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Happy Hour

Part 1 to the Sharing is Caring series

Frankie Morales x F!reader free-use with the triple frontier boys

Summary: Frankie loves using and abusing his free-use pass with you. He’s got no problem introducing it to the rest of the guys.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, Voyuerism, Cucking, free use, unprotected sex, male masturbation, oral m-receiving, assisted masturbation, using beer bottles as dildos, indirect pussy eating (?), slight breeding kink, language

18+ ONLY

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Frankie invited the boys over for the summer kickoff Barbecue in your backyard. You spent all day preparing snacks and side dishes, setting up yard games and helping clean the pool, all the while getting praises by Frankie who found every opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you all over. 

"You get enough beer for tonight?" He asks, nuzzling his nose against your neck, pressing kisses over your shoulder. 

"Yup. I almost cleared out the shelf. You boys gonna have a good time, I’ll take care of everything else.” You lay your hand over top his which were caressing your lower tummy affectionately. 

With how busy things had been getting recently, you wanted Frankie to get together with his friends again. He had thrown you such a wonderful girls night-in when you had your girl friends over last month, so making sure he and his buds were well taken care of tonight was your top priority. 

“I think you'll have some fun too." 

Frankie continues to nip at your exposed skin, his hand drafting up to the exposure of your off-shoulder frilly blouse, tugging it down with one finger. "Frankie, stop, I'm still cooking."

He ignores you, slipping his hand inside the elastic band and palming your breast, his hips pinning yours to the counter as he rubbed his hard-on against your ass. "Gonna do everything I ask of you tonight, aren't you?" His breathes huskily into your ear. 

You remained tight lipped, unsure of what he had planned tonight, but having some ideas as to the sexual acts he'll want to get away with. You felt heat pool in your lower stomach at the idea of fucking in the powder room while the boys were outside, or having him finger you under the table while they ate. He's been pushing his free-use license further and further, making you simultaneously nervous and excited at how far he intends to use you for his pleasure.

"They'll...be here... any minute..." you whine, your body caving in to his touches as you breathe heavier. You feel his fat fingers dip below your naval, through the lining of your skirt and down your panties, fingering your clit softly to work your arousal.

"Nothing they haven't seen before, baby mamma," he groans. He removed his hand from between your thighs, bringing its stickiness up to dance on your lips. Your mouth happily parts at the intrusion and suck your arousal from his digits. He lifts your skirt above your hips, splaying your panty-clad ass on display, his lips never leaving your neck or cheek.

"Not a baby mamma yet, that's your job to make happen remember?" You smile, turning your head to lock your lips together. You feel a tap on your thigh and lift your leg to aid in his removal of your panties. He stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I'm keeping these, need you nice and wet for us tonight."

The doorbell rings, and Frankie backs away from you abruptly, leaving you wide eyed, back now cold. The faint breeze from the open window whistling under your skirt and between your damp, exposed pussy. "Us?"

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Frankie greets each of the guys with a long awaited hug as they enter your home together. You tried to act like you're not dripping between your thighs as you kiss and cautiously hug each of them. It was Benny who scooped you up in his arms and twirled you around, your skirt lifting enough to show the lower half of your bare ass. 

Santi bit his lip at the sight. “Keeping Fish good company I hope?” He asks as Benny set you down with a fat kiss to your cheek. 

You hastily bring your skirt lower, tugging it down. “It’s been pretty smooth sailing since the wedding, hasn’t it?” 

Frankie's hand skims the back of your rear, hand lifting your skirt back up over the side of your thigh, pulling you in to him like a little prize, fully well knowing everyone got a good look at you. “It’s been more than great,” he says. You could help but blush at the way he beamed at you with adoration. "Beer anyone?"

They pile into the backyard, sorting through the cooler of assorted bottles and cans while you sift through the kitchen drawers for an opener. You could overhear indistinguishable chatter from the group, their occasional glances back towards you in the house. 

"Found it!" You call out, skipping out to the yard. "Let me," you offer, grabbing each beer from their hand and popping off the lid. 

"Sweet of you, baby, thank you." Frankie kisses the side of your head. Then his voice changes an octave lower, whispering lowly into your ear: "Go sit on the chair right there and put your heels on the seat."

