stepdad!soldier boy x stepdaughter!reader (18+) … part two
warnings: stepcest, fauxcest (dad/daughter), pissing, toe sucking, dubious consent due to intoxication, ben is a creep (bless the lord), anal/anal creampie, reader is 18+ but age is not specified, pain/punishment kink, nipple play, oral/deep throating, (probably missed some).
note: this took me so long. i hope it doesn’t flop cus im gonna be so irritated. enjoy! i love stepdad!ben so, so much.. he just wants a stepdaughter-wife.. is that so much for him to ask for?? also i’ve never rolled a joint so i did some research just for this. hopefully it’s accurate enough don’t shoot me lol
He invaded your life when you were fifteen.
Your dad was gone like the wind—completely off the grid. It hit you harder than anything you’d ever experienced. Your mom on the other hand? She didn’t seem phased. You were well off with or without him, so to her everything was fine.
She’d brought home many men within those months, each time with promises of a ‘new’ father figure for you. But you had a dad, and put a real emphasis on had. She’d driven him away. Really, the whole situation just increased an already growing hatred for your mother. It was a watermelon seed growing inside your lungs.
Soldier Boy—Ben, you reluctantly referred to him as—took a liking to your mom just because she was older and decent looking (in his eyes). He just happened to stick around a little longer after the first date. That wasn’t anything new to you, every man usually lasted a week each. But even now he was still here, all these years later.
You figured he was a little different, though.
He never tried to be in your space like the others, never tried to bond, and was always cordial for the most part. He never tried to be your dad. You appreciated that at the very least.
But now your house always reeked of weed and sex. Gross.
Well, it’s also not your house. After him and your mom married, you moved into one of the random houses he’d had since god knows how long. A decent place in the rural side of New York, surrounded by forest and grasslands. It even had a lake that was safe to swim in during summer.
Essentially, you had it good compared to most kids whose dad’s left them late in life.
Inevitably, though, your mom reverted back to her typical ways. She was back to bringing home young men almost every night, and you were back to pretending it wasn’t happening like you were thirteen all over again. And you were absolutely positive Ben already knew—how could he not? He was a supe. They had all that crazy genetic shit that just made them know things, like Spiderman’s spidey-senses. He probably just didn’t care.
You had been lost in thought about it on the couch. It wasn’t anything weird, really. You typically got lost in thought about your life up until now at least three times a week. With your body curled up into the corner—now sunken from years of sitting right here every day—you just.. thought. Long and hard.
Why couldn’t you have a decent mom. Not one who was the equivalent of the devil for medieval people. One who didn’t drive your dad away, one who didn’t make you want to—
“Fuck’re you still doing here?”
Ben’s voice interrupted your thoughts. The scent of weed filled your nostrils a bit more strongly, and suddenly you were staring at him with half an ounce of weed in a baggie and a pack of king-sized rolling papers between his fingers. He was finishing off an old joint, the small thing pressed between his teeth and filling the air with smoke as it poured out his mouth and nostrils. You grimaced, sitting up and resting on the armrest.
“Lost track of time.” You murmured, turning your head away from him to stare at the wall instead. He grunted in acknowledgment, the couch sinking beneath his weight. “Can tell. Y’look stressed as hell.” He settled his things on his lap, reaching an arm back on the top of the couch, pulling the joint he was smoking out of his mouth. You glanced back at him, forehead creased in distaste. He gave a toothy smile—charming, really.
You didn’t hate him or anything, so you could be honest: Ben was pretty hot.
It was very, very weird to admit, all things considered, but you weren’t a liar. Not all the time at least.
He did that man-spreading thing he always did, taking up most of the space on the couch per usual. You didn’t mind, having gotten used to it over the past few years. “Can’t you do that somewhere else?” You asked mildly, bringing your knees up to your chest. Your manicured toe nails wiggled and curled into themselves for warmth, a small pout on your lips. He laughed, finally putting the joint out on the ashtray full of roaches. “What? ‘S my house, sweetheart. Unless I somehow die or your whore of a mother kills me, I’ll do what I want.”
