#benissohot

BEN DROWNED X READER SMUT

Summary: You get home from work and chat to your online friend BEN, when you ask to video call things get heated

Warnings: 16+, smut, phone sex?, swearing

It had been a long, tiresome day.

People at work were irritating, you banged your shin on the leg of a table - which you were pretty positive was already coming up in a dark bruise, you stepped into a mucky puddle getting out of your car this morning and now your front door was getting jammed slightly ajar when you were trying to close it.

You sigh, chucking your stuff onto the small table near your front door - which you had just managed to push shut after five minutes of fighting with it, and throw yourself into the chair in front of your computer with a creaking thud. You lean forward and press the ‘on’ button on your computer, already feeling your stress dissipating with the familiar whirr of it booting up. You tap your fingernails on your desk, wondering if he had messaged you at all today. Your online friend BEN. You had only seen his face a couple of times through pictures in your whole 3 months of chatting, but you had a connection with him, the late night messages, the hours of talking every single day. But you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want more. You wanted to talk to him, hear his voice. Was it deep? Whiny? Did he feel the same way about you too?

The second your computer boots up you immediately pull up the chatroom you frequent almost daily and spot the little green dot next to his name. You click on his name excitedly, after having waited all day to talk to him, your little evening routine. You realise he has already sent you some messages prior to your return home.

BEN: Heyyyyy :-)

BEN: You home yet?

BEN: I missed you today :-(

You smile as you start typing, unsure of what to say. For some reason as of recently, you have began to feel nervous when talking to him. All the flirty messages, the teasing. You’re pulled out of your thought when the little ‘bloop’ noises of him sending more messages grabs your attention.

BEN: Woww online but ignoring my messages huh?

BEN: I know you’re thereee

BEN: Answer me Y/N >:-(

BEN: Are you ignoring me?? :-o

You think for a moment, your fingers ghosting over your keyboard. Then you start typing.

Y/N: Nooo of course not

Y/N: I just got home lol I had a reallyyy shitty day

BEN starts typing almost immediately, making you giggle to yourself as you lean back into your chair. Your thoughts quickly start wandering again, thinking about him. Recently, you were thinking more inappropriate things about him- what he was like in bed, how big his cock was. You really wanted to call him, but were worried he would say no or get uncomfortable and stop talking to you. However, you rationalise, it had been three months and you had both talked about meeting eachother, talking to eachother for real. What harm could it do, asking to talk to him for real?

You focus your attention back on your computer.

BEN: Aww nooo, you wanna talk about it?

BEN: Y/N?

BEN: Y/NNNNNN?? Is everything ok?

Y/N: I’m fineee

Y/N: Just thinking about stuff

BEN: What stuff?

Y/N: You

BEN: Mmm what about me?

Y/N: What you sound like

Y/N: I bet your voice is so cute

The chat goes quiet for a minute. Three dots disappearing and reappearing as BEN types out a message. Your heart is beating quite fast, feeling sure he will blow you off and try to change the subject. You have heard horror stories about talking to people online. People pretending to be someone they aren’t, kidnappings, murders. Despite all that, you are certain that BEN would never lie to you, you had both told eachother things you have never told anyone else.

BEN: Oh really?

BEN: I wonder if your voice sounds as sexy as you look ;)

Y/N: I’m serious Ben

Y/N: I want to know what you sound like

BEN: Mmmm only if you beg baby

You scoff. You should’ve known he would start his pervy antics. You decide to comply with his perverted request, seeing as you really did want to see him and talk to him properly.

Y/N: Please Benny, please can we call? I want to see you and talk to you so badly I’d do anything

BEN: Anything?

BEN: Wow baby how can I say no to that?

Your heart starts racing quickly as a video call request appears in the middle of your screen. You hover the cursor over the accept button for a few seconds, bracing yourself for what was about to happen.

You click accept, and the call connects. You’re met with the same boy that you had seen in the pictures Ben sent you. You breathe a mental sigh of relief, forcing a shy wave as you see yourself appear in the corner of the screen.

“What, are you acting all shy Y/N?” His voice is smug, yet sweet and charming. You can see his upper body, he’s wearing a nerdy t-shirt with some lame gaming joke on it. He seems to notice your hesitance to reply to him. “God, you’re so cute. Acting all shy in front of me.” He continues, leaning closer to the screen so you can only see his face. “Are you gonna talk to me, or just sit there looking pretty while I do all the talking?” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I love your voice…” You say quietly, biting your nails nervously, using your hand to try and cover your face. “Ugh, I’m so nervous..” You admit, feeling a little embarrassed that he is having this type of effect on you. You notice that this makes his smile smugly, staring intently at the screen. “Fuck, your voice is so pretty baby.” He replies. “No need to be nervous, it’s just like on text.” His words have an effect on you, especially the flirty nicknames he likes to call you, however, they seem to hit more when they physically come out his mouth, in his voice. “Are you embarrassed?” He asks, “Embarrassed that you’re squirming everytime I call you cute or pretty?”