You shiver, pulling away to stare back at him incredulously. His face told you he wasn't playing, that this was the first of many things he'd be asking of you tonight. You gulp and did as he said, settling uncomfortably in the plastic lawn chair and bringing your knees up to your chest, desperate to keep your ankles together and closed so everyone couldn't see right your bare pussy behind your ankles.

Frankie leans next to you, bottle in hand. "Don't be shy. Spread 'em."

Your face felt hot red as Benny, Will, Santi and Frankie eyes bore down on your anxious figure. You muster up your courage and boldly spread your legs wide, skirt falling from your thighs entirely to your hip, glittering cunt now open wide for the entire backyard. 

Benny whistles lowly. "Never gonna get tired of that pretty view. Damn. Lucky bastard.”

Frankie grimaces proudly, his hand cupping your jaw affectionately like a pet. "Keep 'em spread for us, okay babygirl?"

You nod, clit twitching at his praise, not even noticing when he hitches the rim of his bottle at your entrance. Your brows furrow, never breaking eye contact with his beautiful brown eyes as he pushed the bottles neck into your pussy, your arousal making it easy for the object to slide right through.

"Holy fuck," Will coughs, watching the way you cunt greedily swallows the tip with ease. 

Frankie thrusts it in a bit, making you stutter your breaths with the increased fullness pressing inside, hands fisting the chair's armrests. He was coating the bottle and its contents inside with your juices, fucking you like it was a toy. He notices the resistance when your walls squeezed around its neck, smirking to himself, knowing you were comfortable and enjoying this with him.

Too soon, he slips it out of you, your hips slightly canter forward to chase the object that was just buried inside you. You felt empty, needy, denied. 

Frankie smirks at your helpless state ad he brought the beer to his lips and titled back, chugging the new flavor of alcohol. "Tastes better like that," he says, licking his lips clean of your taste. 

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Frankie watches as you eagerly spread your legs further, leaning back in your chair with confidence so that your cunt hangs out in the open off the edge as each of the guys line up to coat their drinks in your pussy. The way your breath quickens, with each intrusion, how you lick your lips and look down at the sight of it disappearing into you, the mix of gentleness and roughness that came with each boy’s individuality—it drove him crazy how much you let him do this. 

Santi rubs your cheek soothingly, very passionately fucking his bottle into you while never breaking your eye contact. You giggle along with him, rocking your hips with his steady thrusts until he pulls out and takes a long sip. 

Will is far more gentle, rubbing the inside of your thigh with the pad of his thumb. He nudges your pearly clit with the rip, only swirling the top at the most shallow base of your walls. He likes the way you whine, wanting more, but his hand on your thigh is quick to keep you in your place. He slips the edge of the bottle along your folds to gather your dripping juices before retreat, giving you a little wink.

Benny dropsy to his knees, excited to have you so open for him.

“Be nice, Ben. That’s my wife you got there,” Frankie warns.

Benny rolls his eyes, pouting as his visible excitement tones down. You cup his face, knowing Frankie’s threat is a load of BS. “Don’t worry, Benny, you have your taste the way you like it.” You spread your legs even further, ankles now dangling over the arm rest, the cool breeze of the backyard swooshing through your folds. 

Benny pushes his beer in as far as he can, making you gasp. You grab his shoulder to steady yourself as you rock your hips back and forth, letting his hands remain where it is while you fucked your exposed pussy on the neck of the bottle. He rams further inside, the body of the bottle beginning to stretch your cunt.

Benny’s eyes were wide, unsure if he wanted to watch your facial expressions or the scene between your legs. After a few more playful dips, he pulls out, immediately mouthing around the bottle and suckling every drop of your juices around the neck, with little interest of the actual liquid in the bottle. 

The boys spend the evening standing around the grill, all taking turns to use you like a glorified bottle opener. Frankie keeps your panties tucked in the back of his pockets the entire time. He occasionally checks in on your reactions, making sure you’re still laughing and accepting their actions.

They came back after each sip, some taking extra care to fuck you with the bottle, hoping to get you to cum, other times just to get a fresh coating. Frankie watches your expressions each time, the way your jaw hangs open slightly, biting your tongue, quiet moans making their way to his ears. And each time, he forces the boys to stop, leaving your clenching around nothing, frustrated but wet beyond belief. He wanted you dripping, needy all night so they could get the most out of your gushing cunt. 