Ah. There it was. Of course he knew.
You pursed your lips and shrunk into yourself at the revelation. Ben didn’t comment further, merely focusing on himself.
His hands moved methodically between his grinder and the thin pieces of rolling paper, the same way he’d done for ages. Tight and stuffed to the brim. His tongue gently swiping at the edges like he was trying to seal an important letter. You didn’t even realize you had started spacing out while staring, but he did.
“Something interesting?” He mused. He placed the finished joint to the side, shifting his body to face yours better. You swallowed a lump. “No. Sorry. I just do that sometimes.” You explained. His familiar foxy smile crossed his face again. “I know. Dopey little thing, aren’t you?” You didn’t comment further.
“Y’shouldn’t even be watching.” He grabbed another piece of paper, spreading it open on his thigh with two fingers. “But if y’re curious to know, I’ll teach ya. Just keep looking.” You honestly weren’t curious, but you didn’t have anything else to do. Your eyes trailed his motions, following his motions intently.
You watched him gently fill the paper with the ground weed—it smelled so strong and like absolute shit. His fingers were extra careful as he pinched the edge and began to roll it closed, tongue darting out to seal it all up. He used his pinky finger to push anything back inside, then twisted the tip. Perfectly done with practiced ease.
“Y’wanna try?” He asked. It was more tempting than anything else. Nothing sweet or innocent about it. Hell, how could there be? You frowned and shook your head. “No. Not my forte.” He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Oh, come on. I just let you watch me do it. Least you could do is show some respect and repeat the damn thing.”
“I.. um. Fine, okay.” You stammered.
You didn’t really want to, but he had a way of forcing people to do things with his annoyingly stubborn guilt-tripping bullshit.
You moved out of the corner of the couch and closer to him. Ben hooked his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in more. “So anti-social. Learn to put yourself out a little, yeah?” You rolled your eyes.
He passed you the materials and you got to work.
You ground the weed into a pliable material, filled up the paper with it—“Come on, put more in there. Fucking conservative.” …Right. You obliged, filling it up until you felt his eyes stop giving you death glares. You pinched the edge and gently started rolling the paper (a bit clumsily, might I add), finally bringing it up to your mouth and sealing it. You mimicked him, using your pinky to push anything back in before finally twisting the top and handing it to him.
Ben took it and just kind of looked at it, a sharp smile crossing his face. “Fast learner, aren’t you?” He mused. Honestly, it felt kind of good that he was even a little proud. You didn’t really get that from your mom. “Unless you smoke. Do you smoke?” He pressed. You shook your head. “I don’t smoke. My friends do, just never ask me to do this for them.”
“Good. You’re too young’ta be smoking anyway. Wait another, what, five years? Maybe you’ll be good then.”
You scoffed. Only now did he give a shit about anything you did. “I’m not a kid. You know that, right?” Ben shrugged. “You’re a baby compared to me. So just leave this to grown folks.” Your eye twitched. You honestly didn’t even know what to say, just felt this uncomfortable irritation at the thought of him of all people criticizing you for being too young and doing something as little as smoking. “I-I can do it perfectly fine. I’m not five.”
“Oh, so now you wanna smoke?”
“Yes. Give me the fucking thing.”
“No. Do you even know how to smoke the damn thing?”
Ben didn’t budge. Just held the joint between his fingers and snatched up his lighter. “Y’wanna act grown? I’ll show you, then you’ll do it. Because you’re a big girl, right?” He placed the joint between his lips, sparking and lighting it. It fizzled with smoke for a moment, the tip burning and becoming red and ash ridden. You watched the whole time, brows still creased and a frown prevalent on your features.
You took note of how his chest rose and fell—how long, how deep—how his lips pursed around the paper. Eventually your vision blurred, soon realizing he was blowing smoke right in your face. “What the fuck!” You complained, whisking away the smoke with your hand. He let out a deep, bellowing laugh at your sudden misfortune. “Did you get all that at least?” He asked, holding the joint between his pointer and thumb. Reluctantly you nodded. “Yeah. Jesus Christ.”
