#ben platt reader insert

Pulling out two popsicles from the freezer in your garage you headed back to where Evan was sitting, handing him one of them. “Th-thank you, Y/N.” You noticed his hands shaking slightly as he attempted to open the plastic covering the sweet ice lolly.

His eyes were drawn to the practiced and perfected movements of your hands, following the deposition of the wrapper onto the table between the two of you. You lifted your feet up to rest on the sun lounger you had sat on, noticing the way Evan’s eyes landed on your exposed legs.

“Evan.” You began, one hand reaching up to move the sunglasses from the top of your head to cover your eyes.

“Uh huh?” The crinkle of plastic in his hands indicated his nervousness; despite all the time you had spent together over the summer he was still anxious spending one on one time with you.

“You can stretch out if you want. The sun feels really nice,” Your smirk greatly complimented your teasing tone, a tone which you knew had the possibility to make Evan feel that little bit more comfortable.

“Huh? Yep, will do.” He cleared his throat and mimicked your positioning. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, the sun loungers positioned almost parallel to one another.

A single sticky drip landed on your thumb, reminding you of the slowly melting popsicle you held in your right hand. With one fluid motion you licked the drip off your finger, running your tongue up to the tip of the popsicle. You began to suck on it, the red colouring easily changing the colour of your mouth and tongue.

Unbeknownst to you, Evan was staring, mesmerised by the way your tongue darted out to lick the drops falling from the base of the popsicle. He was so distracted that when his own popsicle began to melt, sending sticky droplets cascading down his hand and arm, he did nothing about it. A gasp involuntarily left his mouth as you took half the popsicle into your mouth, sucking on it before removing from your mouth and running your tongue along the side.

The gasp, although Evan thought it insignificant and too quiet for you to hear, caught your attention - you saw him shift uncomfortably in his seat, crossing his legs at the sight.

“Something wrong, Evan?” You played innocent and maintained a calm tone, although you were freaking out internally.

“No-no, nothing’s, uh, nothing’s wrong,” His words quickly left his mouth, now realising the mess his popsicle had left. “I’m just, um, just g-going to grab a nap- a napkin.” He stood up hurriedly and ran to your kitchen.

Had you done something wrong? No - perhaps the opposite. Was Evan turned on? That appeared the most logical conclusion; but were you really that sexual whilst eating a damn popsicle? I mean, you could always make it even more sexual, see how far you could take things, how far Evan would let you take things.

You caught sight of him walking back across the yard, sans popsicle. Perhaps it acted as too much of a distraction (or a reminder) to him.

“You alright?” Lifting your sunglasses to rest back on top of your head you initiated direct eye contact with him. As your eyes met his you lifted the popsicle back up to your lips, swirling your tongue around the very tip. Evan broke the eye contact almost immediately, his gaze flickering down to where your lips spread over the spherical popsicle, a bright flush covering his entire face.

He tore his gaze away, with some difficulty, and returned to his seat. But you knew he’d have an even harder time ignoring you from an even closer range. Evan had looked down to the hem of his shirt which he was playing with to attempt to distract himself from you.

As you sucked on the popsicle you let out an exaggerated moan, easily capturing the attention of the fidgeting Evan. “Sorry, this is just a really, really good popsicle.” You bluffed, turning your head to face Evan. You swung your legs over the edge of the sun lounger you were reclining on, leaning closer towards Evan. “But I bet you taste even sweeter than a popsicle ever could,” You winked, licking the last of the popsicle off the stick.

“Wh-what?” Evan spluttered, turning bright red.

“I think you heard me, Evan.” You replied, looking down at your feet, not wanting to look at Evan in fear of rejection.

“I, um, I don’t - I don’t know what you me-mean, Y/N.” He had begun to play with the hem of his shirt and the fabric of his pants more than usual, your forwardness creating an air of sexual tension.

“I want to...” You searched for a way to express yourself whilst still maintaining some semblance of comfort for Evan. “Taste... You...”

He coughed in response and your eyes drifted down to his crotch where you noticed a slight bulge forming. “T-taste, uh, taste me?” Evan’s voice had dropped to below a whisper but still retained a mixed tone of confusion and naivety.