At one point, you had to get up to serve their food, making them all sit around the rounded patio table and dishing their plates one at a time. Frankie helps place the portions on each plate as you take it to the table before sitting down himself. His hand runs up along your smooth thigh, skirt lifting with his wrist as he inches high and higher, before squeezing your ass possessively, looking up at you. You pinch his nose and move around the table, making sure all the guys have filled drinks.

You didn’t have your own “seat” at the table, instead going around to each of the guy’s laps and eating bits off their plate. While they ate with one hand, the other held a bottle, thrusting in and out of your spread thighs over their leg. 

You currently had your arm draped over Will’s shoulder, spread open  next to the table as he bounced you in his lap, his bottle nudging the sweet spot inside you. He split his attention evenly between Frankie and you. 

The copious amount of alcohol in everyone’s system, including Frankie’s, made the rules of your use a little more lax. That—and they were all so pussy drunk off your juices mingling on their tongues, they couldn’t keep their hands off you.

You kissed along Will’s cheek, nipping his jawline and tracing patterns on his throat with your tongue as he fucked you on his beer. His languid thrusts making you feel hazy. The man had an exceptional talent at knowing the exact pace and pristine jolts to hold you on edge forever. He gave you soft smiles with sincere eye contact that made you flutter. “You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers in your ear. 

Santi was a little cheekier, eagerly pulling you down on his lap. He taps the inside of your thigh, urging you to spread fast so he could get his drink between your legs. “This cunt is still so tight, hermosa. Frankie Papi not taking care of you enough?” he asks brow raising with a challenge towards Fish. Before you can deny him, he blows hot breath against your ear before biting the lobe, making you squeal quietly as he quickly thrusts his 11th bottle of the night into your waiting heat. He continues to dot his lips against your skin, nipping your collar bone. You can see Frankie’s eyes narrow on you two but he doesn’t say anything, letting his conversation with Will continue. His aligns his head perfectly over your top, peering down at your tits. He groans softly at the little jiggles of your supply mounds with each little thrust in to you.

You look over to Benny, who’s got no care to Will and Frankie’s convo and is instead anxiously bouncing his leg, dying to get you on him for his turn.

“Oop, I gotta take care of the baby boy,” you say quietly into Santi’s ear. He pouts briefly, rubs your clit with his thumb under the table so no one else can see. You bite your lips, wide eyed but aroused. He eventually lets you up.

Benny grabs your waist with strong hands and lifts you on to his muscular thigh. 

“Eager?” You tease. You rub your hand over his strong abs and chest, grabbing his beef for him and putting right along your folds, waiting patiently for him to take charge. He doesn’t. “Want you to do it for me,” he says, smirking. You kiss his cheek and notch the beer into your cunt, moaning wantonly right in his ear. He shivers with arousal, bouncing the knee you’re perched on, the bottle neck slipping deeper inside you. His hand gropes your ass cheek, keeping you upright on him while his other arm feeds himself potato salad. he makes a poor attempt to shovel it in his mouth, dropping bits of it along your chest and down your tits.

“Making a mess on my girl, Benny,” Frankie chuckles.

Benny shrugs. Conveniently left with no more free hands, he dips his mouth down to your chest and licks a long stripe along the skin, slurping up the remnants of sticky food on you. You tilt back and laugh drunkly, fisting the bottle and shoving deep inside your cunt, panting breathlessly as your other hand messily rubs his blonde curls like a dog.

You suddenly glance back at Frankie, who is shaking his head at you in disapproval. Not from one of his buds eating food off your tit, but from your less than sneaky trial of trying to finally make yourself cum on the bottle. You pout, draw the neck out of your messy cunt, feeling your little nub twitch with remote. You’re making a big show of innocent eyes at your husband who’s been simultaneously ensuring you are both taken care of and neglected all night.

Frankie raises his hand and curls his finger at you in a come hither motion. You slide off of Benny’s lap guiltily, striding over to him in the sexiest walk you could muster. Chatter had died down as all eyes rested on you standing over Frankie.  