A smirk played on his lips. He extended his hand, allowing you to take the joint from him with your own fingers. You felt a little helpless all of a sudden. He was so clearly watching your every movement, judging you deeply. Your heart drummed heavily in your chest.
“Stop staring so hard.” You asked, turning yourself away. He didn’t respond, and you didn’t argue further.
In a similar fashion to him, you pressed it to your lips, inhaling for one, two, three seconds—no more—and allowed the smoke to enter your throat. It burned, a new sensation you didn’t expect. You gasped, pulling it away from your mouth and entering a coughing fit. Your face turned pink and you kind of doubled over into yourself. Ben could only find amusement in your vulnerability.
“Goodness, what happened to that quick learner from earlier?” He rubbed your shoulder lightly, almost comfortingly, and used his other hand to pluck the joint away from you. You were still coughing, though it’d slowed down. “Lift your head.” He beckoned. You obliged wearily, heavy breaths being taken through your mouth every now and then. You wiped a few tears from your face, clumps of mascara smothered in the liquid.
Ben gently grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open. “M’gonna do it for you until you can do it, sound good?” That was more of a statement than him asking for consent, though you hummed softly anyways. He pressed the joint between your lips, watching intently as you closed around them. “Inhale it. Don’t start coughing yet.” He instructed. You followed dutifully.
It was similar to before, the sharpness of the smoke hitting the back of your throat causing you to cough instinctively. He groaned and pulled it out, watching you cover your face with your arms and cough into them.
“Christ on a cross.” He wiped his hair back from his head, taking an inhale himself. “We’re gonna keep doing this shit ‘til you get it right.” You shook your head. “I-I can’t—!” You blubbered, inhaling and exhaling deeply from lack of oxygen. He shook his head, holding the joint between his lips. His hands went to your waist, gently pulling you to sit on one of his thighs. They were thick and stable, hard as fucking rocks. It was pure muscle, like a horse.
He held an arm around your waist. “You said it yourself; you’re not five.” Smoke spewed out of his mouth against your ear. You shivered and felt your skin crawl with warmth, a gentle squirming motion coming from you. He rubbed your hip with his palm. “Wanna be all tough and then act like a fucking toddler. I’ll treat you like one since you wanna do that. Only seems fair.”
“God, no, let me off.” You whined, writhing against him. It was no use, you realized. He wasn’t going to let you off so easily, there was just no way. You eventually had to succumb to that reality, and that’s what you did. Ben smiled against your head and kissed your temple almost lovingly. It made your stomach churn. “There you go. Open up.”
Time flew by just like that in the blink of an eye, the joint rotating between your lips and his for the better portion of thirty minutes to an hour.
Your head eventhally tilted into the crook of Ben’s neck, forehead pressed against his skin. His hand was gently rubbing and pinching your hip, fingertips just barely grazing beneath your shirt. It wasn’t enough for you to notice, not that you were entirely there in the head to actually notice at all, just feather-light touches.
You’d never been high before. This sensation was new, just like everything else. You were there but you weren’t. And you were tired. Very, very tired. Your ears were plugged with air like you’d gone on an airplane.
Ben pat your side, holding the end of the joint between his fingers. It was almost gone, about halfway there, which was interesting considering it was a bigger joint.
“Y’there?” He urged, thumb swiping at the band of your sweatpants. You jumped up, the ticklish feeling making you wide and alert. “Ahm, yeah, I-I am.” Your voice was barely audible, throat a little sore from coughing so bad at the beginning. You moved your head, rubbing your face with the hem of your shirt. You didn’t realize that it was practically lifted all the way up, your under-bust on full display for him.
He took that as an opportunity to put his hand fully on your stomach, smoke gently blowing out his mouth. You only realized it when you put your shirt back down, a confused expression on your face. “What’re you doing?” You asked softly. He shrugged leisurely. “Holding you so you don’t fall, cupcake. Unless you wanna topple over.” You shook your head.
