away and plugs her nose, forcing her to open her mouth. Ben slides his cock down her throat one last time, fucking her throat hard and fast. 

The lewd noises of earlier from getting her throat fucked grow louder as Ben's hips snap. Her nose is pushed right into his groomed pubic hair as he comes. A weak whimper vibrates around his cock as she swallows every last drop. 

“Fuuuuck, that's a good fucking girl. Good girl.” Ben carefully pulls his softening dick out. After a moment of calm and tucking himself back in, he unlocks the door and walks to the bathroom. Seconds later, he comes back with a towel and starts to wipe her face of the mass collection of liquids. 

The reality of what they just did begins to settle in for them both. Neither said anything as Ben haphazardly cleaned her up. 

“Are you going to ignore me again?” She finally speaks, though her voice is hoarse. “Even if what we did-” 

“I… I shouldn't have done that to you.” Ben's voice is soft. He doesn't use this tone with anyone else as far as she is aware. 

She shakes her head, looking at him with tired eyes. “I don't want you to pretend I don't exist, Ben. Please.” She sniffles and grabs his hand, pressing it to her heart. “Please.” 

This is exactly why he had to. That look in her eyes and her touch, it was too much to take. He swore to himself he would never feel a damn thing after the night he looked at her differently. His promise was broken and now? Now he looked at her even more differently. Something inside of his chest stirred and it wasn't just because of what happened. “We can't do that again. I shouldn't have done that to you.” He echoes his previous statement. 

She cups his face, leaning in and kissing him sweetly. Ben didn't put up any fight and eagerly kissed her back. “I wanted you to do it.” She whispers, caressing his hair gently. “I don't want you out of my life, Ben. Those three months of silence hurt so bad. I don't just want you to help me out. Fuck all of that. I can't do that again.” 

He understands well enough what he had done and thought he could at least protect her from himself. Ben knew that he had to hurt her in some way in order to keep her safe, but he didn’t intend for it to hurt her that bad. He was denying himself what he truly wanted: her. Yeah, he wasn’t the nicest guy and absolutely rough around the edges, but for her? He’d push his limits. Maybe Clara had been a nice thought to settle for, but the way his best friend's daughter responded to him just a few moments ago? He couldn’t be bothered to think about Clara like that ever again. But this situation was such a mess. He couldn’t just out right dump Clara now and expect things to be sunshine and rainbows. No. Clara was a storm that could not be quelled unless the winds blew in her favor. 

“Am I still important to you after touching you like that? Talking to you like that?” He remembered what she had told him earlier in the day. That he was important to her. 

“Yes.” She answers without a second thought. “I told you, I wanted it. I still want it.” Her hands come to rest on his chest, gaze boring into his soul. She meant every word she said.