He stares up at you, rolling your skirt over your ass so everyone could see. He presses a soft kiss to your throbbing clit, tasting a mixture of your sweet juices and the different brands and flavors of beer that have been inside you all night. You whine, trying not to flinch too hard at how desperate you need him to make you cum.

He pats your ass assertively. “You been good tonight so far.”

The power he possesses over you was something to behold: despite standing over him, and looking down upon him, his voice and eyes carried such a dominant force against you that it was clear to everyone else how much you not only submit to him, but how much you like doing so.

“Everyone else getting taken care of real good except me. That doesn’t seem right, does it, Querida?”

You shake your head. You knew the drill, knew the devious look in his eyes. His darkened expression points down to the ground only once. 

Without missing a beat, you sink down to your knees on the grass, delicate hands immediately rubbings along his sturdy thighs in his khakis until you came upon the bulge in his pants. You rub your palm over, pressing your face to it, feeling the scratchiness of the material roll against your cheek. You give it a chaste kiss before unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down, freeing his erect cock. 

When you finally push his tip past your tight lips, Frankie sighs relief before starting up the group’s conversation again. The boys shifted in their seats with their evident respective bulges pressing uncomfortably between their legs. They tried to respond respectfully to Fish, occasionally darting glances at you between his legs, working his length in and out of your skilled mouth. The little sucking noises from you interrupted his speech but he made no show of acknowledging you while you sucked his fat cock deep into your throat.

You could hear little coughs and grunts from the others, none of which sounded perturbed. They were all entranced by you, your obedience, submission to Frankie. Santi “dropped” his fork below the table, hunching over to get a good look at you with his mouth agape at the sight: resting back on your haunches, your glistening pussy dripping into the grass as you bobbed your head, hands resting on his knees to keep you from taking it all and choking on it.

He licks his lips and sits up, worried he took too long. Frankie catches his eye and mouths Does she look good? 

Santi nods energetically. 

Fish smirks, taking the opportunity to push the back of your head further onto his cock, making you gag loudly in surprise. Benny and Will’s voices go quiet as Frankie starts slowly forcing his cock deeper in your mouth, making you more verbal in your choking. When he releases the pressure, you pull up so that just the tip is suctioned between your lips, moaning obscenely. Your eyes are closed in bliss, taking him back down and returning your rhythmic bobbing. 

After a few minutes, Frankie’s breaths are coming out short. He’s having a hard time paying attention to what the guys were saying. Just between the two of you, he gently caresses your jaw, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. You stare up at him, slightly teary eyed but full of lust and obsession. “My perfect little whore of a wife,” he mumbles affectionately. “Get up here and make me proud.”

You giddily climb to your feet and throw one leg over his strong thighs, sighing loudly as you straddling him. The texture of his pants feels heavenly against your neglected clit, rubbings your slick folds along his thighs with an arched back, ass peaking out for the boys to once again get a nice show.

Frankie taps your ass again, making you sit upright. He positions the swollen red tip of his member at your wet entrance. You sink down, taking his cock entirely in one motion. The hot, fat pressure of his cock stretching you fuller, deeper than any of the beer bottles could ever reach immediately has your eyes rolling, moaning out loud like a fucking whore as your body shakes, squeezing his dick tightly while your first powerful orgasm of the night washes over you. 

He holds you tight as you spasm through it. “Oh shit—she just came,” Frankie laughs.

“Oh fuck. Didn’t even have to fuck that delicious cunt.”

“That’s hot, Fish. She was so desperate for it.”

“Fuck I’m jealous. I want me a wife like that.”

You continue to gently hump him, their praises falling deaf to your ear. His large, strong body felt good to relax in, putting your weight on top of him with no care as you chase your pleasure Hips swaying of their own accord as you whimper through the aftershocks, arms thrown wrapped over his shoulders.

He strokes your back soothingly. He wants you to settle from your much needed orgasm first. Frankie sits back a little bit, letting you lean forward. The guys are practically standing over the table, desperate to see the space where their friend’s well endowed cock is joined to his wife’s tight and pretty cunt.