His hands were large and warm, calloused all over and scratching at your lotion-soft skin. You tried not to pay anymore mind to it.
You felt the warmth of the joint pressing at your mouth again, your lips parting instinctively for it. He pushed it between your soft lips, his hand wrapping around your jaw. His thumb pressed into your cheek, his ring and pinky hooked beneath your chin to keep you steady. You inhaled deeply, the practice of him forcing you to smoke allowing you to not cough as much anymore, just a soft one every now and then. By the time you exhaled, you hadn’t even noticed that his other hand had slipped between your legs, knuckles gently rubbing the seam against your clit.
You whined softly, turning your head. His arm rested against your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” He murmured, the side of his finger rubbing between your legs. You pursed your lips. “What the fuck are you doing?” You asked breathily, head dropping down to look into your lap. He had his thumb hooked into the waistband of your pants like he was ready to take them off. A little grin was forming at the edge of his lips. “What? Not doing anything. You’re fine. Here, have another.”
You nodded and opened up for him, allowing him to slip the joint back between your lips. He let your lips hold onto it, his hand now sliding up and down your arm comfortingly as if he was trying to distract you from the way his hand finally reached under your sweats and panties. You gasped, almost dropping the joint. He gave a disapproving slap to your arm. “Don’t drop that shit. I pay good money for that, y’know.”
You squirmed against his thigh as his fingers fondled your clit.
Maybe it was just the fact you were buzzed, but his fingers against your nerves were almost too much for you. Your hips rocked against his mindlessly, smoke blowing through your lips whenever you moaned.
“Feels good?” He asked, finally using his hand to pull the joint out your mouth. “Y-Yeah.. feels good.” You whimpered. Ben put out the joint on the ashtray at last, a trail of smoke leading from it and into the air coming into your vision.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, d’ya know that?” He purred. He shifted you fully into his lap, pulling your hips forward at his knees. He used the leverage to stick his fingers inside you, though the motion was awkward through your constricting clothing.
“Holy shit,” You whispered. You felt like the air had been knocked out of you. His fingertips curled into your g-spot, all feelings of pleasure enhanced from your high. “What the hell are we doing?” You murmured, watching him pry off your sweats and panties and toss them to the floor.
You got a full view of what your cunt looked like stuffed to the brim with his fingers now. You were stretched around him like you were taking dick, the only reason being that his fingers were so incredibly thick.
“Don’t worry about that.” Ben reassured you, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit. That short-circuited any second thoughts you were having momentarily like hypnosis. “Look; you’re taking me so good. So fucking wet.” You whined softly, toes curling when he started thrusting his fingers in and out of you.
Honestly, it felt so good you forgot why it was so wrong. You forgot he’d been married to your mom for almost five years. You forgot that, legally, he was your stepfather. Everything just thrown out the window all because of his skilled, whorish fingers pressing your sweet spot.
“Ooh, yeah.” He placed a hand under one of your knees to keep your leg open. You were trembling a bit from the orgasm building inside you, a little bubble of pleasure formed right at your gut. “Y’wanna cum?” Ben kissed the side of your head, smirking as you nodded desperately. “Y-Yeah.. yeah, I wanna cum..”
“You want your dad t’make you cum, sweetheart?” He rubbed his palm against your clit again to force a response. All you could bring yourself to respond with was a nod and a cry of pleasure. “Use your words. You’re a big girl now. Say it: ‘I want my dad to make me cum’.”
When you didn’t respond, he pulled his fingers out, hand slapping your cunt harshly. “Fuck!” You screamed, throwing your head back against his chest. “I-I want my.. my dad to make me cum!” You exclaimed, earning another shocking slap to your cunt. “I said it already! Ben!”
“Say please, at the very least. Ungrateful whore.” He teased his fingers at your entrance, a soft sob leaving your lips. “I let you smoke my weed, let you sit here all pretty and let you have my fucking fingers in your cunt, and you won’t even say please.”