You nodded and spoke some words of agreement, discarding the stick you had been holding on to. Standing, you closed the short distance between the two of your chairs.

“You-you don’t ha-have to do th-this Y/N.” Evan stuttered, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. You had dropped to your knees in front of him, your hands lightly resting on his jittering legs.

“Evan,” You begin, your hands slowly moving their way up his thighs as you raised your eyes to meet his. “I want to do this, trust me.”

He inhaled shakily, his eyes fluttering shut and brow crinkling as his hands clenched and unclenched. Your hands ghosted over his crotch, fumbling with the zipper of his shorts. As you unfastened the zipper Evan involuntarily bucked his hips up into your touch, evidently searching for more friction. You tried - and failed - to suppress a slight giggle at his response to the very smallest of your actions.

“S-sorry,” Evan whispered, mistaking your giggle of excitement as a one whose purpose was to make fun of him.

“Don’t be, Evan. You’re -” You were cut off by the moan that left Evan’s mouth; both of you shocked by it. Pulling down his shorts you raked your fingernails lightly over the skin of his upper thigh, eliciting a whimper from the boy squirming underneath you.

“I’ll - uh - I’ll be more, um, more quiet?” It came out as a question and you dragged your vision up his body to rest on your face, contorted into an expression of mixed desire and confusion.

“No, Evan, please be as loud as you want,” Reciprocating his whimper you felt him harden under your touch. You slid your hand along the waistband of his underwear, feeling the elastic snap as your hand dipped beneath it. “Are you sure this is okay?” You made sure to double check, Evan nodding in response, unable to form words. Pulling down his boxers you flicked your thumb over the tip of his cock.

He bucked into your touch, his own hands moving between the hem of his shirt, the fabric of the lounge next to him and balling them into fists. You could tell that he had stopped himself from touching you, so, you murmured a quiet, “Evan, you can touch me, you know.”

In your peripheral you saw him nod and immediately felt his hands gently thread through your hair. You exhaled a hot breath and Evan tightened his grip on your hair as you moved your lips closer to to the head of his erection. Your tongue darted out and licked a stripe up his member, from base to tip. A hiss passed through Evan’s teeth as you made first contact and you smiled, pressing gentle kisses up his shaft.

“F-fuck... Y/N...” He moaned out, still reserved and quiet as he tried to stop his hips from forcing himself deep into you. In one fluid movement you took the tip of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before taking it deeper.

Evan cried out in pleasure, and if you had been looking at him, you would’ve noticed the way he closed his eyes and threw his head back, whimpering as he did so.

You start bobbing up and down on, slowly taking more of him in his mouth. “You, f-fuck, you, uh, Y/N...” Evan was unable to string words together to form a sentence as you took him deeper, bracing your hands on his hips.

Evan’s moans turned you on, the pleasure you were giving him in return giving you pleasure: you moaned around his dick, causing Evan to thrust into your mouth. With one hand you lazily stroked what your mouth couldn’t reach, your other hand gripping his hip.

“I-I-I’m about to, uh, to-” Evan didn’t finish his sentence but you understood the meaning behind his words. You felt him twitch before he released into your mouth, hands pulling roughly on your hair as he climaxed. Over a rushed apology for finishing in your mouth he slowly pulled out.

“Uh, th-thank you? I sup-suppose?” He blushed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion - evidently he did not have much experience in sexual acts.

“It was my pleasure, Evan,” You rose from your knees and sat on the sun lounger next to Evan, helping him to pull up his underwear and shorts. He took one of your hands in both of his, rubbing the back of it with his thumbs.

Gently, you reached up and placed a soft kiss on his cheekbone, the red blush on his face both spreading and deepening. He giggled as your breath tickled his ear when you whispered, “I’d much rather lick you than a popsicle.” Evan turned and buried his head in the crook of your neck out of embarrassment.

“G-gosh, Y/N,” He mumbled into your neck, “Didn’t, uh, didn’t realise you were so, so for-forward. But, um, but I really - uh -”

“Dig it?” You finish for him with a smile, placing your hand comfortingly on his knee.