He has the audacity to ask the guys if they’d seen the game this past Sunday, resuming their conversation as you continue to pickup pace. You roll your hips along his length, the delicious drag of his cock sliding in and out of you leaving you dumb on him, face pressed tight against his collar while he talks casually over your shoulder. 

When Frankie starts to clench the meat of your hips and pull you down on his length a little harder, neither he nor anyone else at the table cares to talk anymore. He makes sure to fist your skirt over your waist as he drills his meaty girth up into you. They all stare, unblinking, at some point all having whipped their stiff cocks out and stroking furiously.

Frankie gets lost in your tight heat. You couldn’t care about the fact that the boys were jerking off to you and their best friend fucking—your focus was entirely on making your husband spill his sperm deep inside you. 

The squelching sound of your pussy slapping down and your breathy moans can only be heard in your private backyard among your closets guests. He can feel the dampness seeping into his pants, darkening the fabric with each splatsplatsplat of your ass slamming down on his thighs.

“Did I tell ya’ll? We’re trying to get pregnant,” Frankie boasts proudly. He doesn’t stop the way his hips canter up overly excited to share that detail, hitting that spongy spot he had been purposely avoiding all night. A surprised yell escapes your lips, tightening around him in a vice grip. Soon after, you’re both cumming together, releasing long drawn out satisfied groans into each other’s open mouths as your sweet pussy milks him, the pulses of his member filling your womb with his milky seed.

The rest of the boys cum hardly a second later, pumping their veiny cocks furiously at the sight of Frankie’s pearly spend dripping from where the two of you are still connected. Through gritted teeth, they wring out the last dribbles of their cum before everyone is sitting back, panting hard, softened and relieved dicks resting against their full bellies.  

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Notes: I just wanna say don’t fuck yourself with objects that aren’t specifically designed for sex, especially foods or alcohol, because you know… infections. That should be a given. 

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Sooooo…….how do you think Benny boi would handle being caught half-naked from out the shower by his darling?? He’s showering after winning his match-up she thought he was finished but to her surprise…….. this scenario has been stuck in my brain 💀💀

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"Ben? You in here?"

You walk through the locker room, looking for your partner as you go. Eventually, when you reach the showers, you hear the water running.

"Babe?" Benny yells from behind the curtain. "That you?"

You pull it back and pop your head around, trying to keep your eyes on his.

"It's me. I'll just wait for you on the bench out here."

Before you can blink, a strong hand wraps around your wrist and pulls you into the shower, water drenching you immediately. You shriek, swatting at his chest to try and escape.

His palms find your hips, plastering your bodies together.

"Need you," he murmurs into your ear, brushing your hair away from your face. "Can't wait until we get home."

"I'm soaked," you whine.

"You will be."

"Asshole," you laugh, resting your forehead on his sternum. "I like this dress. Dry."

"Stop worrying," he soothes, rucking the material up and over your head, throwing it onto the tiled floor. "Let me take your mind off it, hmm?"

He pulls your underwear down your legs, chuckling when you step out of them willingly.

Benny places your hands on the wall, kicking your feet apart. Pressing kisses down your spine, he sighs softly, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he goes.

"Fuck, this is what I needed. You, all pretty and pliant for me. So good, baby. Such a good girl."

Benny lines himself up and slides home in one smooth movement, both of you gasping in unison.

"That's it," he coos. "Take it, baby. Like you know you can. Like you were made for it."

You drop your head onto your arm and let him mould you however he likes, clearly needing the outlet. He gets like this, after his fights. He vibrates with the energy of it, looking for a release in any way he can get it.

You've become his favourite solution.

"Ben," you whine. "Fuck, babe."

"Yeah, honey. Keep saying my name just like that, please."

Benny's rhythm is frantic, frazzled, rushed, but he still manages to hit exactly the right spots. He knows your body like the back of his hand, that much is clear.

"Close," you choke out, trying not to swallow the water that still beats down. "Benny."

"Come for me, pretty girl. Give me all you've got. Please. I want it baby, that's it."

His honeyed words send you over the edge, muscles tensing and eyes rolling back. Benny joins you, groaning lowly against the wet skin of your back.

You both try to catch your breath for a moment, Ben reaching over to turn off the water. You spin and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

"Better?"

"So much better," he chuckles.