“‘M sorry, just.. just please, please let me cum, d..dad. I swear I’ll be good. I promise.” You begged, arching your hips against his fingers in hopes they’d just slip right in. He was pleased by that answer, clearly, because he pushed them right back inside. You groaned and let your legs shake when he twisted his fingertips just right against that fuzzy little spot inside you all over again. It was rhythmic, it was fucking flawless—it had you cumming all over his fingers immediately.
You were gushing all over his fingers, legs frantically trying to close themselves though they were no match against his iron grip. It was ridiculous how strong supes were, you were just now realizing.
Ben took his fingers out of you, hands finding way to nudge your shirt off your head and toss it alongside your pants. Your nipples were stiff as hell from the sudden temperature change, an uncomfortable feeling you attempted to shield yourself from. He peeled your arms away from your body as you tried to cover yourself, softly cooing in your ear.
“You’re so pretty, cupcake. Nothin’ like your floozy mom.” He cupped your breasts, pinching and twisting at your nipples with his thumb and pointer fingers. You squeezed your legs together, hands clawing at his arms. “Stop that.. Stop, this- this is weird.” You murmured. It was only now that you were coming to your senses. It was a little unsettling to you how you’d allowed him to finger you without a second thought now that you had a slightly clearer mind.
Ben scoffed, squeezed your breasts in their entirety. “Now you wanna be ms. goodie-two-shoes?” His mouth found way to your shoulder, licking and biting your soft skin. Instinctively, you moved your head to give him space. “Y-You— you got me crazy high!”
“And? You could’ve told me to stop, but you didn’t.” He bit down on your shoulder and fondled you at the same time, the fat of your tits spilling between his fingers. A whimper was pulled out your throat consequently. “See? Don’t get on your high horse now. Y’know what, you just need’ta calm down, yeah?”
Ben ignored you, holding you with an arm at the waist as he picked up the abandoned joint. There was just enough left to relight and smoke, which he did without a second thought. He put his lighter down and lifted it between your lips again. “Open up or I’ll do it myself. You know I will.” A mild threat, but it wasn’t any less concerning. You opened your mouth, feeling discomfort bubble inside you when the joint connected. You let yourself inhale it again, allowing your mind to get lost in the burning sensation as Ben went back to fondling your breasts.
“There you go. All you needed was a smoke.” He kissed your jawline. “Get on the floor f’me, sweetheart. Right between the legs.” Ben tapped at your leg, pulling the joint out of your mouth and placing it into his instead. With a scrunched expression, you found yourself sliding off his legs and on the ground between his feet. You didn’t even feel it before, but you could see now that his cock was half-hard.
“Y’ever suck dick?” He asked, running a hand through your hair. You pursed your lips, thinking about if you wanted to answer or not. Does he really need to know this information? Regardless of the answer, you shook your head. “..No.” You squeezed your hands in your lap. He smiled. “Really? You’ve been acting like such a whore, here I thought you had.”
He was so.. so vulgar. And horrible. And fucking hot. He was staring down at you with smoke pouring out his mouth. Occasionally he’d slide a hand over his beard, and that’s what’s been doing it for you the past few seconds.
Reluctantly, your hands lifted to his waistband and held on, gently tugging them down and releasing his cock. It sprang up to life, almost hitting you in the face if you hadn’t backed out in time. Your mouth fell open a little bit. “Oh.” He smiled at your reaction. “Relax. You won’t die, sweetheart. It’s gonna feel good.” You gave him a suspicious look.
You brought his pants down past his knees, using the bunched up fabric to settle your own on so you didn’t bruise them or something. Your hands went and wrapped around the base of his cock, giving a few weary pumps. Ben stroked your hair approvingly.
“There we go.. doing good. Get your tongue on there.” He guided, his hand pushing your face closer to him. Your tongue placed a few kitten licks on his tip and frenulum, the placement making his legs stiffen up. The subtle movements of pleasure he was releasing amped you up a bit, making you open your mouth and gently pop his tip inside. His precum smeared all over your tongue, the flavor bitter but not entirely unpleasant.
