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illfoandillfie · 7 months

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Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Pairing: Rich Fuckboy!Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Summery: An unexpected call from Ben results in an unexpected evening.

Warnings: Smut (18+), Rich kid dickishness, dom/sub dynamics, mostly dom ben and sub reader, but also a little round the other way, a fair bit of derogatory/degrading language (esp whore), edging, cockwarming, a little spanking, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, piv sex, begging, bondage, forced orgasm. I think thats all.

Words: 12,890

A/N: Wasn't necessarily planning to write more of rich bitch Benny but then I saw some promo pics for his movie Love At First Sight and something in my brain booted up. This was written over a stupidly long time, literally months, so hopefully its okay lmao. Also please excuse any weird formatting. The way tumblr works, paragraphs can't be more than 4096 characters so some of the dialogue had to be broken up to make it postable.

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“You get two questions.” “Five,” Bianca countered. “Two. I want to have a shower.” “Fine.” She agreed, disgruntled. Bianca had ambushed you the second you got home, having stayed up waiting on the couch to hear all about your date with Ben. She’d listened patiently, laughing or nodding and squealing a little, as you told her about the restaurant he’d chosen and the club and ending up on the yacht. But when you’d admitted you had slept with him, she got so excited you were a little worried she’d forget to breathe. Bianca thought for a moment, choosing which of her questions were most worth asking, “Okay, one, was he good? Like did you get off?” “Yeah, he was very good,” you smiled to yourself thinking about just how good he’d been, following all your orders. Bianca seemed a little relieved that the exceptional lover she’d fantasised about so many times could live up to the image. “Was he into any weird kinks?” You thought for a moment, contemplating how little you could get away with saying, “Nothing super unusual. But y’know that’s stuff you don’t necessarily bring out the first time.” “Nothing kinky? Not even like some bondage or spitting or anything?” “You asked me about weird! Yeah there was a little bondage. Spanking too.”

"I knew it!” she said before the loudest squeal yet and you hurried to shush her before a neighbour complained. “He was hung right? Please god tell me he was hung.” “Thats more than two questions.” “Fuck, c’mon Y/N. Just describe his dick for me. I've been trying to picture it for years, it’d be mean of you not to tell me.” You laughed, enjoying teasing her but you felt a little bad for sleeping with her celebrity crush so held up your hands to demonstrate an approximate length, “Comparisons could be drawn to horses.” Her eyes lit up like it was Christmas, “I knew it.” “He wasn’t super thick but he was decently long. Nothing crazy but more than enough. Very slight curve.” She’d closed her eyes and hummed as you described him, “It’s beautiful,” she said dreamily. Laughing, you bid her goodnight, looking forward to showering and then heading to bed, but once more she stopped you. “Wait, are you going to sell the story?” “Oh, I can’t. He made me sign an NDA. I’ve probably said too much already so don’t go repeating it okay.” “So that’s why no one ever spills too many details.” “Yeah, must be.” You felt a little bad for lying but you really wanted to shower, and you knew she’d ask more questions if you admitted you didn’t want to tell anyone now. If the night had gone more to Ben’s plan, if you’d let him be in control, you wouldn’t have had any qualms about writing to a magazine with the big scoop. But he’d obviously cultivated a particular image in the public conscious, one that didn’t necessarily align with ideas of him as a willing, even eager, submissive. The thought of selling that story made you feel dirty in a way the other versions just wouldn’t. So, at the end of the night you’d promised to keep it a secret, even if that meant remaining poor. You’d gotten to domme The Benjamin Hardy after all, what more did you need.

As it happened, it wasn’t so much what you needed, but rather what Ben did. Around two weeks after your night together, you answered a call from a private number, hoping it wasn’t a scam caller. Your surprise at hearing Ben’s voice saying your name was rivalled only by his apparent surprise that he was calling. “Um, what’s this about?” you felt entirely caught off guard. “I- well, I guess I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me tonight?” It didn’t sound so much like he was asking you, as he was questioning his decision to call. You laughed, stepping into your cupboard and pulling the door closed so you’d be less likely to be overheard. The darkness made everything feel more surreal than it already did, “You already bored of the airheads who just do what you say?” He scoffed, his uncertainty falling away at the first opportunity to be a tosser, “No, actually, I’m looking for an easy shag. Most of my regular options are at this fashion thing this weekend but I knew you wouldn’t be invited.” “Fashion event? Is that what they told you? They’re probably off trying for a different sugar daddy.” “Good luck to them. They’ll all be back, but my cock’s hard now.” You rolled your eyes, “C’mon Benny, you don’t have to lie to me. Just admit you liked what I did to you and want me to do it again.” “I just liked your cunt.” “You liked me threatening to peg you.” He paused for a beat, “I like the idea of fucking your arse more.” “Okay, this is cute,” you said, growing bored of his asshole attitude, “but I’ve got better things to do. Bye Ben.” “Wait, don’t hang up.” You let him hang in silence for a few seconds before saying, “I’m listening,” intrigued by the way the bravado had dropped from his voice. “Would you like to get dinner with me?” “Just dinner?” “Yes. Your call if anything else happens.” You hummed in thought, weighing up your options. On one hand, Bianca would freak out at even the smallest hint there was more than just a one-night stand between you and Ben. And you didn’t really feel like being paraded in front of cameras or his boorish friends again. But on the other, you’d clearly awoken something in Ben. To the point where he seemed willing to go out with you again, even without the promise of sex. And that was after just one night of being edged....imagine what you could do with more time. “Okay, dinner sounds nice. But not at that ridiculous place you took me last time.” “You didn’t like it there?” “It was nice, but the cameras are a bit of a buzzkill.” “Well I can get us in anywhere else, but the paparazzi will find me wherever we go.” “So then let me pick where we eat.” “Do you have a standing reservation at any Michelin star restaurants?” “No but they’re not the only places to eat in this city.” you only just managed not to call him an idiot. “The only worthwhile ones. Michelin literally means delicious in French.” “It’s a tire company Ben, it means jack shit. Just let me pick where we eat.” “Fine, but only if I’m guaranteed a shag. A good one, that I get to control.” “What happened to just dinner?” “I think we both know just dinner wasn’t really going to happen. You liked my cock too much. But if I’m not allowed to choose where we go, you’re not allowed to dom me.” “But isn’t that the entire reason you called?” “Not the entire reason. I’ll have you know there were ulterior motives.”

By the time Ben pulled up you were waiting out on the street. You’d decided it was best to get out without Bianca finding out who you were going out with, just to minimize the questions and potential jealousy or excitement. You weren’t sure which direction her emotions would go in. So you’d twisted the truth a little to make it sound like Ben was a random guy you’d matched with on tinder. Bianca had been interested but not as overbearing as she might have been had she known, her questions more general ones about where you were going and how long you’d been messaging the guy. Ben seemed a little surprised when he saw you waitingbut got out and held the limo door open for you. “Worried if I came up you’d forget yourself and just have to get my cock out?” You snorted, “No, I just don’t want Bianca to know I’m going out with you again.” “Bianca....why does that name sound familiar?” “She’s my roommate. I mentioned her last time. She was with me when we met and you first asked me out.” “Oh, right, the chick who puked.” Ben laughed, “You worried she’d be jealous? Should have invited her, she sounds easy and you know that’s my type.” “Ben,” you said firmly, beginning to regret not just hanging up on him, “you know that sort of comment isn’t going to work on me, especially since you’re talking about my friend. Now either stop acting like such a prick, or I will go back upstairs and block your number. There is no one here who is going to be impressed by your bullshit. “Sorry.” He said softly and surprisingly sincerely, “You look nice, by the way.” “Sure you don’t want to tell me I should have dressed sluttier?” You waved a hand in front of yourself, indicating the dress you’d chosen. It was neither as short, nor as tight, as the dress you’d worn last time, falling to your knees, not clinging to your skin. The only vaguely revealing part of the dress was a little bit of cleavage on display and even that wasn’t much. “No, it suits you. And you look lovely in it.” You were a little suspicious but chose to accept the complement, thanking Ben before saying, “I did do as you asked though. No underwear.” He tried not to look too pleased, “Can I see?” “Not yet.” “What if I promise to go down on you until we get to wherever you’re taking me – which is where by the way?” You gave him the address and he passed it on to the driver. “So?” he asked as the car began to move, “You know I know how to eat pussy.” You rolled your eyes, though you felt that at least his tact included offering to pleasure you rather than just himself, “No. Not yet.” “I thought you promised to be my whore,” he pouted. Ben still wasn’t used to not getting his way immediately, “My whores do what I say when I say it.” “Well we both know that doesn’t work with me, does it baby,” you weren’t sure how far Ben would let you push him, but it was fun to test the waters. He made a low rumbly sound, almost a growl, and for a moment you wondered if he’d put his hand on your throat like last time, attempt to intimidate you into complying. Instead, he just nodded and subtly palmed the front of his pants. “I know I let you maul me in this limo last time,” you felt confident enough that he wouldn’t try anything to continue, “but that was when I was trying to lull you into a false sense of domination. So we’re going to have dinner first and you’re going to be nice to me. And then, once we’re on the way to your place, that’s when I’ll let you take control.” Ben was quiet for a moment, contemplating what you’d said. You could see his habitual tendencies to objectify every women he talked to were battling with his clear enjoyment of being bossed around, “Okay, deal. But you’ll be fucking in for it later.”

“Who’s house is this?” Ben asked as he offered you a hand out of the limo, the bag of food in his other. You leant back in to grab the bottle of champagne and the glasses, able to feel Ben ogling the hem of your dress as it rose up the back of your legs, “It’s not the house we’re here for, c’mon.” You led him around the corner and up a little alley that ran behind the houses. Ben scrunched up his nose a little, “Bit…dingy isn’t it. Not really the sort of place I want to eat. Quickie during a party is a different story though.” You ignored him, leading him further down the path until it opened out into a little garden which was surrounded by trees, making it feel removed from the outside world. Ben’s dissatisfaction with the alley turned into a bemused approval, “Well this is quite nice. You set it up yourself?” “No, the lights got put up for a Christmas party a few years back and they just left them up.” Ben looked around at the twinkling white solar lights draped throughout the tree branches, “Well it’s not what I was expecting but it’s nice. Cute. Little bit romantic even with the moonlight and all. Well done.” You laughed a little and took the bag from him as you sat down in the middle of a circle of stone pavers, pulling out the few dishes you’d ordered as well as some paper plates and bamboo cutlery. Ben watched you for a while until you told him to sit down. He warily crouched down, brushing leaf litter from a patch before he sat proper. When he caught your raised eyebrow he shrugged, “This suit is worth more than you make in a year. Not even the best cunt in the world could make me ruin it.” “You think I have the best cunt in the world? I’m flattered,” you continued dishing up the food, handing a plate to Ben. “That’s not what I meant. We’ll see after tonight though. If you behave and take me the way I want, you might be in the running.” You did your best to hide a smile, trying not to give away how amusing his comment was. That is, until he took it too far and your smile turned into an eye roll. “Although, to really be sure I’d have to have all the contenders lined up for me to test out one after another. Hmmm, now that’s a thought." You cleared your throat, hoping a gentle reminder would be enough but Ben remained lost in pornographically unrealistic fantasies, the outline of his cock much more visible than it had been a moment before. “Fork Ben?” you asked, tempted to poke him with the implement.” “You’ve gotten eager but alright.” This time you did poke him, just quickly in the shoulder, emphasising correct articulation as you repeated, “Fork.” “Ow, alright.” He took the cutlery from you, “you’re the one who was talking about cunts though. Can’t blame me for mishearing.” Before you could do more than huff in response Ben quickly said, “So, you gonna explain this place to me? Because I can tell you, if we’re caught trespassing here, we’ll definitely end up in the papers and that sort of publicity is much less fun than being seen at a nice restaurant.”

You shook your head as you settled back with your own plate, “No, we have permission to be here. Hows the food by the way?” “Incredible. Can’t believe I haven’t heard of them before.” “Well they don’t have any Michelin stars so maybe that’s why. And don’t you start telling your rich friends about it. I don’t want you ruining my favourite Thai place.” Ben laughed, “So when you say we have permission to be here what do you mean?” “Well, I grew up in this area actually. One street over, but I used to come to this spot a lot. It was designed to be a little community garden, there’s still some planters over along the fence, but mostly it gets used for street parties and things, so usually it was empty. I used to come here when I wanted to be alone. It seemed so secret and secluded and, I don’t know, kind of magical I guess. I mean, now I know it wasn’t quite as secret as I thought. The house that we’re behind can see directly between those two trees,” you pointed at them, “and the old couple who used to live there were friends with my parents, so they’d keep an eye on me. And then when I was a bit older I did some baby sitting for their daughter who eventually moved back into the house to look after her parents and who still lives there now since she inherited it.” “So she can see us? Didn’t know you were into exhibitionism.” “She’s overseas at the moment. But our families have kept in contact and when I said I had a date I wanted to bring here she said it’d be fine.” “Condemning silence about exhibitionism which I’ve definitely filed away. But this place is nice. A little dirty perhaps, but nice.” He had another mouthful and then said, “So, why exactly did you bring me here?” “Isn’t that obvious?” He hummed thoughtfully, “Because you’re a dirty girl who likes doing it outside? Because you didn’t want me to have home ground advantage? Because you don’t like the idea of other women having me and this way you get me all to yourself? Am I getting close?” “I wanted to see you away from the cameras and the fawning models and the arseholes you call friends. I wanted a nice, normal sort of a night where we weren’t going to end up on the front page of every gossip website. And I wanted to see if you were a prick even without an audience.” “Please, you like it” he scoffed teasingly, “And I don’t understand what you’ve got against having your photo taken. I told you last time that being seen is half the fun. I mean, don’t me wrong, this is nice too. Just a bit boring in comparison.” “Mmm, well I’m sure there’ll be plenty of articles speculating on where you were tonight since no one’s got a picture.” Ben perked up a little at the idea, “That’s a good point. Maybe a quiet night every so often isn’t a bad idea.”