You bite your lip, “I’m not embarrassed. It’s just-“

“Just what, baby?” He teases, mocking you slightly. You fidget with the hem of your shirt, a small blush coating almost the entirety of your face. “I’m only teasing you. You said you had a bad day, tell me about it.”

You sigh, recalling the events of your day as he listens intently. As you’re nearing the end of your slight rant you notice him smiling funnily. “Why are you smiling like that?” You ask, giggling.

“It’s nothing,” He laughs, biting his lower lip as he stares at you. “It feels like we do this all the time, you know?” You nod in agreement, looking at the bottom of your screen and noticing it’s after 9 p.m. “Shit, it’s late. I should get my pyjamas on, I’m still sitting here in my work clothes.”

“Go for it. I don’t mind watching.” He grins, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin on the palm of his hand. You’re slightly taken aback but the comment sends a wave of heat down to your core. It sends an irrational thought straight to your head. “Mmm okay then,” You purr, “You want to watch me get undressed?”

Ben’s eyes immediately light up, “are you kidding?” He sits upright, awaiting your next move. You roll your seat back so he can see from your thighs up to your head. You slowly lift the hem of your shirt, exposing your stomach. “My God,” he mumbles, beginning to feel his cock stiffen in his shorts. “More, baby.”

You pull your shirt up higher, exposing your bra, collarbones, neck, until you pull it completely over your head and let it fall to the floor, leaving you in only your bra and trousers. “You’re so gorgeous, baby, and you’re all mine, aren’t you?” He says, palming himself through his shorts, looking at your breasts and face. You stand up from your chair, turning around so that your back is facing him and start unbuttoning your trousers. “Yes, Benny, I’m all yours.” You whine, tugging down your trousers and beginning to unclip your bra.

“Turn around for me,” he groans, dipping his hand into his shorts and pulling out his cock that was beginning to throb. “You want to see me stroke my cock, looking at your gorgeous body?” He grunts, pushing himself away from his desk so you could see him from the waist up. You turn around and pull your bra off, leaning forward so he could get a good view. “Fuck, you love this don’t you?” He whines, rubbing his thumb over his sensitive slit, spreading the beads of precum that had started to leak out. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

You slip your panties down your legs and sit back down on your chair with your heels balanced on the edge, legs spread out so he can see your pulsing cunt. “Shit, Benny, I’m so wet.” You mewl, slowly bringing your hand over to touch yourself. “Such a pretty cunt,” he praises, “so wet and needy for me.” He slowly starts moving his hand up and down, his gaze focused on you gently rubbing circles around your sensitive clit. “You do this all the time?” He teases, gaining speed as he pumps up and down, “fingering that pretty pussy, thinking of me, wishing it was me?”

You let out a strained moan, “I do,” you admit, “want your cock so badly.” You start rubbing faster, letting out a small gasp as you insert a finger inside yourself, using your thumb to keep friction on your clit. “You’re such a little slut,” he whines, “all those times we were texting and you’re sitting there toying with that little cunt?” He groans, his hips stuttering as he ruts into his hand. “Gonna cum in that tight little hole.”

You moan at his words, adding another finger and rubbing even faster. “I’m sorry-“ you whine “I couldn’t help it. Spent so much time thinking about you…Ah-“ you feel a knot forming in your stomach as you continue to stare at him, stroking himself with his mouth hanging open, drooling on himself. “Ah- I’m gonna cu-cum..” you whine.

“Shit- me too..” He groans, thrusting up into his hand. “Ah- ah-..” he ruts a couple more times until several ropes of sticky white cum shoot out onto his fist and stomach. You pick up your pace, removing your fingers and focusing on rubbing yourself until you feel the coil in your stomach come loose. You moan loudly, sinking back into your chair, feeling something hot pooling underneath you.

“My God,” he moans breathlessly, “such a bad girl, sitting there in your own cum.” He chuckles gently. Reaching for some tissues to clean himself up. You sit there quietly, still trying to gain some composure from your orgasm. You finally let your legs drop from your chair and look around the floor for your panties, you quickly grab them and put them on. You both make eye contact through the screen and start laughing. “So, should we do that again sometime?” He asks hopefully.

“Definitely.”