Ben grunted. Using his hand, he started pushing your head down on his length as far as you could go without gagging. “Fuuck yes. Such a warm little mouth y’got.” He held you down for a short while in which you learned to breathe through your nose. “Perfect. Use your hands, too. Don’t stop just ‘cause you can’t take it all in there.”
Heeding his instructions, you blew out your cheeks and attempted to sink down somewhat, hands squeezing his base and twisting up and down at the same rate. You felt his fingers twitching in your hair when you did that as if it was encouraging you to continue, which you did.
You found a comfortable rhythm after a few minutes, now slobbering all over him like a fucking dog. It worked out fine, though. You needed the extra lubrication so, so bad. From there on it was all unbelievably loud sloshing noises and the soft noises of your gagging. It wasn’t until both of his hands wrapped around your head that you faltered, jaw going slack at the sudden feeling of his hips thrusting up into your mouth.
You squealed a bit, gagging and choking. Your hands flew to hold onto his thighs. He was using your mouth like a fleshlight, his balls slapping against your chin uncomfortably.
“Shit, your throat is so tight.” He groaned, throwing his head back. His cock twitched against the back of your throat at the feeling of your nails digging into his thigh. The pain alongside his upcoming orgasm was getting him higher than he already was. “Gonna cum down it, got that? And you’re gonna swallow every last drop.” Ben didn’t give a warning from there on, just bucked his hips up and bobbed your head up and down until finally, finally he came, your nose suddenly pressed against his pelvis.
A warm feeling filled your chest as his cum filled your esophagus. It tasted funny, if you could even call that a taste at all. Your nostrils fluttered open and closed, an attempt to breathe through the whole ordeal. His hands found your neck and shoulders, fingertips rubbing at your skin sweetly like he didn’t absolutely violate your mouth.
You pulled off with a soft pop, panting and jaw slack with a small ache. “Open, wanna see it.” He murmured, rubbing his palm against your cheek. You blinked as the words registered and eventually nodded, opening up and sticking your tongue out. “Damn, you’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, cupcake.” He pat your cheek affectionately.
You stood from the ground on wobbly knees, face all flushed and hair messed up now. You looked like someone’s ten year old fashion doll left in the bottom of a clear storage bucket. Ben plucked the joint out from his lips and put his hands on your waist, the joint dangling between his fingers on one hand. Your body inched away so you didn’t get burned by it. He didn’t seem to care.
His lips pressed at your stomach, beard scratching your soft skin as he trailed up, up, up, all the way to your breasts. He bit down on one of your nipples, grinding it between his teeth. You gasped and held your hands in his hair, fingers squeezing his scalp. “Ben!” You exclaimed. You immediately felt a sharp stinging at your back, a scream rippling through your throat when he pressed the butt into your skin.
“You call me dad. I’m your fucking dad, alright?” He scolded like he wasn’t just twisting the thing into you. You sniffled and nodded, blinking away tears that’d formed. “Okay. Okay.” You murmured. He gave you a smile and kissed the valley between your breasts. It was so gentle compared to the searing pain in your left hip.
He placed the joint back into the ashtray to let it go out. “Dad’s gonna rock your goddamn world now, sweetheart. Y’want that?” Ben curled his hands under his shirt, lifting it off his head and letting it fall on the floor. His pants were pretty much off already anyway, just had to slip them off with his feet and kick them away.
Even after cumming so much he was still hard as a rock, the thickness of his cock seeming almost impossible from where you stood.
He guided you into his lap, thumb playing with your tit and his free hand pumping his length to keep it aroused. He didn’t actually have to do it, the sight of your teary little face and perky nipples staring at him was almost enough to make him cum all by itself.
His hands slid beneath your ass, lifting you up somewhat. You wrapped your arms around his neck. You were staring at him, and he was staring down between your bodies, fitting his cock at your hole. A soft gasp left your mouth when he forced your hips down, the stretch of him feeling like you tried to shove two soda cans inside your pussy.