For the next little while, as you finished your dinner, Ben oscillated between total sweetheart and utter dickhead, as though he were playing Double Dutch with the line between. You’d hoped that getting him on his own would discourage some of the behaviours he’d displayed last time you’d been with him. If he wasn’t around his idiot friends, he’d have no one to objectify women with. If you weren’t at a restaurant, none of his previous or prospective conquests could remind him of wild nights that he’d then tell you all about. If he couldn’t throw money around in order to buy your company for the night, he’d have to offer stimulating conversation and a genuine reason for your interest instead. But apparently it was not as cause and effect as you’d assumed and Ben still managed to do all the things you’d hoped to avoid. And if anything, being alone with him with no other women to distract made him even more intent on getting you out of your clothes. He suggested first that dinner would taste better eaten off your tits. And then when you tried to come up with a new topic of conversation, he decided to reminisce about a time he’d seduced a TV personality on the set of a cooking show after they’d both been judging it. And every time you took a sip of champagne he’d watch as if telepathically trying to get you drunk. The annoying thing was that in between he was absolutely delightful. You knew there was a decent man buried beneath the layers of wankery his affluent lifestyle had imbued him with. But it was only after he smiled charmingly, leaned in close, and suggested you give him a quick handy if you weren’t going to lift your skirt, that you grew fed up enough to voice the opinion you’d formed about his style of flirting. “Y’know, I thought you’d be better at it.” “Better at what?” he asked suspiciously, “I can assure you I’m incredible at it, you just need a proper demonstration.” “No not that. Flirting. I mean, that is what you’re trying to do isn’t it?” “Obviously,” he said, taken aback. “I guess you’ve never had to really try have you? You were blessed with looks and money. Probably never been turned down in your life, even when you should have been.” “What are you talking about? Don’t tell me you actually are as dumb as the rest of them. And here I was thinking fucking your brains out would be an actual accomplishment.” “No, I just….it’s not good flirting. You realise that right?” “What do you mean not good flirting? It works every time.” “No, I think it’s the money that works every time. Being rich means you can get away with a lot of other bullshit.” When he seemed likely to try and contradict you, you spoke over the top of him, “Listen, I know I can’t speak for every woman you hit on but I can tell you that if an average looking guy with an average amount of money tried to flirt the way you do, he would be shot down. Very, very quickly. For the most part women don’t want to be degraded by random guys they go out with. And they don’t want to hear about all your other conquests when you’re hitting on them.” “Well what would you know,” he said, crossing his arms in sullen defensiveness.

You turned up the condescension, “Aww baby, I get it. You’ve never had to learn how to keep a girl interested without buying her attention." Ben was still pouting but his expression had changed, less cocksure. “It’s okay baby, I’ll keep you in line.” Ben gave half a nod but then paused, “Hey, wait. Stop making me feel subby, I’m meant to be domming tonight.” You laughed at how he sounded almost like he was going to throw a tantrum, “but it’s so easy and fun.” “Well turning you into a fucked out cockslut will be fun too.” There was a short pause and then Ben, much more seriously said, “But you really think my flirting is bad?” “I hate to break it to you but, kinda yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not all bad. You just need some work. Sometimes you take things a bit far with the teasy banter.” “Like when?” “Hmmm well, just before when you were bragging about how expensive your suit is – which is pretty unsexy by the way – and then I countered with a joke about having the best cunt in the world. Personally I didn’t mind your come back about making me behave or whatever. It was a little crass maybe but not too much more than what I’d said, and since we both know I’m letting you take charge tonight it was a bit hot. But then you took it too far by inventing a scenario in which you would have the chance to compare me to other women. We went from hot to ick in a matter of seconds.” “I’m pretty sure I was implying that you would win.” “Didn’t really sound like it and absolutely not the point. How can I put it? When you talk to me like I’m a normal human being not something put in front of you for your sexual gratification, when we have a proper conversation with a little bit of banter, that’s fun and enjoyable and makes me want to sleep with you. But then you’ll tell me about some other woman you had sex with or you’ll make a derogatory comment about my friend, whom you’ve not even properly met, or you’ll act like you expect me to get my tits out as, I don’t know, decoration while you eat. Basically anything to imply that the only reason you’re even here with me is to have sex.” “But that was the agreement.” “I know. And I am totally fine with having a night out with the expectation it’ll end in sex. But it would be nice, and it would make me want to fuck you more, if you acted like getting laid wasn’t the only thing you care about. Especially because sometimes it’s like you don’t even care who you have sex with as long as you get off, like you have no interest in if I enjoy it, you just want to use me cause I'm there.” “And that’s bad?” “As a flirting technique yes.” “But it’s a complement? And I’ve been with loads of women who say being used is hot.” “Well it’s not the nicest complement ever. And I’m not saying it isn’t hot in some situations. But not everyone likes it and even women who do enjoy it don’t necessarily want it all the time or with someone they’ve never slept with before.” “Lighten up, it’s a bit of fun and I always get them off." “Yeah but you imply that you don’t care if they cum or not which makes you seem like a bit of an asshole. Plus sometimes it can come off a little rapey. Less like a ‘I don’t care if you cum’ and more of a ‘I don’t care if you actually want it’ type thing. I don’t think I need to tell you why that’s unattractive.” “I- no- how,” Ben spluttered before he finally managed, “I would never!” “I’m not saying you have and I’m not saying you would. But sometimes you can come off a bit like that, even if it’s well intentioned. Last time we went out you pinned me down in the back of your car, your hand on my throat, and told me I was going to do everything you wanted. You were practically a stranger, I didn’t know where we were, I had no quick way of leaving partly because we were in your car and partly because of the stupidly high shoes I was wearing. It was kind of threatening. I mean I know that wasn’t your intention but…” you trailed off letting Ben absorb what you’d said.

“I really didn’t realise that’s how I sounded, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. I was never scared or anything, I didn’t think you would rape me. And I don’t say this to accuse you of something or to be mean. I’m just sick of some of the things you’ve been saying, and I think you deserve to know that what you think is cheeky flirting can come across differently to the women you’re flirting with. "Um, well, thanks I guess. ‘Spose it is better for me to know. Don’t want to get cancelled or whatever, father would kill me. So, do you want me to take you home now?” “What? No, not at all.” “I don’t want you to think you have to sleep with me. If you want to end tonight early, I’m okay with that.” “Oh, baby, no, that’s not what I want. I came here knowing I’d end up in your bed and I think we can still have fun. Besides, I’m still eating.” “Are you sure? Wouldn’t think you’d still be up for it after everything you said.” “To tell the truth I'd really love to dom you now. Punish you for some of the gross bullshit you’ve said, put you in your place again. But we made a deal and I’m very happy to hold to it.” “Really? I think you killed my boner.” You giggled, “Well if you don’t want to, we can just finish dinner and you can drop me home. But I think I can get you back up.” Ben eyed you suspiciously, “How?” “I train you to behave better.” He shifted surreptitiously but didn’t say anything. “We stay here, finish dinner, finish his bottle of champagne, talk for a bit. But every time you say something I would consider bad flirting technique, I will do something to remind you to be better. Pull your hair, maybe edge you, whatever will get the message across.” “I guess that could be fun.” Ben said, trying to sound as if he didn’t mind and failing, “Not really the deal we made though.” You laughed, “Are you telling me that wouldn’t make you want revenge? Being edged and teased when you were meant to be in charge. Wouldn’t that rile you up. Make you want to turn the tables, show me who’s boss. I mean, all your cocky dom behaviour is what got me wanting to tie you up last time, but maybe it doesn’t work like that for you.” “Oh! I hadn’t thought of it like that.” “Because you like when I tell you what to do.” “No. Well maybe a bit. But mostly because I feel bad and thought I should just do what you want so you’d know I wouldn’t, like, hurt you or whatever. I mean, I would have expected another night for you to make it up to me but…” “It is tempting but I’ll admit I might have some ulterior motives for letting you dom me,” you leaned closer to Ben as if you were about to reveal a big secret, “You can learn a lot about how to control a guy by letting him control you. So I’m happy to let you do virtually anything you want to me. With a few exceptions.” “What sort of exceptions?” “I don’t mind anal play,” you dropped into a more serious tone rather than the sultry one you’d slipped into, “but I haven’t done any prep for it so none of it tonight please. Also, I would prefer any marks left are in easy to hide places. Concealer can be bloody expensive and I don’t want to waste any on whatever hickeys and bruises you want to leave. And I’m not super into choking. I don’t mind a hand on my neck but no squeezing if possible.” Ben hummed, “But everything else is on the cards? Mouth and cunt? Spanking? Hair pulling? Tying you up?” “Mmhmm. Whatever you want. As soon as we’re back in that car of yours. Of course, if you’re feeling all subby then that could be what you want.” A low rumble emanated from Ben’s throat as if he were growling and it made you intrigued and a little wet. But you did your best to play it cool, “See, looks like we’re fixing your boner already.”

Fortunately for you, it seemed to take Ben a little while to grasp just what you considered inappropriate flirting. At first you kept your reminders small, giving him firm taps and small pinches, maybe cutting him off to tell him to try again. But, when the lessons didn’t seem to be sticking, you ramped it up a little. By the time you were finished with the food and had moved on to finishing the champagne, he once again tried to describe a night he’d spent with another women, going into unnecessary detail about her figure in less than polite terms. You let him talk as you undid his zip and reached into his pants. Ben hummed as your fingers stroked along his already semi hard length, easily pulled free since he’d not worn underwear either, “Your gonna try and outdo her now are you?” he asked, seemingly having forgotten your threats, “Hope you know how to suck properly cause she was an expert.” You didn’t respond, just kept focused on the handjob as Ben went back to describing what the young woman had done to him. His voice became strained as he got more excited, his cock well and truly hard within your grasp, beads of precum at his tip. “Why’d you stop?” he groaned when you removed your hand before he could finish. “I told you I’d edge you.” “I thought you were bluffing,” he admitted, his face flushed. “Oh I never joke about edging baby. Especially when I’m using it to correct bad behaviour.” “What’s to stop me just finishing myself off?” “Well then you obviously wouldn’t need me at all tonight.” Ben’s hand hovered over his cock for a moment before he moved it aside. “Good boy. Now tell me more about that art show you mentioned. Did you say there was an auction?”

“Um, yeah.” He blinked like he was trying to get his brain to switch thought, “Father thinks I should be seen at fundraisers and charity events more than at clubs and restaurants so I mostly went to keep him off my back. It was mostly pretty boring but I ended up winning this stunning painting, only good piece of the night. Very detailed nude. The tits on her, phwoar. I even met the model who posed for it. Wanted to com-” Ben cut himself off as you began wanking him again. “Sorry.” “Thank you for apologising baby,” you sped your hand up, figuring since he’d caught himself before he said anything really bad you wouldn’t draw this one out. “You can stop, I didn’t say anything.” “Aww baby, I still have to edge you. Otherwise you’ll never learn.” Ben swore when you did release him, his breath heavy as he said, “That wasn’t fair. I wasn’t even going to say anything bad. Besides your tits are better. Not as big but I’ve touched both and yours are better. No, no, please.” “You can come up with a better complement than that.” You sighed, as if edging him was a chore you didn’t enjoy. “Fucking bitch. I know this is just cause I’ve got the best cock you’ve ever had and you wanted an excuse to touch it.” “Amazingly, that’s worse. And it’ll cost you another three edges. One for calling me a bitch. One for being so far up your own ass you think I couldn’t possibly have had better. And one because I know you’re enjoying this and that’s why you keep saying the douchiest shit.” You pulled your hand away, “Thats one.” Ben whined when you started on the next, the break between only short. “Don’t cum,” you reminded him, “it will not stop me, I’ll just overstimulate you instead. Maybe then you’ll really learn your lesson.” “Please, please, close,” Ben managed to whimper, and you pulled your hand away again to reward him. Ben whined and pounded his fist against the ground once, but he managed to keep whatever thoughts he was having to himself. He was clearly learning. “Just one more, okay baby?” Ben nodded, leaning back on his elbows. His cockhead was dark and precum dripped down his shaft. He wouldn’t last if you began another edge too soon so you decided to toy with him in other ways while you waited. Pushing yourself to your knees, you gathered the hem of your dress in your fists and slowly began to raise it. “Wasn’t sure I believed you,” Ben said, not quite managing to sound as cocky as he had before the edges but making a valiant attempt “Good to know you can follow instructions.” He reached a hand out as if to touch your naked pussy but you tutted and grabbed his wrist. “Not yet, baby.” you shuffled closer, keeping the front of your dress lifted as you placed a knee on either side of his legs. “Now edge yourself for me.” Ben groaned with longing as he looked at your cunt, but then he switched to glaring at you as he did as you’d said, slowly working his hand along his shaft, aided by precum and a little of his own spit. You’d been fully prepared to rub yourself along his cock or even against his thigh if he’d made a fuss, but he hadn’t even tried to argue. He was clearly planning your demise, if his expression was anything to go by, but you had expected that and only minded in so much as you were missing out on the subby little face he made when you’d had him last and he’d given in completely. But you let him go, occasionally instructing him, but mostly just watching his reactions, seeing if you could pick when he was close. It didn’t take long for him to get there, whining as he pulled his hand back. “Good boy,” you let your dress drop again, leaning forward to carefully tuck his leaking cock back into his pants, hoping that just your touch wouldn’t set him off.

Settling back onto the rug you continued the conversation as if nothing had happened, sipping at your champagne. Ben drank his a little faster, still staring daggers at you from over the rim of his glass, even when responding to you. But he seemed to have learnt his lesson. Once or twice he started to say something but cut himself off and changed tact, and you ended up having a genuinely pleasant chat. He was still flirty, still explicit about how much he wanted to fuck you, just less obnoxious about it. You didn’t have to hear about any more of his previous sexual escapades at any rate, and he was attentive enough to make you feel like sex was only most of what he cared about. Finally, you decided to put him out of his misery and see what he had in store for you. “Bottles empty." “I’ve got more back at the hotel” Ben said, catching on instantly – the bottle had been empty for a little while. “Perfect,” you smiled and let him help you to your feet, collecting the rubbish in the bag from the Thai place and dropping it into a bin out on the street as he hurried you back to the car. The driver stubbed out a cigarette on the road when he saw you approaching and was holding the door open by the time you reached him.

You were barely inside when Ben put his hand on your knees, pushing your legs open. “Already?” you asked, breath hitching as he exposed you. “Are you kidding? After what you did tonight, you think I’d wait?” he leaned in closer, one hand sliding up your thigh as the other remained firm on your knee so you couldn’t close your legs again, “After last time you really think I wouldn’t be itching to get my hands on you? You got something no one else has had and I’m so fucking annoyed that I liked it. I went home so pissed off after we docked because I know that you could have me on my knees, at your beck and call, in an instant. And I can’t have you out there bragging about it, telling anyone else, or I’m ruined. Especially because I also love domming sluts. Now, we did your quiet little dinner thing, I listened to you criticise me and imply I don’t satisfy my women. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I let you have some fun at my expense. You were obviously so desperate to get my cock out that you had to make up an excuse to touch me,” his fingers stroked against your cunt and he smirked as if your wetness was proving him right, “but that’s okay. I like my whores desperate.” You wanted to interrupt him, to tell him that he was wrong, or better yet to steal control from him again, but as soon as you opened your mouth his palm was covering it. “Shhh no, it’s my turn to talk. I think it’s time for you to have a lesson, a hard lesson, in what it means to be my whore. That was our deal anyway. So you’re going to be quiet and do what I want. Nod if you consent.” You decided you must have got through to him at least a little bit since he was now trying to make consent clear, it was a far cry from when he’d last had you pinned down in his limo anyway, and you had agreed to it beforehand. So you nodded. “You’re going to be an eager and willing slut for me aren’t you?” You nodded but it wasn’t enough for Ben who moved his hand away and ordered “repeat what you are.” “You’re eager and willing slut. Sir.” “That’s what I like to hear. And you will enjoy everything I do to you. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise. Now show me your cunt again.” He sat back and you readjusted yourself in the seat, hitching your dress up as you spread your legs wider. Ben hummed in appreciation, “Touch yourself for me.” You swallowed thickly and did as he asked, stroking your fingers over your lips, already a little wet from teasing him. But Ben expected more, “Do it properly. You know how big I am, get yourself ready so I can fit.”

