#umbrella!reader

Luther’s wedding was chaotic, and you expected no less of it. There were a great many highlights to the night if you were being honest, but the one that took the cake had to be Ben and Five’s drunken rambles. Or at least that’s what you would’ve said had it not been for Ben’s insistence on sticking by your side and coaxing you to drink with him, for some reason.

“I already told you I’m too much a lightweight to just drink whenever I feel like it.” You repeated as you chose one of the newly vacant hotel rooms, Ben directly behind you.

“That’s unfortunate, but more for meee.” He tried to take another swig but you snatched the bottle out of his hand, groaning.

“You’ve clearly had far too much, come here,” You didn’t wait for his response as you pushed him into one of the two beds in the room. Much to your dismay, and his pleasure, he grabbed your arm and pulled you so that you were on top of him, knees split by his leg in between them.

Ben seemed all too amused by this, tilting his head with a sly grin as he stared at your face, examining it in a way that almost made you uncomfortable.

Finally, he spoke. “You’re pretty.”

You blinked, mouth opening to respond and closing again several times. That was until you realized his fingers were creeping to your hand that held the bottle, and you rolled your eyes.

“And, you’re drunk.”

You sat up, holding the bottle up to your head and downing it’s remains before tossing it to the side. “There, there’s nothing for you to get, now sleep.”

“Can you sleep with me?” He asked, an unfamiliar tone slipping into his voice. He even threw the blankets aside and made room for you by the window. Just as you were about to say no he gave you that look again, the same look he gave you before, and suddenly sleeping with him didn’t seem too bad.

So you slipped into the bed, pulling the blankets up and facing him, so you don’t have to face the fact the world is imploding right outside that window.

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You don’t remember what happened after that, but waking up now you prayed to whatever deity that was listening it wasn’t anything bad. Because it sure as hell felt like it was something bad when you woke up to Ben’s bare chest against you, his arms circled fully around your hips and holding them in place, and perhaps the most alarming, neither of you were wearing pants.

“You fainted straight into my arms,” His voice was groggy and vibrated in the most annoying delightful way, “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

That didn’t sound right. But when you tried to remember what actually happened his fingers squeezed into your hips, slowly trailing down to your thigh and pulling your leg on top of his own hip.

Or maybe not. What did you do last night. “Would you mind…recounting for me?”

He chuckled, and it resounded right through your body.

“I don’t actually know, but one can only guess from these.” He pulled the blanket off, and looking closer you realized just how many hickeys were littered on his chest, his neck, not to mention the scratches.

You blinked, hard. Dear god did you fuck him? You wouldn’t be surprised, he was hot. But Jesus Christ. You’re never drinking again, if not for the fact that the world was ending soon then for the fact that you’d prefer to remember it if you slept with Ben again.

Though now that if was looking like when with the way you felt him harden between your legs, finger tracing circles on your thigh and lookin at you so…

You don’t know who leaned in first, but you’d practically latched onto each other. Mouths moving against each other desperately. His hips grinding upwards as he pressed himself into the wetness that pooled in your underwear. You whimpered into his mouth at the feeling, the noise shocking your nearly as much as it did him.

Ben rolled the two of you over, shifting you onto his lap and keeping his hands planted on your hips as you kept grinding, his boxers growing damper with every movement.

“Fucking tease.”

“I dunno, you seem to enjoy it.” You retorted, staring down at him.