“B— Dad!” You exclaimed, body stiff and fingers digging into his back. He was eerily sweet, kissing at your shoulder and letting your body adapt to him at its own pace while he slid fully inside you. He shifted your position, your back against the couch cushions. He felt so, so much bigger this way. It was an uncomfortable difference you couldn’t get used to fast enough for him.
“She’s so tight, just f’me..” Ben cooed, lifting your foot near his face. He kissed the sole of your foot and licked a stripe up, a soft groan rumbling out of his throat from the feeling of your cunt tightening around him. “Calm down. Y’re gonna feel good soon, too. Trust me.”
You didn’t have another choice but to listen and obey.
Somehow, the feeling of his mouth wrapping around your toes was almost enough to mute the feeling of him pulling out and ramming all the way back inside you.
His tip crashed against your cervix and brushed up your g-spot at the first thrust—holy shit, you’d never had such a combination before. Your body convulsed and your hands reached for the cushions behind you, soft babbles and tears of pain escaping you.
Ben had two choices now, and he thought about them real, real hard as he pounded into you. His thoughts were almost muffled by the sound of your sobs, but he did his best to just ignore it and lick between your toes and run his tongue on your nail polish.
He could, A) rub your clit, a sensation already known to you and could get you to relax just enough for him to fuck you absolutely silly. Or, B) he could flip you over and push a thumb into your ass, something he didn’t even know if you’d done before and was entirely sure would hurt a little.
You’ll never guess what he picked.
“So fucking good, sweets.” He murmured, pulling your leg back down and pressing his hips flush against yours. There was a small bulge in your stomach where you could see the tip of his cock poking through, though you refused to look down. It was humiliating how you went from entirely sensible to an absolute mess within barely 2 hours.
“Gonna give you a reward. Dads love when their daughters can take them, y’know that?”
You nodded your head mindlessly, huffing and whimpering. A squelch sounded through the room when his cock was pulled out of you. You bucked your hips up instinctively, as if you were trying to suck him back in. He rolled you over onto your stomach, grabbing at your wrists to hold them behind your back.
“What- what’re you doing?” You managed. You sounded weird and muffled from the saliva pooling in your mouth and your cheek pressed against the couch. He smiled down at you, rocking his cock back and forth between your folds. “Shh. M’taking care of you.” You didn’t have half a mind to try and get up and away, so you just laid there to take whatever he would give.
Ben grabbed at the base of his cock, lining it and pushing it all the way inside you. You gasped and wailed at the stretch, legs kicking and hands flailing around. He tightened his hold on your wrists, using them as an anchor to immediately fuck you like a dog in heat.
It was aggressive, it was heated, it was hard, it was so natural for him.
You sobbed and allowed yourself to scream and cry like a child. Your mom wasn’t home anyway. Hadn’t been for the past three days and wouldn’t come back for another three more. His free hand spread your ass cheeks apart, thumb dipping into the wetness of your slick and his precum mixing together. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your asshole, circling it and watching it twitch and pucker like it was trying to give his thumb a kiss.
You barely even registered that it was there. Sure, you felt it—how could you not? But your mind didn’t even register that it was there, not even when he started pushing his thumb inside your ass until it was finally fully in.
Your eyes shot open. You went silent for a moment, then moaned like a prostitute trying to make a small-dicked guy feel better. It was pornographic as hell.
“Jesus christ.” He laughed. For a moment he’d stopped thrusting just to let you feel it, but he was back now. His thumb didn’t move from its spot except a few gentle pumps, all of which were accepted lovingly by you with a string of lewd moans and pleas for ‘more, more, more!’
Ben had half a mind to cum inside you just watching your asshole suck up his thumb combined with the absolutely diabolical moans you exuded.
“Fucking hell—like mother like daughter.” He joked. You didn’t hear, and you were grateful. That probably would’ve snapped you back to reality and you would’ve just tried to leave, though him letting you would be a hard ask. His hand let go of your wrists and let them slide down beside you as he grabbed your hip, using it to anchor himself as he fucked you thoroughly.