It made you want to roll your eyes but you resisted the urge, ready to play along like you’d promised. Instead, you kept eye contact with him as you stuck your fingers in your mouth, slicking them up with saliva before moving them back down to your cunt. On another day you might have been able to use the position to your advantage, make him so eager for you with your display that you could take charge before he realised what was happening. You were certain that if you’d made Ben watch you fingering yourself last time he would have turned submissive before you even made it onto the yacht. But he seemed determined to give you a taste of your own medicine today. He made a pleased sound and just watched. There was definitely a tension to him – something in the way he sat back from you and how his hand rested on the edge of the seat as if he were about to dig his fingers into the soft leather to keep from giving in – but he kept up the appearance of nonchalance. Which made you less sure of your assessment, and more worried about what he had in store for you. By the time you were adding a third finger, you felt very flustered and warm. Ben hadn’t looked away once. He’d relaxed more, content with watching despite how he was straining against the fabric of his pants. He’d made a couple of comments to either instruct you more specifically, or to gloat about how following orders suited you. “You like to play at taking charge, but we both know you want a man like me to control you.” You shook your head but your defiance was undercut by a whine. Ben just laughed, “you’re cunt agrees with me. I can see how wet you are. I can hear it. Don’t think you’re wet enough to handle my cock yet though. Guess I should give you a hand.” He’d been slowly rolling up his sleeve as he spoke but once it was up he quickly moved to take over. His body boxed you in against the seat and he pulled your fingers free, replacing them with his own. You half expected him to reach for your throat like last time but he didn’t. He did however shove three large fingers into your cunt, making you whine a little at the extra stretch of them. “Knew you needed help,” he smirked as he began fingering you relentlessly, his movements shallow and fast but reaching deeper. After a few rapid strokes he added in a little curl of his fingers against your front wall and you moaned suddenly. The look Ben gave you was his most insufferable yet, entirely too pleased with himself, but there wasn’t much you could do since he was making you feel so good.

Entirely too quickly he stopped and you looked around confused, wondering if you’d arrived already. Ben didn’t answer, more concerned with getting his pants undone and pushing them down. You were about to suggest that maybe he was the desperate one when he sat down and beckoned you over. “You wanted it so bad, whore, here you go.” When you didn’t move straight away he clicked his fingers, “I know it's a monster but your cunt can take it. C’mon.” You moved closer and Ben grabbed your hips, manhandling you onto his lap, groaning as you sank down he shaft. Your back was to Ben, so you braced your hands on his knees, assuming you were meant to ride him. But he stopped you, wrapping an arm around you to keep you still, “no don’t move. You can warm me for a bit while I explain the trouble you’re in.” You squirmed, not out of a strong desire to exhaust yourself riding him, more to show he wouldn’t have it too easy, even if you had agreed to submit. Ben’s grip remained tight but his other hand did slip down to your pussy, his fingers finding your clit with surprising ease and rubbing it lightly. Not firm enough to get you very far but enough to make you want more. “You’re going to get a taste of your own medicine. I’m going to make you wait, and I’m going to make you beg, and I’m going to have you as much as I can tonight. And maybe again in the morning if you’re lucky.” “How do you know I’ll beg?” “Well if you don’t that’ll be your problem. Because you won’t be cumming until you do. But, see, I’ll get off as much as I want. Your little edging game means that even just being in you has me close already. It gave me some ideas too.” That was when he started rubbing your clit properly, his fingertips pressing against it, pulling you closer to the edge. You knew it wouldn’t last, that he’d stop before you got anywhere near orgasm, but that didn’t change how disappointing it was when he did. Especially because you involuntarily clenched around his cock at the sudden lack of stimulation, and heard Ben groan in your ear. “God you feel good when I deny you,” he said as he started again. You quickly lost track of how many edges you had and how long you’d been in the car. Ben hadn’t had the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but he’d made you whine and whimper. And he’d had more actual satisfaction than you, managing an orgasm just from the wet warmth of you tightening around him a few times. He’d gone rigid for a moment as he reached his release but then he’d recovered himself and gone right back to edging you. You’d tried to clench around him more intentionally, hoping to overstimulate him a little, but if he felt much he didn’t let on. Which meant that by the time he pushed you from his lap you could feel a combination of his cum and your slick on your thighs and dripping from your cunt. The car pulled up as Ben said, “Clean yourself up,” tossing you a few tissues from a pocket inside his suit jacket, “Can’t have you dripping through the foyer.” That felt more humiliating than anything else he’d done or said, especially because of how horny and wet you were, but Ben didn’t seem to notice as he tucked himself away again and smoothed out his suit. Once you’d straightened yourself up as much as you could in the confines of the limo, Ben helped you out, once again acting the gentleman as he offered you his arm.

You tried to act as normal as possible as you walked through the foyer of what was obviously a five star hotel, an ambitious goal considering what had happened on the drive there and how fancy the place seemed. "Do you live here?” you asked, hoping that having a conversation to focus on would help with the image you were attempting to cultivate. Ben shook his head as you approached the lifts, “No, I have a house. Father bought it for me when I turned 18. He thought it would do me good to live on my own or something. But I never take the women I fuck there.” You blinked, surprised, “why not?” “If I was dating them it would be different, and in fact one of my exes did move in there with me for a while. But one night stands don’t get to see where I live. I permanently keep the penthouse suite here for getting my dick wet. That’s how you know you’re one of my whores.” He didn't give you a chance to respond, pulling you into a demanding kiss, his hands roaming over your arse until the elevator dinged at his floor.

It was a short walk to his door and Ben already had the keycard out by the time you reached it, clearly eager for more. He took just enough time to place a do not disturb hanger on the door handle before he pushed you to your knees right there in the entry way. When you looked up he was working on unbuckling his pants again, his cock already hard as he pulled it out, his quick refractory time a result of the edges, or so you assumed. “I’m sure you’ve got some little plan to get on top going on in your head right now, Y/N,” he said as he worked on his pants, “But I assure you it won’t be happening tonight, so I think a little test is in order. You need to prove you can submit before you go any further.” You nodded meekly, already horny and resigned to your fate. “Well go on, suck.” You shuffled forward, feeling Ben’s large fingers twisting softly in your hair to guide you. Bracing yourself for his fist to tighten or for him to force you down his shaft, you pressed your lips to his tip. But he defied your expectations, his hands leaving you altogether once he had you in place. It was strange but you didn’t complain, focusing instead on his cock. Ben sighed in pleasure as you brought a spit wet palm up to stroke his shaft, your mouth busy becoming acquainted with his tip, but otherwise he made little acknowledgement of your actions. Instead he preoccupied himself getting undressed. You felt more than saw him shimmy out of his jacket, flinging it unceremoniously to the floor behind him. Next came the sound of his wristwatch being placed, much more carefully, on the hall stand beside you. A moment later his cufflinks joined it. When he took off his dress shirt you had to pause your bobbing, letting him fall from your lips as you pulled back to watch. He did have a very nice chest, you remembered that from last time, and you were sure he’d take your looking as a complement. Ben flashed you a pleased look as he noticed you, allowing you to watch as he slipped the shirt from his arms and dropped it to the floor, but once it was off he considered the show over. His fist was once again in your hair, this time much more forcefully tugging you back towards his cock. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” he drawled as you got your lips around his tip and felt his palm pushing you further down his length. You managed okay to start but without being able to control your pace as much you couldn’t keep from gagging as you took Ben deeper. Ben hummed, clearly satisfied with the sound, his hand loosening a little as a reward. You took the hint and found a rhythm that pleased him, working yourself up and down his shaft, your hand stroking whatever wasn’t in your mouth. You gagged a few more times as you pushed yourself further, but Ben definitely enjoyed it when you did. All of a sudden he stopped you, both hands in your hair to keep you from moving. “I think you’re ready now, hands off.” You had no idea what he thought you were ready for but you did as he said, partly because you wanted to prove him wrong about your ability to follow orders, but mostly because you were very turned on and wanted to hurry up and get to the bit where he’d fuck you for real. The thought was distracting enough that you were caught off guard as he pressed his hips forward, pushing more of his cock than you were ready for towards your throat. You gagged again and Ben groaned.

“Good girl, just take it.” He said grunted as he thrust into your mouth again, and then again, not worrying about going slow. Your hair was tangled tight in his fingers, keeping you from moving too far from where he wanted you. Instinct made you try to lean back a little but aside from Ben’s grip, you were too close to the door to get very far. You heard Ben’s knuckles bump against it, the solid wood an intimidating barrier behind you that made it clear you had little choice but to do as Ben wanted. You assumed that if you’d tapped out, Ben would have let you, but you didn’t want to. Ben had been right when he’d said it was hot to be used. You were already very wet but your pussy ached as he fucked your mouth, denying you what you really wanted so he could take what would satisfy him. Each shift of his hips made indecent wet sounds as saliva built up and dripped onto your chin and he pulled more gags from your throat. Tears pooled in your eyes but Ben didn’t seem to care. He kept up fucking you for longer than you might have expected if you’d been able to think clearly enough to guess. Especially with how turned on he must have been, just based on the groans and moans he made as he used you. But finally Ben seemed to reach a limit of just how much pleasure he could withstand. His hips sped up, and he grunted each word on a new thrust as he said, “Gonna fucking cum. You better fucking swallow.” You blinked more tears from your eyes which Ben took as compliance with his wants as he got himself off, rutting against your tongue until he stopped, keeping you pinned between his hips and the door as he filled your mouth with cum. Ben pulled out quickly which you were thankful for. You’d been able to steal breaths throughout the blowjob but had unwittingly held your breath as he finished, and were eager to be free. He took half a step back, hands rising to his hips as he stared you down, daring you to recoil at the taste of his cum or worse still to spit it out. Between heavy breaths through your nose your swallowed, fighting the urge to wipe your eyes or face. “Good girl,” Ben cooed as if he’d expected a brattier display, “I knew that fem dom shit was just a cry for attention. This was what you really wanted all along.” You shook your head so that you could at least say you tried to disagree, but Ben was more concerned with tucking his cock away again and missed the display of defiance altogether. Once he was sorted he helped you up, taking a moment to examine your face before dragging his thumbs under your eyes to clear up the mascara that had transferred there. “Pointless,” he muttered softly when he realised he was mostly just spreading the mascara around, “I’m sure it wont be the last you cry tonight. Unless of course you want to admit you’re nothing more than a desperate whore and beg for my cock.” “I’m not begging,” you frowned, sure he’d be quicker to give in once he got close to your pussy. Ben just smiled, “You will. For now I want you on the bed.” You made to move down the hall but he stopped you before you made it more than a step. “Wait. There’s a rule I have. Whores aren’t allowed to wear clothes past this point. I might make an exception for nice lingerie but not tonight. Not for you.” He didn’t even give you the satisfaction of stripping for him, pulling the zip of your dress down and tugging on your dress until it slipped down to join the mess of discarded menswear on the floor, quickly followed by your bra. “Mmmm,” he hummed as his eyes raked over your naked body, “Perfect. Bed, now.” A spank landed on your arse cheek and you hurried ahead of him, able to feel Ben’s eyes on your arse for the whole length of the corridor.

The upside of being on the bed before Ben had even entered the room was that you had ample time to admire how good he looked without a shirt. You openly ogled him as he moved to the cupboard, taking a moment to dig something out, though his delicious back was blocking your view of what it was. Although your preoccupation with his naked chest also meant you weren’t as observant as you might otherwise have been. You were too distracted to notice him tuck something into his pocket, and you entirely missed it when he began speaking, only realising when he seemed to address you. “-only fair I get to do the same to you, right?” You blinked, knowing you’d missed something but not wanting to let on because you knew he’d be a dick about it. As it was he raised his eyebrows and prompted you to respond, “Well? It’s a simple question. You’re not normally this ditzy, did sucking me off make you too horny to think?” You shook your head, “No Sir, I thought it was rhetorical.” For a moment you weren’t sure your gambit had worked but then Ben laughed, “Almost a shame you’re not so cockdumb yet. But maybe you’re right,” Ben strode around to the top right corner of the bed, squatting slightly to pull something from under the mattress, “My expectation was that you’d agree.” He grabbed your wrist and tugged it back, fitting a black loop around it. As he tightened the restraint you realised what he’d been talking about. That this was pay back for when you’d tied him to the yacht’s bed. He’d been eager for it then, practically walked you through tying sailor worthy knots with the rope, but you couldn’t blame him for wanting to see you bound to his bed in the same way. So you just wriggled yourself into a little more comfort as he rounded the bed and restrained your other wrist too. “Now what are you going to do to me?” you pouted at him coyly, feeling a little like you were poking a bear. “I already told you.” he said, kneeling on the end of the bed, “I’m going to make you beg.” That was when he revealed what he’d taken from his cupboard and tucked into his pocket. The vibrator wasn’t huge but it was powerful, making you jolt as he pressed it to your clit. You squirmed but the wrist cuffs kept you from being able to move too far from its buzzing and you couldn’t help but moan as your long denied orgasm built. Ben quickly stopped the toy, replacing it with his fingers, dragging them through the wetness between your lips, “Go on whore, tell me you want my cock in this needy cunt.” You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from moaning again as his fingers entered you easily. He thrust them in and out of you a few times before bringing the vibrator back to your clit. Whenever Ben sensed you were getting close he’d stop touching you entirely. Sometimes even before you were close, preferring to hedge his bets and stop early rather than risk giving you the orgasm. It would undercut his dominance if you came earlier than he wanted, even if he ruined it. So he was careful with how he edged you. He alternated between his fingers and the vibe. When he felt you were enjoying yourself too much he’d intentionally ignore your clit. You’d be left with three of his fingers pumping into you, hearing Ben make pleased little hums when he found spots within you that made you whine or gasp. When that didn’t seem to be enough to make you give in he upped the ante, pressing the tip of the vibrator into you. It didn’t stretch you as much as his fingers (or his cock) did, but the patterns of vibrations when he turned it on made up for what it lacked in size.

