⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ — go on, son. ‘ave a bump.
soldier boy x reader (18+) … are you recording?
warnings: dubcon, reader is heavily intoxicated the entire time, ben says rape to refer to sex one (1) time, creampie, crying, forced orgasm if you squint, painful sex on reader’s end.
note: ty to @nosesitter for the licking tears thought!!! so perfect! also thankfully my sickness didn’t prolong this too much. rommulus lwk helped me get thru this.. i feel like it’s not as good as it could be but i hope you guys like it anyway. one more tape to go!!! ty for the love!
For some reason, the quality of this video turned to shit the second it was uploaded onto the DVD. It’s just okay enough that it’s not unbearable to watch yet it’s hard to make out what’s going on half the time. Maybe that’s for the best.
It cuts to the middle of a scene.
There was so, so much prep that went into this he’s shocked you still have half a brain today. So much cocaine. So many hallucinogens. So much alcohol it could kill three small children.
You’re sprawled out on the table, fingertips pressed at the edge of the cold marble. There isn’t much to it, the room dark except for a few lamps.
Ben’s already inches inside you, pupils dilated from how much shit he’s shoved up his nose. The camera points towards the way his cock slips inside you perfectly, your clit puffy and sticky already. Your breasts are littered with dust and bite marks, skin wet due to left over saliva from his tongue.
It’s hard to feel anything, to see anything, to hear anything. There’s no noise that comes out of your lips, no soft moans of ecstasy or any kind of quiet whine to indicate you’re conscious although you are. He doesn’t bother to make sure you’re okay.
He’s hard as a rock. He crushed up a bunch of viagra and snorted it even though he really didn’t need it at all—the man’s built like a statue and his dick couldn’t be any more perfect. Now his tip is just ramming inside you absurdly hard.
You feel floaty. Even with the slight nips of his teeth at your neck and the feverish thrusts of his hips you aren’t really there. You lay slack beneath him, an occasionally shaky exhale escaping you. Ben teethes at your nipple, biting the flesh roughly and exuding a pleased noise when you don’t try and turn. Your body jerks upward into him, his mouth opening and tonguing the soft flesh of your breast. His canines push into your skin deep enough to leave a tender pinkness behind. You’re sure it’ll bruise and blossom the next morning.
As he rolls his hips your mouth parts and opens, eyes squeezing shut while air forces its way through your esophagus. Your throat is so dry it physically hurts to breathe.
“You alive?” He muses, burying his cock deep inside your cunt. You’re sopping wet, soaking his pubic hair and dripping between your ass cheeks and onto the table. It sounds like you’re swimming.
At his words you hum softly, brows tensing while you blink up at him. Your pupils are so dilated there’s no color left in them, not a single bit reflecting through the artificial light above.
When your vision focuses, he’s all you see.
It’s blurry except his face a few inches from yours, warm air surrounding your bodies and a sudden wetness from his tongue forcing itself into your mouth. You don’t have the strength to kiss him back, don’t have the strength to move your head away and tell him it hurts.
His tongue hits places it probably shouldn’t: behind your molars, almost to the entrance of your throat. It’s a slimy texture you’re sure will stay until you sober up.
He pulls away, hands placed by your head. “You look wasted as fuck, sweetheart.” He scoffs. He smooths out some hair from your face, cradling one cheek in his large palm and thumbing your lips apart. He pushes his finger into your mouth, watching your immediate reaction of suckling the digit lazily.
“Even now you still know how to please a man.” He sounds.. happy? Pleased with your ‘performance’, which is really just you doing nothing. “You let me pump you with drugs and rape your pretty cunt. Didn’t even say a thing.” He rubs his thumb against your tongue. “Such a good girl you are.”
Ben pulls his thumb out of your mouth, smearing the saliva onto your lips and resting his hand at your throat. For once he doesn’t feel like he wants to choke you. Instead, he slides his hand down your sternum and between your legs where he’s fucking you, his balls slapping against your ass with every third thrust on the dot.
His fingers curl against your clit, pinch the nerves between his nails so hard it causes you to scream—the first real noise you’ve let out since he forced himself inside you. It’s music to his ears.
Your hands scramble to push at his shoulders, nails barely scratching him when he rolls the bud between the pads of his fingers like it’s some deformed penis. “F-Fuck, fuck!” You gasp, eye twitching and hips stuttering in a poor attempt to move away. He looks at you quizzically, smiling sharkishly and grasping your hip to hold you in place. “Shit. Didn’t think you’d want to put up a fight today, sweetheart.”
He twists at your skin like it’s a steering wheel, the cries you’re letting out only making his thrusts more prominent. Your body jerks and your heels kick at his back, sobs rippling through your chest with every tug. Ben groans lowly as your walls tighten around him uncomfortably, the sudden pressure making his hips stutter.
“I-It hurts,” You blubber, blinking away tears and shaking your head. “Let it go, let it go! Stop it!” A pit forms in your stomach at the sensation of his fingers. Yes, while it hurts more than anything in the world right now—a sensation heightened by the drugs pumping through your blood—it’s still stimulation.
Ben rolls his eyes, pressing his thumb down onto you until you’re thoroughly writhing under him. You knee at his stomach aggressively, begging through tears for some kind of mercy.
“Fucking dramatic, aren’t you?” He lifts himself up, slapping at your hip. “Just give me one little orgasm, sweets, and maybe I’ll let go.”
Maybe. It’s always maybe with him. But what other choice do you have? You’re inebriated out of your mind, barely breathing in proper increments of time and blinking so slowly it looks like a movie. Your vision is blurry and you can barely move your own body except in a defensive position.
You nod your head wearily, sniffling and blinking away tears from your eyes. They roll down your cheeks in bubbles. Ben leans down, thumbing your clit roughly at the same time he kisses your lips. He moans into your mouth, his cock pressing against your cervical opening with each movement. You move your head, whining and curling your toes. If you were in the right state of mind you wouldn’t still be here, you and him know that all the same, so he’s really enjoying this moment.
“Can tell you’re gonna cum,” He trills, lips leaving yours and trailing towards your cheeks. You whine and shake your head, eyes squeezing shut and forcing more of those salty droplets out your eyes. His tongue darts out, licking one thick stripe up your cheek towards your bottom lid and absorbing the liquid through his tastebuds.
You groan at the sudden contact. “Ben!” A shriek that he ignores, kissing at your lips again.
He rubs circles into you, a familiar motion he knows will rile you up and over the edge. It astounds you how easy it is for you to climax suddenly. Your vision blurs and your head spins, walls squeezing and spasming around his length as you cum.
He peels his hand out from between your bodies, sticky fingers coming up to squeeze your face and force you into an invasive kiss. He’s not kind. It’s teeth against teeth and tongues shoving their way past each other like a dog fight. You’re sure your lip will be bleeding by how he tugs at the flesh, moaning inside your orifice as he cums deep inside you, his viagra induced boner ripping your walls in half when he finally buries himself deep and fills you up.
Ben pulls away with a gasp, dropping your head back down against the table. You groan at the sudden harshness of the marble. The table will win every time. He inhales deeply, wiping saliva away from his lips and turning towards the camera.
“Turn that shit off,” He rasps, shoving at the camera. The next few moments are black and grainy. All you can hear is him arguing at whoever’s behind the camera before it cuts.
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