You were totally lost in the clouds. You were being loud, except you weren’t conscious of how loud you actually were. You weren’t even sure if you were conscious at all. Your head was buried in the couch pillows for comfort, tears, drool, and snot mixed together and soaked into the fabric.
Ben pulled his thumb out your ass, wrapping both arms around your stomach and lifting you up, your back pressed to his chest. You groaned and let your hands fly to grasp at his wrists, an uncomfortable churning in your stomach when he made you sit back on his lap with his cock still inside you.
“Gonna let dad fuck your ass?” He cooed, giving a few coercing rubs to your clit (like you even needed it). You were so far gone that you nodded even though you couldn’t understand him; it was as if he was speaking in tongues. An emptiness filled your body as he pulled his cock out of you, eliciting a soft whimper from the feeling.
He spread your legs and slipped them over his biceps, lifting you full-nelson style. Your head was pressed between his hands, neck craning as it was forced to be tilted. Ben quickly snuck a hand down, spreading your ass and lining himself up with your asshole. In one painstaking stretch, he forced his entire length inside of you. It absolutely tore you up—even in your half-conscious state, you could register that you’re probably bleeding and that it would absolutely hurt to sit tomorrow.
“My baby’s a virgin here. I can tell.” He groaned from behind you. Your legs trembled and your toes curled from how much it hurt. He didn’t give but a few moment before he was thrusting into you. It was shallow at first, then he was back to his ‘normal pace’.
His balls slapped your clit, the growing orgasm finally bubbling and finding its way at the forefront of your muscles. Your cunt clenched around nothing, dripping wet down where he was fucking your hole like it was the greatest thing on earth.
You almost tried to reel your head back with pleasure, but he was still holding onto you, so your eyes rolled back instead. Your jaw fell slack and a string of pleads left you. “D-Dad, dad m’gonna fucking cum!” You cried, feet arching and toes curling into themselves. Ben smiled and kissed the back of your head. “Yeah? Wanna cum? Tell me how bad you need it.”
He switched to have both your legs dangling over one of his strong arms, his free hand starting to rub at your clit. You squealed. “I wanna cum s-so bad! So bad, ohmygod, I-I’m gonna fucking cum—!” Sparkles and flashes filled your vision as you came, the wetness flushing out entirely. Ben rubbed you through the orgasm and immediately went back to chasing his own, the moans that filled his ears sending him closer and closer.
“Holy mother of christ, I’m gonna cum in your ass, cupcake. Tell your dad how much you want it right fucking now.” He breathed, hand sliding from your clit to grip onto your ass. You whined and swallowed your saliva. “Want my dad’s cum so, so bad! W-Wanna feel it inside me, wanna get filled so goddamn bad. Please, please, dad, just cum in me already!”
That pushed him over the edge. He gave a few sloppy thrusts and buried himself inside you, his own toes digging into the fur carpet on the floor as he finally came. You hiccuped and felt tears pour out your eyes, sniffling from the overwhelming feeling of everything.
Ben let your legs down with himself still buried inside you. He twisted your head back to admire your expression before finally giving you that beautiful, messy kiss you’d been secretly and silently hoping for this whole time. Your body relaxed into it, all muscles totally letting go. A dripping wetness flooded between your legs, and you didn’t entirely realize that you were peeing because he was tonguing your throat. It was only when he finally did pull back that you noticed the uncomfortable wetness between your legs.
“F-Fuck.. did I..?” You whimpered, lolling your head down. You were still leaking somewhat, your cunt fluttering at the euphoric feeling until it was all over. Ben rubbed your stomach sweetly like you were pregnant or something like that. “Beautiful girl.” He praised lightly. You pursed your lips and shrunk into yourself from second hand embarrassment, the situation finally sinking into you as you came down from everything.
“Y’know.. if I’d known you’d be this good I would’ve just waited to find you instead. Took me so well.” He kissed your cheek. You grimaced lightly. “You’re fucking.. creepy.” You didn’t really mean it, just didn’t have the right words to say. He didn’t pay mind. “Never said I wasn’t.”
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