While you’d already decided you’d let Ben have it his way, part of you still wanted him to have to work for it. Unfortunately, any ideas you had about withstanding his onslaught went out the door very quickly. You were way too worked up to hold out and the combination of his fingers and the toy he was fucking into your cunt had you begging in only a few short moments. At your first, “please Sir,” Ben laughed. “Embarrassing how easy that was,” he smirked, “I expected more but I guess you really are just one of my whores.” You whined as he removed the vibrator and his fingers, worried the edging would continue all night. “S’pose it’s about time I fuck you properly. Lord knows im stiff for it.” You watched as he undid his zip and finally removed his pants, his cock semi hard again, and you couldn’t keep yourself from begging again. “Only one question left. How should I do it? Flip you over and take you from behind?” He wrapped his fist around his cock and you whimpered as he stroked himself harder, “Make you ride me? I know how much you like being on top. Think I like the idea of seeing you under me too much for that. This time anyway. No, I know what I want.” His breath came a little harder as he moved onto the bed, cock still in hand as he pushed your legs open again. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you. I want you right where you are, tied up, incapable of dominating me. You’ll soon see how much you like it.” As he spoke he pressed against your hole, teasing you one final time before he finally gave you what you wanted. His cock slipped in easily, and Ben’s groan was nearly as loud as yours. At another time, with free hands and a clearer mind, you might have enjoyed that more, knowing Ben was as desperate as you were. But after so much edging and teasing, you could only focus on how good and full you felt. Ben’s eagerness extended beyond just sounds of delight too. Any plans he might have had to draw it out, go slow and deep to torment you more, went out the window as soon as he felt you clench around his shaft. His hips jolted forward, cock sinking into your audibly wet cunt, and he couldn’t help but do it again and again, falling into a rapid rhythm. Barely half his length made it in you, his thrusts too rapid to allow him to get much deeper, but it didn’t matter. The feeling of him dragging against your walls would have been enough, but Ben also added a thumb to your clit. He rubbed you messily, more concerned with how it felt to be inside you, but you didn’t need much stimulation to get close again. “Cum,” he said simply when you moaned about how good he felt. He fucked you through the first orgasm, praising you for being such a good whore, not even relenting when you were panting, no longer arching under him. “You’re going to cum again, sweetheart” he ordered, pounding into you with a particularly hard thrust that made your head spin. A slight breathlessness was the only sign he was at all worked up, which just added to his control, and all you could do was nod in agreement, sure you would cum as many times as he wanted no matter how hard it became. Ben chuckled, clearly pleased with how fucked out and compliant you were, but focused his energy into fucking you rather than any banter. You squirmed a little more, a touch sensitive after your first orgasm, but not uncomfortably so, and your second came up quickly too, your body eager for release after being denied it for so long. Ben didn’t last much longer either, the feeling of your cunt tightening round his cock again enough to undo him. He groaned more and more as he got closer, finally pressing himself as deep as you could take him as he hit his release with a satisfied moan.

Ben collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you comfortingly into the mattress as his lips found your neck. He was breathing harder now, the puffs of warmth tickling your skin. You groaned as you tried to shift under him, your thighs aching from being spread open, but you found you couldn’t close them since Ben was still filling you. “Uh uh uh,” he tutted into your skin, “Didn’t say you could shut your legs.” He pushed himself back up, leaning back to look at himself disappearing into you, “You look good like this.” You shivered as he ran a finger around where you were stretched around his length, your wrists jolting in the bonds. Ben remained thoughtfully silent for a moment, absentmindedly touching your pussy and your thighs, as he took in your dishevelled and restrained appearance. “I think I want to see you cum again.” “Again?” you whimpered, partly from his touch and partly from his tone. He answered by reaching for the vibrator again, pressing it to your clit and holding it there until he’d forced a third orgasm from you, just because he could. It was good but a lot, your body more sensitive now, and unable to move as freely as you’d have liked. There was no escaping the stimulation, no shifting your hips to change the angle of the vibrations or to spread them over more of your cunt than just your clit. You had to take it the way Ben wanted you to, the vibrators setting higher than you would have chosen, pressed firmly in place until your toes curled and your thighs shook. Ben pulled out as you neared the climax, so that when you came he could watch his own release dribble onto the sheets, grinning cockily at the sight. When he was finally satisfied, he turned the toy off and let you collapse, chuckling as he leaned over to free you from the restraints. Gently he rubbed your wrists, making sure you were okay as you gathered your senses. “What was it you said about me not caring if my whores get off?” he asked, flopping on top of you again. You wanted to come back with something clever but your brain was still too hazy to manage anything more than, “Oh shut up.” “You beg real fucking pretty by the way. It’s obvious I’m the best you’ve had.” You rolled your eyes at his smirking, the insufferable way he was speaking reigniting your desire to put him in his place, “Keep being such an ass and I’ll have to pick out a toy to use on you.” You squeaked as Ben cut you off, grabbing your cheeks so your lips were pushed into a pout. “No. Eager and willing sluts don’t threaten their Sir’s. While you’re here, you’re mine,” his hand covered your cunt possessively, “I’m going to want you again tonight and I expect you to keep being the good girl I know you secretly love being.” You swallowed thickly, nodding in his grasp. Ben let you go and, as if to soften his words or placate you, added, “But maybe tomorrow I’ll let you tell me some of your silly ideas, see if you can convince me they’re more fun than fucking my new toy brainless.”

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almightyellie · 2 years

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ben hardy masterlist

titles marked with ♥︎ include smut

one shots

⇢ my type ♥︎

in which you’re a disgruntled, unorganized college student and ben is merely your neighbor just trying to pass his classes.

⇢ birds don't sing

in which you and ben have been best friends for years, but after an incident with joe, things begin to change.

⇢ mr. loverman ♥︎

in which breaking up with ben is the hardest thing you’ve ever done, especially when you’re still in love with each other.

⇢ bookends

in which ben is a lonely author who just so happens to fall in love with his neighbor.

series

⇢ three hearts ♥︎

in which you can’t stand ben. really, truly, can’t stand him. it’s just your luck that he gets you pregnant.

blurbs

⇢ lazy sex ♥︎ ⇢ shower sex ♥︎ ⇢ dad ben ⇢ fifa accidents ♥︎ ⇢ ben when you’re sick ⇢ dad!ben’s birthday ⇢ spitting ♥︎ ⇢ ben x cam girl ♥︎ ➝ part 2 ♥︎ ⇢ breeding kink ♥︎ ⇢ 3h family quarantine ⇢ friends with benefits ♥︎ ⇢ choking ♥︎

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blueeyedheizer · 2 years

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hi i absolutely love your writing! can you do #44 and #51 for four, please? thank u sm :> i hope you’re having a lovely day!

#44 "We're in public you know." “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

#51 "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone” NSFW 🔞

sorry this took so long love ❤️

"Stop it." you whispered harshly, slapping your lover's hand off of your thigh as it crept over the naked skin under your denim skirt.

He chuckled and removed his hand completely, earning a sigh of relief from you. Now was not the time for this. You had to stay focused so you wouldn't miss out on any crucial information about your next target and how to neutralize him. Thankfully, Four kept his hands to himself for the most part and you were able to focus on what One had to say about tomorrow's mission.

But that was until he decided to stop behaving, again. To be fair, it probably wasn't helping that you were sitting on his lap. He leaned down towards your ear, pressing a small kiss to the soft skin under it. You already knew where he was going with this.

"You're squeezing your thighs together." he murmured. "I know you want it too." He slipped his hand under your skirt again, right at the very top of your thigh, his thumb brushing over your underwear.

And before you knew it, he was rubbing.

Your hips jolted slightly and you cleared your throat, pretending to shuffle on your seat, hoping that'd make him stop. But of course, Four had other intentions. You had to bite down on your lips to hold back a moan and you grabbed his wrist firmly, stilling his hand.

"Cut it off," you whispered sternly once more, eyes wide. "We're in public, you know?"

"I really don't care." You felt your whole body start to heat up, a feeling caused by a mixture of worry of being caught, adrenaline and pleasure. "One more word out of you and I’ll bend you over the table and fuck you in front of everyone." Without warning Four pulled your underwear to the side, his middle finger slowly dragging up your folds, collecting your arousal.

That's when you had enough and suddenly stood up from his lap, and with a low "I'll be right back" thrown in One's direction you made a beeline for the restroom. Four could barely hide the shit-eating grin on his face as he followed behind you, rambling some excuse about you having a stomach ache to whoever was listening.

As soon as you stepped into the restroom Four had you backed against the wall, his lips crashing onto yours. You moaned in surprise and buried your fingers in his hair to pull him close, eventually having to tug lightly on the roots to pull him back.

"You really don't know how to keep your dick in your pants, do you?" you panted, still out of breath from the kiss. Four chuckled and buried his face in your neck, his lips leaving red marks on your skin while he shoved one hand under your skirt and roughly pushed your panties aside.

"Not when you look like this." He dragged his fingers across your slit just once before pushing two fingers inside, the sudden sensation of being filled making you moan.

"Fuck— shit, Billy!" your body arched towards him, head dropping back against the wall as he curled his fingers and began to pump them in and out, the heel of his hand hitting your clit with each rough thrust. "What if, ah—" you gasped, "What if One finds out?"

"He already knows, baby. Everyone does."

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ethereallovr · 2 years

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guys pls send me smut requests for ben hardy bc i’m in the mood to write smuts for ben 😁😁

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dungeonpuppykai · 2 years

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|| Taming Her ||

Description: Where does a disgraced Princess end up in order for the royal family to save whatever dignity they have left? In a 'respectful' marriage with the greatest Grand General the royal army's ever known, of course.

Pairing: Dark Husband!Ben Hardy | Brat Wife!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Ben Hardy. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Non-con/Dub-con (just to be safe), patriarchy, Dom!Ben, Sub!Reader, arranged!marriage dark!Ben, manhandling, historical!au, power imbalance, humiliation, degradation, age gap (Ben is early 30's and reader is early 20's), spanking, brat taming, slight breeding kink, hair pulling, groping, use of chastity belt, blow job, face fucking, fingering, deflowering, p in v, slight objectification, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, gagging, creampie.

Note: English is not my first language. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

"Small…" Were the first words to leave Princess Y/n's mouth as she was helped off her carriage, acting as if she wasn't the one at disadvantage here, pushing the veil supposed to be covering her face away that usually the husbands removed once as she examined her new home that was the Grand General's estate in disgust. "Pathetic." Unaware of what was to come once inside, she continued to arrogantly grumble in a condescending manner, her disdain obvious.

"Well," Ben, her husband, guardian and protector from this day forth, just smiled and snorted under his breath. This wasn't anything the man wasn't already used to. He had seen her grow up from a naughty child to a misbehaving adult. Working for her father directly as his most trusted General half his life now, he knew her through and through. "Now that you're here, you'll surely transform it all, won't you, dear?" Even though the fabric supposed to cover her face was pushed to that side on which Ben stood, he could very easily imagine her rolling her eyes at his words.

"You can only wish, peasant." The elbow he held out for her to take was left ignored as she gripped her wedding dress in bunches between her fists, stomping her way to the entrance before walking inside and starting to examine and toss things aside with the tips of her fingers, dusting them on her dress every once in a while to express her disgust in silence. As if they were dirty.

The male entered behind her and closed the doors to the estate for the day, lowering her luggage that he was holding next to the pile that the royal servants had made next to the door before joining the little brat that was his wife now, his eyes travelling down to her ass that the dress did nothing for.

Ben bit his lip as he took his time with just admiring the sight of Y/n walking through his- their house. Truth was, he had always adored her cute face and disobedient ways. If cute little girls such as herself didn't deserve to be spoiled then he didn't know who else did. Because then husbands such as himself could tame them and mould them into being whatever they desired. He couldn't sugar coat it if he tried, nothing compared to taming pathetic brats into becoming compliant little trophy wives. Reducing them down to nothing before building them back up however her man desired.

The Grand General wasn't a man of an overinflated ego or false pride. He embraced his truths and wore his identity proudly. Instead of trying to be what he was not, he rather revelled in all he could be, good and bad, with what he already was.

And in this case, he would be Y/n's dirty military man, as she liked to call him using her former standing in the kingdom. Holding her neat and supple body next to his hard and scarred one, feeling the tenderness her spotless skin would surely provide, drinking the sweet elixir of her body and adjusting it all based on his own preferences and tastes. Bending her however and wherever he desired, condition her to his commands, teach her discipline, give her appropriate training and of course, punish her whenever she'd stumble from the path he'd carve for her.

The reminder that even though he had taken mercy on her and her family's reputation and taken her hand in marriage when she'd been the one accused of committing adultery and running away, -which only God knew led her to whatever disgraceful circumstances before they brought her back home- she acted like she had done him a favour by accepting him.

It filled Ben's body with an icy excitement of the sick sort.

There would be nothing more beautiful than her broken form trembling underneath him, completely at his mercy, as he would be the sole decider of her fate; her ultimate destiny. Her God. The only law she will ever know from this day forward. Worshipping him for everything and anything, loving him and respecting him on her knees in absence of any sort of covers between them. Shying away from his hold when swell and heavy with his child, waddling as she'd surely whine about how uncomfortable it was yet thanking him and accepting it with gratefulness when he'd be plant another seed inside her soon after.

"Look at yourself pretending as if I couldn't have easily let your family give you off to some elderly nobleman as his personal little harlot instead of giving you my name, dear…" Y/n almost jumped out of her skin when she heard her husband's voice right in her ear from behind as she was standing next to the fireplace, Ben's rough fingertips finding her forearms although in a gentle manner as he caressed the soft skin, sighing in contentment at the unfamiliar feeling.

Y/n grumbled as she recovered from the shock. He'd been so silent in approaching her that she hadn't heard or felt anything. "W- What are you doing?!" Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt her back touch his hard chest that his uniform did nothing to create an illusion of softness for. "Ugh- stop it commoner or you'll get your dirt and sweat on me!" A thread of ice trailed down the length of her spine upon the realization of just how strong he really was when she couldn't pry herself free from his hold. And so far he was only holding her by the arms with the use of his fingers.

"Or you could let me take care of you and colour you brown and dirty with me, doll" he said that only to spite her as he was uncharacteristically clean today, having done no field work since he had taken a leave for his special day. A chuckle escaped him when she grumbled and tried to break free harder this time, huffing and mumbling surely profanities. "What, you don't like that idea?" His lips had found her ear again, nose taking long whiffs of her scent as they traced the shell of her ear, causing goosebumps all over her skin.

"S- Stop it, you're so…" She tried again, this time no different than the last, feeling herself sink further and further in the heat of his body. "So…"

He'd noticed the stutter in her words. Perfect. She was getting right where he wanted her. "You do know that you have to respect me from now on or there are going to be consequences, right? Remember? In sickness and in health, loving and obeying me always?" One of his hands snaked from her arm to her waist, his rough palm feeling the tenderness underneath over the dress. Another heavy chuckle rumbled in his chest when she squeaked in disdain at his words.

"Who actually ever follows some silly v- vows!" Gulping quickly to maintain the stability in her voice when his other hand palmed her breast, Y/n continued as she struggled to twist free from his hold. "Promises and r- rules are meant to be broken- hmmn~" the sound she made was completely unintentional, a product of him circling her now hard nipple before pinching it. She was starting to feel violated.

"Not in this house, they're not." Even though his voice was soft, a firmness coated his words as his lips peppered kisses down her unmarked skin. "We have rules in this house, upon the violation of which are consequences." His hand that was previously placed on her abdomen now slipped under the layers of her gowns, fingers brushing against her chastity belt, the action tearing a gasp out of her.

"I- I… am a P- Princess! And I d- decree you release me right n- now, you vile savage!" Y/n did her best to ignore the goosebumps and curls that formed in the base of her stomach when he traced the skin around the chastity that wasn't covered, fighting hard for her dignity.

Ben only laughed in response to her words, flipping her around before pushing her against the wall beside the fireplace so fast the girl could barely comprehend it. "Oh, did you not hear, love?" His hands met underneath her dress upon her ass cheeks now, groping and spreading the cheeks not for her but for his pleasure alone. The man was determined to memorize and explore every patch of skin on his wife's body.

"H- Hear what?" Her eyes gleamed with the thin covering of tears over them. She wasn't sure anymore if they were only those of humiliation and shame. Y/n feared that they were also perhaps in longing and desire for something… else.

The reason why she was in a chastity belt in the first place was because a few years ago the girl had been caught by her head maid, bent over her bath with a hand between her legs as she desperately tried to explore the feeling and whatever else laid at the end of the shivers and tingles she'd feel whenever something would brush against her sex. But before she could ever unravel that mystery, the Queen had been summoned and after a thorough spanking she'd been put in a chastity that her head maid had carried until this day, handing it to her husband before he brought her home with him.

"You were stripped of your title, my dear." The smugness was dripping off his smirk as he brought his hands to the top side of the dress again, grabbing a hold of the fabric. "Now you're nothing more than the Grand General's wife. Tch, you're so silly. Nobody wants a disgrace for a child" a loud yelp escaped Y/n when he suddenly tore the dress in half from the middle, causing her arms to fly to her chest in defense. "No, no, no" clicking his tongue while shaking his head, Ben tore the rest of the dress off her body before forcefully pulling it off her. "Now you know better than to do that, darling."

"Please…" Y/n gulped as her husband raised an eyebrow at how she sounded. "No, I mean, I mean, please!" She pleaded, shaking her head in denial towards the fact that she'd moaned the word at first, supplying him a mantra of no when he chuckled knowingly.

"It's okay, love. I am your husband, after all. Who will take care of you if not me" he could tell she was conflicted now, torn between stubbornness and desire, the girl struggled to decide what she really wanted. "You just have to get on your knees and submit to my authority. And then it'll be everything you've ever wanted" his eyes travelled down to her covered core that he held the keys to. "And more."

Her flushed face redenned at his words. "Y- You know about that?" If she wasn't so bare and… vulnerable right now, the former Princess would have had a complete opposite reaction to everything she had been subjected to in the last ten minutes. But he was making her feel so small and warm, utterly powerless in his mercy and unguarded in his wrath would she invite it.

Not to mention the familiar sensation between her legs that he had awakened even in the presence of the damned belt somehow. That she had not been able to even after all the years of trying.

"Walls in the castle have ears, love." Ben stole another gasp from her when his fingers curled around her elbows that were covering her chest, pushing them up and above her head to grant himself a view of her perfect breasts, pointing towards him as if daring him to attend to them, nipples alarmed and hard for his touch.

"Just think about it, hm? Nobody cares for you anyways. They never did. You were nothing but the unplanned problem child that they always wanted to get rid of." He could not deny that he did feel somewhat unpleasant saying such words to the only girl he had ever had eyes for. But the greater good had always outweighed the other factors for him. It was the sole reason for his success as a respectable man of his society today. "But me, I can give you everything you have truly desired and longed for" a shaky sigh tumbled past her lips as one of her feet kicked against the ground in response to the feeling of his warm lips encasing one of her sensitive nubs between them.

"G- Grand General!" He could not help but smirk against her skin as his tongue ran around and caressed the treat that he was sucking on. This was the first time she had ever referred to him by his title and not some insult.

Everything was falling into place. That was the only way, after all. It was a plan perfectly executed. Formed and performed solely by him, there was no way it could not work.

Making her surrender was nothing compared to the careful plot he'd put forward and set into action in order to have her, a girl he could never have had otherwise unless in an undignified way. Rising the proper suspicions, inciting the calculated rumours, feeding into the whispers and accusations against the actually innocent Princess from a distance, he watched patiently in all his glory as victory approached him like its title depended on him, like he decided it's fate.

He had once warned her that her disrespectful and arrogant ways would be her demise. She had brushed it off and shot him a petty insult in response. And look where it had gotten her. Misunderstood for being what she was not simply because she didn't feign nobility that was really just a system of generational hypocrisy.

Ben loved that about her. And that was exactly why only he deserved her. He just had to have her. There could never be another way. Nobody could ever hope to understand this beautiful and ferocious flame of the best and the worst like he could.

She could only ever belong with someone like him. And him alone.

Yes. It was wretched but it was also divine. It was the greater good that easily dominated the minor factors involved in achieving his most prized possession.

Y/n was a writhing mess by the time he latched his tongue onto her other breast, sucking and gently biting the skin as he firmly held both her arms in one of his hands above her head. "Please~ please! Ben-"

Letting go with a plop, the male clicked his tongue and raised his head to level their gazes, shushing her with a hot kiss before punishing her with a stern bite to her bottom lip, pulling a loud whine out of the bride. "Now, who allowed you to call me that, my love?" When her lust clouded head tilted to the side in confusion, the corners of his lips curled into a smirk. "It is Sir or Master for when you submit to me or when I want to use you, and husband for other times." As she gulped down bile, he brought his face so close to hers that their noses touched. "Which brings us right back to the first question; do you submit to me as my faithful wife to use and please whenever I desire?" While forcefully snatching and ripping something apart was fun, there was nothing more satisfying than breaking someone into submitting to what was inevitable. In this case that being him.

"W- Will you take this hideous thing off and make me feel… feel…" She didn't exactly know how it felt. "... However it feels…" Hanging her head low sheepishly, she bit her lip as her cheeks burnt in humiliation. Y/n felt exposed and vulnerable, wet in both arousal and with his spit.

"Why yes of course, dear." Enveloping the girl's lips in his, Ben took his time savoring the soft cushions of flesh and skin before letting go with quick chaste pecks. "All you need to do is accept your place and leave the rest to me. I will make it worth my best girl's while."

"Only girl, you mean" she quietly whimpered back, uncharacteristically submissive and meek as she dared to look up at him, whimpering when he deeply chuckled.

"Of course, my love." Letting go of her arms, Ben stood back to his height, easily towering over her not only through the inches but also due to how built he was, strong shoulders wide and body exuding a strong dominant aura foreign to and in contrast to that of the girl.

Y/n sighed and bit her lip, taking in one last breath before succumbing to the dull ache between her legs, desperate and helpless against her physical curiosities. And to be fair, he wasn't entirely wrong. She had always felt out of place. It was the primary reason she struggled to find herself a peaceful sanctuary, always at an edge, never relating to those around her and having trouble with expressing who she really was, careful and cautious of her covers and walls, afraid of coming off vulnerable.

Maybe this is where she would find it all. Under her husband and on her knees. After all the years of feeling like an outcast, maybe here, she could finally belong. Let go of the protective cuccoon of defiance, finally allowing herself to be vulnerable and not being met with disappointment because she did.

Or, this could all just be her desire toying with her rationality.

There was only one way to find out.

What else did she have to lose, really?

"Okay." Y/n finally spoke after what felt like an eternity, blinking as she came back to the present moment, looking Ben right in the eyes as he intently awaited the inevitable with crossed arms, taking in the sight of the girl's exposed body while completely clothed himself. Leaning forward, she pressed a timid kiss to his lips before going to lower herself on her knees only to wince when one of the man's hands suddenly found a bunch of her hair before curling the strands in a fist. "Ouch! Wha-"

"Ask for permission first next time" his commanding voice was stern, but definitely not as harsh as it could go. "Tsk, you might just need more discipline than I anticipated" tears welled up in her eyes from how rough his grip was.

"I- I am sorry, sir… I- I did not know" her voice broke towards the end, one shaky hand placing over his as it silently begged for mercy, the former Princess' body not used to anything harsher than a spanking but that too in the event of going beyond the line. "Please, sorry" Y/n sniffed as she blinked away the moisture in her eyes.

"You better be." Loosening his grip, Ben closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers. "One should know their place to avoid a life of existential conflict" he repeated the words she would often tell him, causing her to flush. "And as much as I adore you, my sweet pea, yours is below mine." Hooking a finger under her chin, he raised her lowered head to be able to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Do you understand? Say yes sir."

"Y- Yes, sir." Y/n obeyed, sinking to the floor on her knees the moment the military hummed in satisfaction and let go of her.

"Now, what do we say?"

The girl gulped, hoping to get it right as she gripped her knees. "I- I accept my place as your… o- obedient wife, sir."

Although it was not what he fully wanted, this was tremendous progress and Ben decided to keep it as such, knowing he had all their lives to correct and improve her response to his liking. "See?" One of his heavy hands patted the top of her head. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" The girl shook her head as she peeked up at his form through her lashes.

"N- No, sir."

The male hummed in response, grabbing another fistful of her hair but much softer this time, turning towards the living room sofa before starting to drag her behind him. "Don't stand up" he warned when she went to get back up on her feet. "Good wives crawl for their husbands like worthy pets." Making sure the pull on her hair wasn't too hard, Ben looked back at her to admire the sight of her walking on all fours behind him, head slightly tilted towards him due to how he was holding her hair.

Could any other man ever make her look this perfect?

No.

She was beautiful in her submission, awaiting whatever he had planned for her, patiently kneeling before him when he sat down on the sofa and beckoned her closer.

"Between my legs, dear. You're doing so good." Ben decided to praise her, smiling when she bit her lip and blushed before lowering her head. "Now I know you're needy and it must be difficult for you, but before I open that belt, I need to make sure you deserve me. Will you be a doll and prove that you are worthy, hm?" Her breath hitched in her throat when his fingers toyed with the strands of her hair.

"I- I will try my best, Master."

"Good girl" the bride found herself liking the praise that she'd despised all her life. Maybe, she figured, it was due to who was saying it that she finally liked it. "Now, I need you to fuck your face on my cock, can you do that?" There was something about sweetly luring her into his web that force or roughness would drastically lack.

"H- Huh?" That earned her another one of his deep chuckles as he leaned forward and held her face in both his hands, tenderly stroking her cheekbones with his thumbs before pressing a kiss to her forehead. He couldn't afford to break his trophy on its very first day now, could he?

"Of course I'll instruct you, my sweet girl." Pressing a series of feather light kisses to her face, he continued. "Because I would have been really fucking disappointed, had you known what I meant."

"S- So I did good?" Y/n was thankful that he was not actually the beast she had always thought him to be.

Or, was he?

"We will see" he leaned back against the rest of the sofa before getting comfortable and increasing his manspread. "Come here and undo my pants" although a bit embarrassed by his demand, the girl convinced herself that it was okay and this was in the privacy of the estate and between two spouses, biting one of her lips and doing as she was told. "Just like that" his fingers disappeared between her locks as he gently scratched her scalp in an encouraging manner. "Now pull them open and show me some love, baby."

Y/n was uncertain as she fumbled with the rough clothing of his army attire, fingers shakily pulling the opening of the pants apart to reveal his clothed cock as she shot him a quick peek, the sight of his dark eyes watching her igniting a flame between her hips. He was watching her. Tilting her head to the side, the girl tried to decide how she was going to show her love to him.

"Go ahead, touch it." Ben encouraged, a bit breathless as he played with her hair. This sight alone could make him cum. "It doesn't do harm… unless I want it to" a grin made it's way on his features when she gasped under her breath and blushed at his vulgar words. "And if you show it a good time, I'll make sure it won't. How's that for a deal?" Avoiding the man's eyes, the girl nodded and touched his clothed member with one timid hand, almost pulling back when he released a sharp sigh along a praise.

Pushing all sense of dignity to the side, she finally came to a decision of how she was going to show it love and… a good time. Leaning forwards and feeling her breasts go into a hanging position, Y/n pressed a soft kiss to Ben's hard and restrained cock, unsure but hopeful.

"Fuck…" His responsive curse came quick. "Just like that. Keep going." Sighing in relief, the former Princess tried her best to touch and stroke it the best she could, kissing and tracing the shape with the tip of her nose as well as fingers. "Good, good girl. Take it out, don't be shy. It is only your husband's" ignoring the heat that the shame and embarrassment lit up inside her, the girl peeled the cover off his cock obediently, gasping when it sprang out before gulping at the sight of its girth as well as length.

"Pretty" the word betrayed her mouth before the could register it, gasping and covering her mouth as her widened eyes shot up to his face while hurriedly shaking her head. "N- No! I- I mean-"

"It's alright. I am glad you feel that way, darling." He couldn't help but feel his chest swell with pride. She was too good. "Because you are going to be seeing and taking a whole lot of it." Even though he wanted to savour this moment where the former brat worshipped and praised his cock, his testicles were growing impatient by the passing second. "Why don't you take it in your mouth and appreciate it's beauty then, hm?"

"T- Take it in my mouth, Master?!" The virgin was baffled at his words.

Ben raised an eyebrow as the grip he had on her scalp stiffened just a little. "Worthy wives take it wherever their husbands desire, little one." A wince tumbled past her lips at the burning sensation in her scalp and she succumbed to his authority without much fight, lowering her head and reaching for his cock. "Now, that's a perfect girl right there" caressing the hair at the back of her head, the male once again resumed his relaxed position.

Unable to contain herself, Y/n pressed a few more kisses to the length before reaching the tip, her inexperienced fingertips tracing the base and lips latching an open mouth kiss to the leaking opening on the top of the package, mouth scrunching just a little at the taste of his precum but not stopping there as her own knees were starting to shake both from being in an unfamiliar position for so long now and because the ache between her legs was now turning into a pulsating sensation.

"Fuck, you feel so good, doll." Ben's fingers curled against her hair unintentionally as Y/n finally let his cock violate the previously virgin entrance of the warm cavern of her mouth, tongue innocently moving to make way for his length but unknowingly providing him sweet stimulation. "Fuck, Y/n-" the man had to tilt his head back as he felt his back arch, hand impatiently pushing her face down a few inches only for his toes to curl when she gagged and choked in response to the tip coming in contact with the back of her throat, the flesh and moist walls tight and hot against his length, the coughing causing vibrations all the way down to his balls.

"Shit, you're so good for me, baby" allowing her to breathe once he realised that he had restricted her air flow by pressing her face all the way down to his balls, Ben mumbled praises to keep her motivated. "Keep going, you will earn yourself many rewards if you continue this course, sweetling." Simply the fact alone that today it wasn't just some whore he had to pay and pretend that it was Y/n -which he had been doing since the day he had first noticed her blossming breasts and sharpening figure as well as features which signalled maturity, ultimately igniting in him a desire unknown to him prior that instance- and it was indeed the actual girl in flesh sucking his cock obediently as her nostrils flared to inhale as much air as possible, Ben knew he was going to climax harder than ever.

Fumbling in his blazer pocket for the key of her chastity belt, the military pulled it out right before pushing her face down all the way to his balls and raising his hips off the cushion to fuck his approaching high down her slippery throat which he planned to open up and improve in the near future.

Y/n shakily held on to his knees for support as she loudly gagged, the air leaving her lungs as she felt her mouth getting stuffed full of his cock and balls with each thrust before he'd pull almost all the way out only to intrude the same way all over again before entering her throat one last time and fucking the cavity in short and rough thrusts, pulling her face up and down by her hair to aid his pleasure before releasing half his seed down her throat and the other half all over her pretty face while jerking it out of himself.

"Heavens, you look so beautiful, doll" Ben panted as he placed himself back down, letting go of his cock as he recovered from the best fuck of his life as of today. "Can any other man make you look so pretty?"

"N- No, sir" the girl struggled to respond as she gasped for air, the tight knots in her stomach a burning mess now as she felt something trickle down the urinal point of her belt.

"That is right. They can't. No one can except for I." Picking up the key now, he smirked. "And tell me this now, can you ever hope to be above me when you're kneeling in front of me like a personal fuck slave, face dripping of and mouth painted with my seed as you cannot even control your own pleasure, waiting for me to let you open and decide if you deserve anything at all, or not?" The smug smirk was back on his devilishly handsome face. "I still cannot understand why you ever thought yourself above anyone when you're so obviously nothing but a pathetic little girl meant to serve." Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as the girl realised her position, his taunts burning hot against her cheeks as she stared in her lap.

"T- Thank you for re- reminding me of my p- place, sir" Ben was a bit taken aback by her words, not expecting such a level of submission just yet. But perhaps she was more fragile than he had expected.

"But," not wanting to break her as she was still his dearest babe, the man cupped both her cheeks and tilted her head up to look into her pretty eyes. "This side and place of yours is limited only to me between the walls of this estate because I am your keeper and this is our house, yes? Anyone else hoping to disrespect my love will have to go through the perdition that is I" his words were determined and firm as he pressed a tender kiss to her lips, causing a smile to form on the bride's face as she lunged forward against rational thought, snaking her arms around his iron hard shoulders and burying her face in the crook of his neck as a muffled sob left her worked up and sensitive body.

Inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, Ben kissed the side of her head as he let her hold him, caressing the small of her back with one hand as the other silently undid the lock of her chastity belt, pressing soft kisses to her bare shoulder as he lowered the metal casing and frowned at the dents it had caused on her skin, briefly tracing one of them before letting his fingers find her core.

Y/n's back arched in response as her body jolted up and tried to back away from his body but Ben only held her tighter against him with one hand, the other toying with her dripping petals and flesh. Her breaths became quickened and heavy as she dug her nails into the hard skin of his shoulders, whimpering and mewling against the skin of his neck.

"You're dripping just from sucking my cock" the man whispered against the shell of her ear as he chuckled and placed a smack against one of her ass cheeks. "A pleaser, are we? Tsk, naughty little girl."

The girl jumped from the spank, whimpering before letting out a tiny moan right underneath his ear. "O- Only for you, sir… T- Thank you, sir… F- Feels so… ah~" her toes curled in defense when one of his fingers intruded the privacy of her sex, feeling the ridiculously tight ring of muscles before moving up to it's total length as his thumb caressed her nub.

"See where being good gets you?" Ben praised as he proceeded to finger fuck her tight entrance, free hand feeling her breasts. "Isn't this so much better than all that foolishness you like to indulge in?" Another slap resounded against one of her cheeks and the girl yelped loudly in response, her sweaty arms sliding off his smooth uniform blazer and elbows landing against his laps just in time to refrain herself from landing face first on his manhood.

"Thank you, sir. You're right. Thank you so much, sir!" Y/n cried from the pleasure, not knowing why Ben kept spanking her as his fingers scissored her virgin walls open to be able to accommodate his cock without the entrance ripping into becoming a mess, but the harsh stings forming due to the slaps sent jolts of pleasure and shivers down her abdomen and straight to her core. "This is so good, Master! You're so good! Thank you! Thank you!" Her hot tears fell in the form of thick droplets right on the male's sensitive cock and he winced, grabbing a bunch of the bride's hair with the hand that wasn't stretching her supple velvet walls and pushing her back against the small coffee table that was placed adjacent to the sofa.

"Fuck" he couldn't help but curse at the sight of her stretched open pussy clinging to his wet fingers as her breasts laid on her chest like sweet peaches awaiting to be devoured, face red and covered in cum with a continuous supply of tears cascading down her tender cheeks, elbows and knees violently shaking as they did their best to lean against the surface behind her for support. "You look so fuckable, dear."

Y/n's whole body spasmed at his filthy words. "Please, please, please, sir!" She had a rough idea of what she was begging for, but yet not familiar or trained enough to be able to word it. "Please! I'll be so good for you! So, so good! Please!"

"Well, that is the only way for you, my precious" Ben husked, painfully hard again. Who wouldn't be? It was a breath taking sight. Perfectly obscene and beautifully vulgar. "Fuck. I need to enjoy you and it's impossible here" effortlessly lifting the bottom half of her body up and off the ground and directly onto his erection like her soft walls were nothing but a mere sleeve meant to accommodate his cock and it alone, his tip easily found her sensitive bundle of nerves due to the position and his length, of course.

"Isn't this an alluring fucking sight?" Ben grunted, voice deep and skin shiny with a sheen of sweat covering it, a droplet falling off the side of his eyebrow as he hurried to the master bedroom with his cock stuffed wife sobbing against him, her walls spasming against the girth of his cock as her trembling legs dangled at her sides. "Look at your pretty little cunt seeming as if it is about to tear" placing her back against the mattress, Ben impatiently gave her a thrust as he kicked his shoes off and climbed into the bed, crotch attached to hers.

Maybe he would sleep like that tonight. Buried deep inside the tender and warm cavity.

"H- Hurts but feels so good, s- sir" Y/n whispered out in a sob, looking down at her husband as he groped and pinched her breasts, greedily kissing and sucking at the skin before moving up to her neck, his hips never slowing down as he gave her deep and rough thrusts, one of his hands playing with the folds of her clit.

Ben busied himself with colouring her soft skin purple and blue with his mouth, the hand that wasn't playing with her folds trailing up the length of her arm when he felt her tighten against his cock, fingers finding hers as he intertwined them, giving her brutal thrusts as she cried out and threw her head back, back arching as her toes curled and vision went black, ears going numb as jolts of pleasure reverberated throughout her trembling body in response to his hard length abusing her special spot whilst stimulating her labia.

"T- Thank… sir… I… God…" Y/n cried through her euphoria, at a loss of both coherent words and thoughts, body going still as she stared up at the ceiling aimlessly, blinking away the multi coloured stars forming in her vision, numb pussy defensively milking the male's cock in response to the overstimulation as he was still fucking her almost lifeless body just as relentlessly to chase his own orgasm.

"Now you know how that feels" still holding her hand just as tightly, Ben propped himself up on one elbow to get a look at her fucked out expression, his cock twitching at the beautiful sight of the distant look on her red face. "And next time when it approaches, you are to ask my permission to succumb to it first, else unpleasant consequences will follow." With another rough series of curses, he emptied his load in her and painted the walls around them white.

"Isn't that pretty?" Pulling himself out sooner than he wanted to, Ben panted as he pumped himself to fully enjoy his high, treating himself with the sight of her no longer virgin entrance oozing of his cum for the sacrifice he'd made of not fucking his high up her womb as the girl panted under him, thoroughly spread as well as fucked.

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taissabelle · 2 years

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Doctor: How many sexual partners have you had?

Me, who reads smut fun fictions about different characters on daily basis…

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itsshawtyfellas · 1 year

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I'm still not over how fucking hot Ben looked as Roger Taylor in borhap.

#the hair does something to me #he's so fucking pretty #I'll let him do unexplainable things to me #fucking hell #him in this pic>>>>#it's a shame that they cropped me out of this pic #ben hardy #roger taylor #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor smut #ben hardy!roger taylor #bohemian rhapsody #borhap #ben hardy x reader #queen

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discuss-way · 10 days

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#ben hardy #emo scene #itunes #new year #Tony Tony chopper #exo scenarios #danielle peazer #twice #deckerstar #quackity #miguel o'hara smut #ahs freakshow #sexy tattoed women

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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 4: Dry Humping

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Words: 979

Warnings: discussions of difficulties with sex, just a lot of making out really.

A/N: How could I possibly write dry humping and not write Ben when it’s so obviously his thing? skhkfkdjksd

It wasn’t that you were breaking any rule by going home with Ben after your third date. It just wasn't normal behaviour for you. It was fair to assume that any guy you did go home with would have certain expectations about what would happen, what direction the night would go in. Expectations you weren’t necessarily going to live up to. So it was easier to take things slower, to wait longer before inviting anyone into your bed or accepting their invitation. Except then you’d met Ben and he’d been sweet and funny and boyishly charming. So, when he’d suggested you go back to his place after the movie, you’d found yourself saying yes before you’d realised what you were agreeing to.

Not that you didn’t want to be there, you did. You liked Ben. A lot. You liked his smile and you liked how attentive he was when you were talking. And you really liked how he kissed you. It hadn’t taken long after he’d gotten you into his house and onto his couch. The drink he’d poured you left forgotten on the coffee table as he’d entirely distracted you. And it had felt so nice that you couldn’t bring yourself to admit what you needed to admit. Instead you’d tangled your fingers in his hair and let out a few soft but encouraging sounds as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You made no complaint as he’d manoeuvred you both to the couch, pulling you down to straddle his lap. In fact you’d done the opposite, instinctively rolling your hips when you’d felt the beginnings of his hardon grow. But, as nice as it was, has nice as he was, you couldn’t help but worry about the position you’d got yourself into. How far would he want things to go? How would he react when you stopped him?

Ben’s hand slipped down to your arse and you hummed as he pressed your body closer to his. “Do you wanna...” Ben trailed off, his hands squeezing your ass a clear indicator of what he was hinting. You looked at him for a moment, his hair dishevelled, his cheeks pink, his lips stained with your lipstick. “Can we just stay here instead?” Ben’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Okay.” His hand slid away from your arse, back up to your hip, “Is everything okay?” “Yeah, it’s really great Ben.” “I have condoms, if you’re worried about protection.” You couldn’t help but smile at that but you shook your head, “That’s not what’s worrying me.” “Is this going too fast?” You let your hands drop to hold his in place, just in case he was thinking about stopping touching you altogether “Kind of? I want to I just...Penetrative sex is kind of difficult for me. It’s not something I do with just anyone and I prefer to have a bit more time to prepare for it.” His brows were still furrowed but his expression seemed more concerned than confused, “That must be tough.” You shrugged, “It can be. Especially working out how to explain it to a very cute guy you really, really like.” Ben smiled at that and his thumb stroked your side, just under the waistband of your jeans. Your heart felt fit to burst with how sweet and comforting the gesture was. “We can do other stuff though, if you want to.” You assured him, hoping you hadn’t completely killed the mood. His eyes widened a little at the implication, “Like what other stuff?” “Well,” you let your hands run up onto his chest, leveraging yourself as you began to grind against him again. Ben let out a little gasp at the sudden stimulation, his hips rocking upward into you. You giggled and leaned in toward his ear, “Plus, y’know, I can still use my hands and mouth.” “Noted,” he gulped, his hand sliding back down to your arse, “I’m happy here though.” You kissed him, relieved by his reaction and eager to get back to what he’d started, only now without the nagging anxiety hanging over your head.

Ben seemed equally as eager by the way he suddenly kissed you, hurrying to press his lips to yours, hands clutching greedily at you as he parted your lips with his tongue. You kept rocking on his lap, pressing a little harder each time. There was a combined sensation of his rapidly hardening cock and the seam of your jeans laying just right against your cunt, and you couldn’t help but speed up your movement as you felt how pleasurable it was. Ben moved his hands up to your chest, palming you through your shirt. But you wanted more. You wanted to feel his skin on yours. So you sat up a little straighter, breaking the kiss. “Is this okay?” Ben asked softly, biting his lip. You just nodded and pulled your shirt off, letting him see the lacy bra you’d decided to wear. “Now you.” “Oh,” Ben half laughed, “Of course.” You didn’t even wait for him, pushing the hem of his shirt up and over his head, letting the shirt fall to the floor. The next moment Ben was pulling you back down, his lips finding your throat and then your sternum and then your breasts, as you resettled into the rapid rutting. All you could do was moan as your clit rubbed over his cock and he squeezed your breasts, working the cups of your bra up so he could suck on your nipples. “Fuck,” Ben managed to shakily pant as you writhed on his lap, trying to find your lips again. “Ben this feels so good but maybe we should move to the bedroom.” He groaned and rolled his hips in time with yours, “Do you think you can cum like this.” “Yeah,” you nodded, “Definitely.” “Then we don’t need to move anywhere.”

#my writing #my fics #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #this one it hitting too close to home #if you see it no you didn't #kfckxkhczllck #(i shared just the outline with lauren and then had the sudden urge to delete it and everything else i've written lmao)

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almightyellie · 2 years

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three hearts masterlist

in which you can’t stand ben. really, truly, can’t stand him. it’s just your luck that he gets you pregnant.

total word count: 38k

parts marked with a ♥︎ contain smut

⇢ part i

in which you despise ben; you always have. when you find out you're pregnant after a drunken hookup, you have to decide if you can put aside your differences to raise the baby.

⇢ part ii

you and ben struggle to get along as you adjust to your pregnancy.

⇢ part iii

as your pregnancy progresses, you and ben begin to mend fences.

⇢ part iv

you struggle with your growing feelings for ben.

⇢ part v

with your friends finally in the know, you and ben run into different obstacles.

⇢ part vi

tensions are rising with you and ben living together.

⇢ part vii ♥︎

amid preparations for the baby, you begin to feel a little trepidation about pursuing a relationship with ben.

⇢ part viii

you and ben get in your first serious fight since the start of your pregnancy.

⇢ part ix

nearing the end of your pregnancy, you can't fight the discomfort you feel, but ben is enamored with you.

⇢ part x

you and ben bring the baby home.

⇢ epilogue

you, ben, and your friends celebrate a special birthday.

⇢ extras

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy series #masterlist

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thegreatwicked · 3 months

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FicRecs

Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!

Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.

FicRecs

DC Comics

Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.

Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.

Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.

Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.

Star Wars

Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.

The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.

The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...

Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.

Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.

His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.

Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.

Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!

Actors/Characters

Ben Hardy

Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.

Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.

Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.

For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...

#fic rec #ben hardy characters #star wars #dc comics #jason todd #roman sionis #all smut all the way #billy/four x reader #roger taylor #obi wan x reader #obi-wan smut #roman sionis smut #jason todd smut #darth maul x you #darth maul smut #Support writers content #My favorite fanfics

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chucklenutsz · 10 months

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Warren Worthington 💖

#warren worthington the third #warren worthington imagine #warren worthington x reader #warren worthington smut #warren worthington iii #angel wings #angel #archangel #angel of death #ben hardy #marvel xmen #x men apocalypse #x men movies #xmen #x men fanart

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bohemiansweede · 1 year

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Xmas Fics

Here are my Xmas fics with the Bohrap boys

Enjoy and be safe out there

Warnings 🔞

A/N please like and reblog or leave a comment

Thank you

On the naughty list

A total surprise

Not alone for Christmas

Christmas party

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The Woman He Didn't Choose part 2🥀

AU Bachelor!Miguel O'Hara x Fem contestant Reader

Synopsis: the aftermath of the show as you and Miguel move on(sort of). The first part is mostly from his POV then transitions into your experience on the spinoff show- Singles in Paradise where you have a second shot at finding love. Word count: 6k

A/N: Sorry to any Xina fans, I made her OOC and quite mean in this one. I haven't read the comics but from what I've heard of her and seen so far she's one of the canon love interests I like the most. (Even tho I shamelessly self ship with Miguel lolol bc as far as I know ATSV Miguel is separate from comic Miguel Soo until we hear otherwise I'm gonna be delulu.)

Also, I am sorry if any of the couple pairings in this part bother you, it's purely for the purpose of the plot since we're supposed to be on another dating show and I am too lazy to create a bunch of OCs. If you're unfamiliar with the show Bachelor in Paradise, here's a clip to give you an idea. Basically, it's another dating show usually in a tropical location where single people couple up, and new arrivals come in every so often and ask people on dates to shake things up, leading to drama and chaos, and couples can choose to stay together or break up in the end and there's typically an engagement. DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO RIGHTS TO THE SHOWS THE BACHELOR OR BACHELOR IN PARADISE, ALL RIGHTS TO THE OWNERS. I CHANGED THE NAME OF THE SHOW IN THE STORY.

TW: MINORS DNI, ANGST, RACIAL MICROAGGRESSIONS ABOUT ESL AND FAMILY STRUCTURE(IF THAT'S SENSITIVE FOR YOU PLEASE SKIP ❤️) EMOTIONAL ABUSE, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ALCOHOL ,DOWNPLAYING MENTAL HEALTH STRUGGLES, LITTLE BIT OF EMOTIONAL CHEATING ON MIGUEL'S PART, STRUGGLES WITH RELIGION AND FAITH, MENTION BULLYING AND FAMILY STRUGGLES, BREAK-UP, FANTASIZING, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, CLASSISM, MODERATE SMUT(P IN V BUT IT'S ONLY MENTIONED NOT FULLY DETAILED, THESE ONES ARE DETAILED: DRY HUMPING, HEAVY MAKING OUT, AND FINGERING. ALSO, VOYEURISM-ISH)

(couple pairings are Ben Reilly and Felicia Hardy, Jessica Drew and Noir, George Stacey and MJ, Xina Kwan and Miguel O'Hara, not saying anything else bc spoilers)

Part 1 , Part 3

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"Miguel!"

Miguel looks up abruptly from a spot on the floor he was zoning out on to look at Xina's slightly annoyed expression. "Hydrangeas or peonies for the guest tables, babe?" she repeats, standing next to the sample table where the wedding planner and florist awaited with anxious eyes.

Miguel blinks rapidly. "It doesn't matter to me, baby...um...." he points to the peony arrangement. "That one."

Xina huffs and turns to look at the planner and florist. "We'll do the hydrangeas."

Miguel smirks and puts his hands in his pockets. "Now, why would you ask me my opinion if you're going to just pick the one you wanted?"

Xina's annoyed look softens subtly but she shakes her head. "It's mostly the bride's day, you know. You're just supposed to show up."

Miguel smiles. "Well, I guess you don't need me to come to the wedding planning dinner tonight? Since you seem to have it all handled?"

Xina groans. "Miguel! You said you'd be there! Have you even read through Exodus like I asked you to?"

Miguel feels his cheeks burn. "Shit...um, no..."

Xina shoots a glare at the wedding planner and the florist and makes a shooing motion with her hand. They both put their heads down and quickly leave the room, giving them privacy. Miguel adjusts his tie, a little bit thrown off by her dismissive actions towards the staff.

Xina sits down at the table and pours herself a glass of ice water. She takes a long sip and sighs, looking at Miguel. "Babe...," she says in a low voice. "You know that getting married in the church is a top priority for me. You know what it means to me..."

Miguel's eyebrows knit together with worry. "I know it is..." he rapidly crosses the room to join her and kneels in front of her, hands on her thighs. She squirms away from him a little and purses her lips, looking down.

"Promise me you'll catch up on your Bible reading by next week and set up an appointment with the missionaries?"

Miguel hesitates for just a fraction of a second in his mind but he answers her, almost a little too quickly, "Of course I will."

Xina manages to give him a little smile, fiddling with the top button on his shirt. "Love you..."

"Love you too."

---

Later that evening, Xina and Miguel are sitting next to each other at a large, circular, oak table across from her parents, eating dinner in their mansion of a home.

Xina's mother makes a face when she takes a bite of the salmon.

"Something wrong with it, hun?" Xina's father asks, dishing himself some potatoes.

Xina's mother spits the bite into a napkin. "Rex!" She barks. An older, balding man with a kind face and chef's uniform enters the dining room. "Yes, ma'am?"

"Salmon's not up to par, I'm afraid." She pushes the dish towards the puzzled chef.

"M' sorry ma'am. Can I make you anything else you'd like instea-"

She cuts him off. "No, my appetite's ruined. That's all, Rex."

The chef looks down in shame at the dish he worked hard on, picking it up with shaky hands and shuffling quickly out of the dining room.

Miguel tightens his grip on his fork and shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. He had not seen this side of Xina's parents. But, it was only their third time meeting, so he did his best to concentrate on who he was really there for, Xina. He took another bite of his roast beef.

Once the old man was out of earshot, Xina's mother tuts her teeth. "Sorry, he's insufferable... I don't know what we'll do with him.... is your roast beef even edible, dear?" She asks Miguel.

Miguel inhales slowly, trying to stifle his outrage on the chef's behalf but Xina's father cuts in.

"So, Miguel," Xina's father says, breaking the silence. "Your folks are planning on driving down on the... 25th, right? For the rehearsal dinner?"

Miguel nods, blotting his lips with a cloth napkin. "Yes, sir."

"Remind me who's coming?" He asks, pouring a generous helping of gravy on his potatoes.

Miguel clears his throat. "My younger brother, Gabe, and my mother-"

"Right, your father's not in your life." Xina's father says, waving his fork.

Miguel's lips fall open and he blinks in disbelief at the abruptness of his statement. I mean, he wasn't lying, per se. Miguel took a sip of his wine, trying to chalk it up to just him not choosing his words carefully, that's all.

"Right, he's not..." Miguel says, straightening in his chair.

Xina's mother pipes up, "You know, that's really such an inspiration on your part. Most people like you with your background end up on the streets, or worse."

Miguel abruptly stops cutting his meat, first looking at Xina's mother, who sat with a smile on her face looking at him, to her husband, who was too occupied with his potatoes to even care, to Xina who was just looking at her lap, clearly a little embarrassed at her comment, but stayed silent.

It got worse. She continues, "... wouldn't even guess that English isn't your first language. You're so well spoken for someone like you."

At that point, Miguel is so uncomfortable that he stands up abruptly, removing his napkin from his lap and setting it next to his wine glass.

"...if you'll excuse me..." he briskly walks out, making sure to close the front door a little extra loudly than he normally would.

Miguel paces in the driveway, taking deep breaths. He exhales a little bit when he sees Xina, but he's met with a different reaction than he was expecting.

"What the hell are you doing?" she hisses, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her stomach.

Miguel's face contorts in confusion, "Babe..that comment your mom made-"

"It's just how she is, Miguel!" Xina says, her annoyance starting to make itself apparent as her face comes into view.

Miguel is now even more confused.

"Just come back inside, please?" Xina looks around, hoping none of the neighbors were witnessing their spat.

Miguel takes a step back, his face hurt. "Xi...what's got into you...?"

"Look, I'm sorry that she said it, okay? But that's just how she is. She doesn't have a filter. Old people are just like that. Now she's upset because you stormed out."

Miguel becomes angry now. "Babe. I understand your parents are from a different generation and your mom has a certain way of... communicating." He sighs. "But what she said was kind of racist. I felt extremely uncomfortable."

Xina looks up at the sky in utter aggravation, "Okay! Fine! You're right! It was totally racist, okay? Happy? I'll talk to her about it later, but I really don't wanna fight anymore about this. We're supposed to walk down the aisle in three and a half weeks. They're just stressed because they're not only hosting my family, they're hosting yours too. I'm stressed, you're stressed. We all are..."

Miguel takes a deep breath. Now he's second guessing himself and his feelings. Did he overreact? The last thing he wanted was for them to dislike him. They were his future in-laws after all. Even though Miguel is hurt she won't defend him and is downplaying his feelings, he decides to shove them aside for her sake. Miguel looks down at her, taking her waist in his hands. She flinches a little and tries to pull back at first, but remains where she's standing when he holds her a little tighter.

"I'm sorry...okay? I'm sorry for being an ass..." Miguel can't help but feel a little odd that he's the one apologizing, but he continues. "Let's go back inside, yeah? Maybe we can go on a date this Friday, just to get away from all this wedding planning stuff."

Xina gives him a half smile and takes his hand in hers. "Deal..."

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Later that night as Miguel showered in his shared apartment with Xina, he kept replaying their fight over and over again. He didn't know what it was, but lately, Xina was showing a very different side of herself. One that was completely the opposite of the soft spoken sweetheart he fell in love with when the cameras were rolling

He knew that she was religious when he proposed, but had the impression she was more of an Easter and Christmas-only attendee. Her devoutness amped up shortly after their engagement. Her pressure for him accept Jesus and get baptized so they could be married in her church started making him realize he bit off a little more than he could chew.

He felt a phony when she'd ask him to pray over meals and when he'd be called on to read a passage in Sunday School, like he wasn't supposed to be there. His scientific-inclined brain clashed with the idea of a magical being in the sky who would send him to Hell if he touched himself.

Furthermore, Xina demonstrated that she could be quite insensitive to his feelings, and he couldn't unsee the way his future in-laws poorly treated their chef in front of him, and the casual microaggressions they were throwing out about him and his family.

His whole childhood, he was bullied for his accent and for being one of the kids who would get pulled out of class for extra tutoring because he was so far behind everyone else. He was used to being doubted and constantly faced taunts from his classmates and teachers. Conchata was generally the better parent compared to George, but unfortunately that wasn't saying much.

She put immense pressure on Miguel to do well and excel in everything, constantly shifting the goalposts for the near impossible standards she expected him to reach.

But, he worked his ass off and eventually started reading two grade levels above his current grade and took home placing trophies in Math and Science olympiads. It wasn't long before Ivy League schools set their sights on him, and he went on to be the successful geneticist he was today, even buying Conchata a new house despite their volatile relationship.

Throughout it all, he never felt ashamed of where he came from, or his heritage. Nevertheless, it was something he was still was VERY sensitive about and he told Xina about it many times which is why it stung when she couldn't defend him. He even told you about it.

Oh God....you. This was the first time in a while that he finally allowed his mind to dwell on you for longer than a minute. He remembered how receptive you were when he told you. For once, he didn't hear a, "well at least you have it better than most", or a "cheer up, it's not so bad," when he explained his life story. Instead, you listened carefully with a soft look in your eyes and one of your hands resting on top of his, letting him know that the way he felt was completely valid. Something he didn't realize could be so healing when he heard you say that in that moment.

On top of that, your family was so...kind. Your mom even went out of her way to whip up an extra loaf of banana bread just for him when she caught wind that it was his favorite. Your siblings treated him like he was just another member of the family and it was a little unreal how seamlessly he got along with all of them. And, he distinctly remembered how gracious every single one of them were to the restaurant staff when you all went to lunch, with no awkward, demeaning energy like Xina's parents unfortunately demonstrated at dinner tonight. The cameras must have kept them on their best behavior until their true selves could come out once they turned off.

He's about to do something he knows he shouldn't, but he can't resist. He unblocks you on Instagram. (He has only one post on his own account and it's from when he was announced as The Eligible Suitor, the show forced him to create one for publicity's sake, he actually loathes social media in all forms).

And there you were, smiling with your friends at brunch. Another one of you showing off your new dog you rescued from the shelter named Hamilton, and your gorgeous headshot of you in a swimming suit for your debut on Singles in Paradise, where you and other rejected candidates from the show were all going to go at it in a fancy beach resort in Mexico.

Man, you looked good, curves on full display. The smile that he fell in love with was spread across your lovely face. The same one he was responsible for erasing when he broke your heart with less than 10 words on a tranquil beach in Thailand months earlier.

Now, you seemed happier. Trying to carry on with life as though he was never there. Like he didn't haunt your dreams and the sound of his name didn't cause the sting of a thousand burns to scorch through your body. Like you were never the first girl he ever spilled his cum into during that sexy night in the Fairytale Suites, remnants of him imprinted somewhere deep inside you.

Xina climbs into bed next to him and he closes out of Instagram immediately, ashamed that he let his mind wander. Her hand wanders down to his cock and it's not long until he's pounding into her. His mind struggles desperately to fight off the memory of the way your lips parted in ecstasy the whole time she's underneath him.

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A few days later

"What the fuck, Miguel?!" Xina screams at him over the phone. Miguel holds the phone away from his ear for a moment, the sound too harsh against his eardrum. She was upset at him this time for his interview on a morning talk show, promoting their upcoming wedding which was supposed to be aired live as the show's long awaited special before Singles in Paradise made its debut.

The host smiled and leaned on her elbow.

"Now, Miguel. Eligible Suitor's number one fan blog is releasing rumors that you only chose Xina because she was the safer option compared to y/n, the season's edgier "bad girl". Is there some truth to that statement, or can you elaborate on that?

Miguel nods slowly, a little bit of panic settling in on the inside, wondering how the hell the fan pages were eerily accurate, despite him not giving away any hints about his internal struggles regarding his engagement to the press that he was aware of.

"Well, as the man chosen to be the Eligible Suitor, there are certain expectations for me and who I ultimately end up with...Xina fit in well with my family. She had all the qualities of the ideal partner. Overall, it just seemed to be a better match..."

"But you're making it sound like if say, y/n for example had all of that, would you have picked her instead?"

Miguel hesitates, turning a little red. He wasn't good at lying. "Well, I mean..."

Awkward silence that lasts a little too long.

He quickly tries to recover but he ends up making it worse, "I mean, what's done is done. There's not really a point in wondering about that, you know....? We-we're very excited for the wedding..."

It wasn't longer than a minute after the show cut to commercial that his phone was ringing off the hook.

"Tell me right now that you love me, and not her, or I swear to God, Miguel I will call off this whole thing!" She says through tears.

Miguel sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. Now he really felt like a jerk.

"I do love you baby..."

Xina is still distraught and doesn't seem to want to listen. "After everything we've been through. I've supported you. I got along with your mom, I got an apartment with you. I even supported you through all that mental health bullshit of yours and you still can't even defend me on live television and say you love me more than that broke piece of trash!"

Miguel freezes. "Hold on, mental health bullshit....?" Miguel really hopes that he didn't just hear what he thought he heard. He does his best to keep his anger at bay but he can feel it rising anyway. "So, all of the internal struggles I trusted you enough to tell you about....my depression which is something that will ALWAYS be a part of me, Xina...you think it's bullshit?"

Xina sputters, "Miguel, no, I didn't mean it like that. It's just...ugh you are just so hard to deal with sometimes, you know? I totally understand and respect the fact that you're going through a lot right now, but so am I. And I can't sit here and coddle you through everything if you don't get help."

Miguel's world comes shattering down. His worst fear that started to creep into the back of his mind ever since about 2 weeks after he proposed to Xina had just been confirmed to be true: she was not at all the woman he thought she was. It was merely an act for the show, and, with the help of the producers and audience, they pushed him towards her simply because she was the woman they wanted to see him with, when his heart truly lied with you the whole time.

And now, you were on a beach in Mexico probably getting courted by all sorts of men who could give you way more than Miguel ever could, while he was left to contend with a broken heart and a cancelled wedding.

He says in a shaky voice. "I was getting help...I told you I started therapy. I trusted you with THE most sensitive parts of me, Xina. And you threw it in my face. By the way, why do you say y/n is broke trash, as you put it, huh?"

"Miguel, stop putting words in my mouth..."

"Nononono...you LITERALLY said it, Xi. Don't start with your gaslighting bullshit on me!" Miguel is raising his voice now. "You called her broke trash. Let me guess: you shoo away our wedding planners, your parents treat your chef like complete shit. She has less money and prospects than you, therefore she's just trash, right? Well, I came from hardly anything, too. Does that make me trash? Huh?"

There's only silence on the other line, then she says, "Miguel, you're different..."

"No. No, Xina. You're different. You're not who I thought you were, and I think we shouldn't be marrying each other." Hot tears spill down Miguel's face and he hangs up his phone. He presses his back against the wall, sliding down until he hides his face in his hands, sobbing on the floor.

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A few weeks later at a beach bungalow resort in Mexico

"Welcome back to another season of: Singles in Paradise, I'm your host, Jason Donner and boy is it good to be back!" Jason beams, flashing his pearly whites at the camera.

You hear your cue and you walk out, clad in a white bikini with a pretty purple coverup wrapped around your midriff with the knot resting on your hip, emphasizing the curve, a certain post-break up glow about you that immediately made you hard to resist, a confident twinkle in your eye. You greet Jason with a hug and he holds your hands in his.

"Great to see you. Feelin' nervous?"

You flash a lovely smile at him, playing it up for the cameras. "Just a little bit. But I'm more so excited than nervous."

Jason's lips curve into a smirk. "Anyone down there on that beach you're hoping to run into?"

Miguel.

No, you hadn't really thought about it. Noir was pretty cute. You throw his name out there. "I hope Noir is down there..."

Jason nods, giving your shoulder a good luck squeeze. "Well, go on down there and see for yourself. Good luck! And welcome to paradise once again."

"Thanks, Jas!" You play it up, giving him a little flirty wink as you walk down the stone path and disappear into some trees, making your way to the beach. Necks turn slowly and you feel your heart pound as several pairs of eyes land on you.

Felicia Hardy is standing at the beach side resort bar waiting on her piña colada with a bad case of RBF. But, her snowy eyes melt into an enthusiastic expression when she sees you.

"Noooo way!!! Oh my GOD, you're even hotter in person! Girl! What!!"

You beam, flattered as she pulls you into a hug. Her long, platinum blonde hair hangs loose from a claw clip with the ponytail flowing in waves that brush against her back, a few stray wisps framing her face. She's wearing a dark blue tube top dress which is doing her figure all types of favors, accentuating her goddess-like pear shape. And, she smells totally divine of coconut body spray, evidence of sunbathing apparent in her sunkissed cheeks and tan lines.

"Holy shit, where'd you get your outfit?" She asks, giving her piña colada a sip, shamelessly eyeing you up from head to toe.

You smile, giving her a little twirl. "Girl, $20 at Marshall's for the whole thing. I swear to God."

"No way! Oh my God, I love that place!" Felicia smiles. "I gotta say I'm a huge fan of you. Dude, that pissed me off so fucking bad when Miguel fucked you over like that."

You smile back at her, flattered. You can tell that you definitely want to have Felicia be your beach bestie throughout this whole process. She had been the Eligible Suitorette about 2 seasons ago. Her tenure was one that went down in the show's history, the way she didn't take any shit, and had so many guys falling all over her. But, unfortunately her engagement to Flash Thompson went down in flames when his dumb ass eventually got caught cheating, making fans of the show rally around her even more.

"So, I guess I should give you the low down on who's coupled up with who so far?" She asks.

You nod, familiar with this part of the game. "Yes, please. Oh my God, tell me everything."

You two go sit down on a pair of beach chairs, turning them so your knees are touching each other, leaning in close together for your woman to woman huddle, the cameras zooming in on you both.

"Okay, so first of all, I'm with Ben." She gleams, biting her lip. You follow her gaze and see Ben shirtless, playing volleyball with some of the other men, his baby blues are locked right back on Felicia with his angelic, pretty boy face. He nods and gives you a polite wave hello.

"Girrrrrrllllll...." You smile, turning back to her. "Good for you, honestly, he is SO damn fine, respectfully of course."

Felicia throws her head back and waves you off with a laugh. "Girl, thank you. No worries at all. Yeah, he's uh, he's something else alright." She bites her lip again and looks down. "He treats me so good. It's going really well..."

You give her a warm look, the unmistakable signs of falling head over heels quite recognizable all over her demeanor and the way she's talking about him.

Felicia resumes her report. "Noir is here, but he's got a thing for Jess."

You feel slightly disappointed to hear that but nod, encouraging her to continue.

"Peter B. is here, but it's been kinda awkward. MJ is here too."

"No fucking way?" You sit up, interested. "They really invited both of them here?"

Peter B. and MJ were considered royalty as far as the show goes, with Peter being one of the most beloved suitors of the show's history. However, that quickly became tainted with scandal with the volatile on-and-off nature of his and MJ's relationship. They got engaged at the end of his season, then they were "taking some time apart", then they reunited, but he was seen in the Barbados with some mysterious brunette, but she was also out and about with no engagement ring. BUT, they were spotted in Chicago holding hands and all over each other in a night club just a month ago

"Yeah girl, I have no fucking clue. They're clearly off at the moment , but you can totally tell it's bugging Peter. She's all over George right now."

"Girl noooo. George Stacy?!"

"George, fucking-Stacy, girlll."

George had troubling political opinions and was known for being quite a douche. BUT he was also well over 6 feet tall with ocean eyes, big arms, and money. Well, for you, personally, no way in hell you'd tolerate that.

"MJ hates me though." Felicia warns.

"Wait, why??"

"She thinks I "stole her man" even though Peter was literally throwing himself at me when they were on break number 394 or some shit." Felicia chuckles, shaking her head, stirring her piña colada which is now becoming a watery slush. She pauses for a moment then looks at you. "So, girl, tell me, who did you have your eyes on coming here?"

"Well..." You sigh, the options so far were not promising. "I did think Noir was cute, but he's already with Jess."

"You could still invite him on a date, technically." Felicia points out. "But, I understand. He does reallyyy seem to be into her right now. It would be hard to try and pull him at this point." She drums her fingers. "Girl! Go for Peter. Oh my God you guys would be so cute!"

You blush internally. Peter? You hadn't given him much thought. You turn around, searching for him. He's standing in the ocean a few feet away up to his ankles. He turns to the side a little, and the wind blows open his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt as he leans down to examine one of the seashells under his feet.

Oh God, he was handsome. 6'2, lean muscles peppered with dark hair that ran across his chest and belly button, and a shadow of stubble on his face gave him a rugged feel, but those chocolate puppy brown eyes made him look so innocent. One of his cheeks had a little dimple that would pop out when he made that signature little smirk of his.

"Fffuck...really, girl?" You murmur, your jaw practically still hanging open at the sight of him. "But I thought you two were a thing?"

Felicia smirks. "Hell no! I rejected him forever ago. You sooo like him! I can tell. Just do it!"

You take a shaky breath. "God...okay, fuck it. I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Good luck!" Felicia calls after you. "Come find me afterwards and tell me everything!!"

You nod and shoot her a smile as you walk away. You bite your lip, your stomach doing all sorts of flips and tricks as you approach Peter. He has sort of a hopeless look on his face as he watches George and MJ from afar cuddled up on their beach towels, George's rough hands rubbing sunscreen into her shoulders as he was practically eye-fucking her.

"Peter!" You call for him. Peter turns, confused at the sound of a woman's voice calling for him, but his pupils go wide when he locks eyes with you for the first time.

"H-Hey!" His lips part a little bit at the sight of your gorgeous hair and friendly smile. His eyes start to land on your figure but he quickly flicks them back upwards to look into yours, not wanting to look like a perv. God, he was so cute. He offers you one of his hands, his voice gentle. "I'm Peter B."

You introduce yourself and he repeats your name back to you. The way he says it is making you scream a little on the inside, his voice is soothing and low. And suddenly you want to know more, so much more about him. And with the way he's gazing down at you, he does too.

You two just stand there in the ocean, chatting as the wind rustles against you both. Soon, the sun is starting to dip further down in the sky and you feel a chill coming on. Peter notices the goosebumps on your arms and wraps his shirt around you, holding you under his arm as you both meander back to the beach.

You squeal when he swoops you into a bridal style carry, butterflies appear in his stomach when he feels your hair brush under his chin, and he's almost tempted to pull you in closer. No, he decides there's plenty of time for that later, if all of this continues to go as flawlessly as it is already. He sets you down on one of the poolside cabanas, spreading a blanket over your legs. You curl up under it, shooting him a smile of appreciation. He looks at you with adoring eyes at how cute you look curled up like that.

"Can I get you something to drink?" He asks gently, the tips of his fingers brushing against your thigh, sending a chill down your spine.

"Um, vodka cranberry, please." You say sweetly. Peter gives you his signature smirk, the little dimple in his cheek driving you wild. His fingers make full contact with your thigh this time, stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Coming right up..." he's off to get you your drink, leaving you internally screaming by the pool.

---

Jason is leaning against a palm tree, silently monitoring the scene of flirtatious couples below when a tall dark figure approaches him. The camera stays on Jason and captures the look of shock across his face.

"Well, well, WELL! Look who it is, great to see you man!"

The man's face isn't shown, and it appears his response is being muted off mic, Jason's voice is the only audible one, the camera focusing on his reactions with the mystery guest,

"Wow...I'm so sorry to hear that man...yeah, yeah she's here. And you're sure about this.....? Alright, well here's your date card, feel free to use it whenever you wish. Good luck down there man."

------

You and Peter are laughing together by the pool, the alcohol slowly starting to weave its way into your banter. The daybed you're sharing is just a smidge too small, forcing your thigh to touch his as you squish on it together, bodies laying side by side. When you ask him a question, you subtly push yours a little closer into his. Peter seems to notice your increasing touch, his train of thought stalling for just one minute, before he turns pink and apologizes. "Sorry, must be the alcohol," he mumbles cutely, looking sheepishly at you.

"Yeah, the alcohol..." you tease, your pointer finger traces his sternum. His breath hitches and he's looking at you with wet lips, his eyes come to rest on your breasts that are squished so deliciously together.

You're looking back at him too, letting your eyes rake over his body up and down, admiring how good he looks and how the faded blue lights from the pool are casting a sensual shadow over his form, wondering how it would look if it were in the darkness of your bedroom instead.

Peter clears his throat. The nervousness catching up to him, and he turns his head, gazing at the shimmering water. "Sorry..." he lets out a breathy chuckle, then turns back to you. "I haven't connected this quickly with someone ever since...well I mean, since my last relationship which ended badly..... As I'm sure you're well aware of thanks to the press."

You hum, your finger now tracing little circles on his shoulder, making him tremble slightly. "Yeah....I heard. I'm kind of in the same boat."

You take a deep sigh. God, just when you thought you were getting over him, Miguel pulls you right back in. Being with Peter right now feels foreign, strange. You can't put a finger on it. You notice that those decadent brown eyes are already fixed on you, and you stare back, your voice oozing a hint of desire as you softly tell him,

"But, I wouldn't mind if I...spent some more time getting to know you."

Peter exhales softly, you detect the sweetness of the liquor on his breath, the wetness that the rim of his glass left behind is shiny on his bottom lip, and all you want to do is taste.

Peter slowly smirks back, his fingers coming to pull under your chin, bringing your face closer to his.

"I wouldn't mind either..." lust codes his voice now. But, before he goes in to kiss you, his eyes soften a little bit as he drinks in your features. "You're very beautiful..."

You feel the heat rising in your body, you drape one of your legs around him, resting your knee on his hip. "Thank you..."

Peter lets out a soft groan, his hand immediately comes to grip your thigh, encouraging you to press your body against his, and he traps your lips in his with a fiery kiss.

The stubble from his face is a little scratchy, but you don't mind. His tongue is sweet from the wine he was drinking, and you can't get enough. His hands travel a little higher on your thighs and you gasp into his mouth as he pulls you on top of him so you're straddling him with one knee on either side of his waist.

"C'mere..." he purrs.

You lean in closer to him, pressing your forehead against his to try and make your moans more quiet as he grinds your pussy against the bulge in his swim trunks, the soft fabric of your bikini bottoms separating you. The friction is delicious and you reward him with a neverending chorus of his name.

"Peter...."

Peter gives a loud groan, his grip on your hips tightens, this time bucking his hips under your spread pussy, letting you ride the outline of his cock.

"Ffuck....Peter, baby...." you whine.

"Mmm yeah, baby?" Peter lands a sharp spank on your ass in response, making you curse under your breath again. "You like what I'm doing to you?"

"Yes baby, I love it." You bite your lip, closing your eyes. "What if someone sees us, baby?"

"Let em watch.." Peter moans.

"Oh God...don't stop, please." Your moans rise in pitch.

"Fffuck....." Peter breaths out, his hands coming up to grip your breasts while you ride him. "I won't baby...fuck..." The sensation causes him to close his eyes as well. "You feel too good to stop."

You lean over, your lips crashing greedily against his, both of your tongues dancing in each other's mouths, while you grind together. His hands can't get enough and he finally starts to curl two fingers inside your pussy which elicits a sharp cry of passion, Peter playfully shushing you as he kisses your nose.

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The rose Miguel is holding falls onto the sand below as he watches you and Peter heavily making out, now engaged in mild foreplay and you might as well start fucking at any moment now due to how hot and heavy the scene is.

It's almost a race with how quickly the jealousy, nausea, and rage rises in Miguel's body, filling him to the brim. He stands there, jaw and shoulders tense. His cock twitches a little at your whines but seethes at the sight of another man's hands all over you. He finally rips himself away, not able to withstand it any longer.

Noir and Jess look at him with raised eyebrows as he sits at the beachside bar after downing 3 shots of tequila back to back. He just sits there, eyes glazed over at the empty shot glasses in front of him for several moments until he leans forward, laying his head in his arms with his eyes closed.

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To be continued...

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