You're about to respond when you hear the locker room door open, the sounds of multiple heavy footsteps filling the room.

"Benny! Champion! Where you at?"

You look at him with wide eyes, both of you realising the hilarity of the situation. Benny reaches out of the curtain to grab his dry shirt from the bench, tossing it to you and wrapping a towel around his waist. You throw it on and follow him out towards the boys sheepishly, knowing you're not about to get away with what you've just done.

"There you are!"

The boys look between you and Benny, putting the pieces together.

"You two are ridiculous," Frankie laughs.

Santiago winks at you as you bury your head in Benny's shoulder, laughter bouncing off the lockers around the room.

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Pairing -triple frontier boys x f!reader

Content warnings-18+,MDNI,NSFW, piv sex,oral sex, public sex,mentions of ptsd,light angst,fluff,smut. Explicit, this is an established poly relationship

Summary- sexually frustrated reader gets lost in thoughts about her boys.

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Notes- this is my first fic ever so please feel free to comment with suggestions. I’ve been putting off writing for so long and I’m nervous to post but so excited. I hope you enjoy!

You’re not sure why the drive home is so quiet, Benny had won his fight after all. Even though it was off a technicality, he still won fair and square. Usually he’s buzzing with excitement after a win but right now, as you’re sandwiched between him and Santi in the backseat of the Jeep, you can tell he’s fuming. The heat radiating off his body should have long dissipated it’s been nearly an hour since he’d won.

Earlier in the locker room

“I know it’s not the way you wanted to win but we’re all still proud of you babe.”

It’s just him and you leaning against the wall inside the locker rooms. The rest of the boys are out grabbing beers, and are likely having the same conversation you’re having right now. He’s got a far away stare in his eyes that you’ve seen before, but not since your days in delta. That was years ago, and now you just want to kiss his face and tell him everything is okay. You won’t though because even though he won and he knows you always take care of him after a win, the only thing he’s said to you since you joined him in the locker room was that he didn’t want any company tonight.

It stings a little even though it shouldn’t. He’s entitled to want some space, and if you’re being honest with yourself, you are being a little selfish brat at the moment. It’s not entirely your fault when after a win he’s usually got you pressed against the lockers with your skirt bunched up around your torso, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands on his bare shoulders. His strength after a fight is always surprising. Normally at this point, he’s holding you up with ease as he roughly fucks you against the lockers with your muffled cries of pleasure getting lost into the crook of his neck. His cock would be slammings into you over and over until you both reach your peak together. Jesus Christ you need to get a grip because you're having flashbacks about the man that is right next to you, and clearly upset.

Is your brain seriously letting you be this ridiculous? You live with 3 other men who are fully capable of keeping you company tonight. There’s just something about Benny after a fight that you can’t shake the feeling, the craving you have for him. That hungry look in his eyes when he has you laid out on the bench with his head between your thighs. He kisses your thighs and runs his tongue slowly up to your aching center,as if he’s forgotten he’s in a locker room and you most definitely can’t take your time. But he always does with you, he slowly licks your folds, his tongue feels hot compared to the cold bench on your back. The duael sensations are driving you mad. He nips at your clit and you look down at him almost in protest but those piercing blue eyes look back at you and he has this shit eating grin on his face. It’s the one you love and know when he’s being playful, he just wants to make sure you’re still here with him. He continues circling your clit with his tongue and you know you’re dripping down onto the bench beneath you. You’re desperately trying to be quiet but he adds a finger into you and you lose all train of thought as he fucks into you at a rapid pace, his tongue flicks your clit and a chill runs down your spine as you lose all sense of where you are. Your quiet whimpers have now turned into louder moans of his name.

Jesus fucking Christ you’re doing it again, get a grip. You can survive one night without Benny.

You will just have to torture one of the others with your frustrations, and how fun might that be?

As your thoughts drift back to the present, you’re in the car and you can see that Will has fallen asleep in the front seat. He’s been training Ben all week and is likely exhausted and a bit frustrated as well with the results. Will hates technicality wins because it messes with his overall record. Ben has been fighting for so long now it’s mostly knockouts across the board. Will is calculated and calm, he always has been. He’s the perfect trainer to juxtapose Benny’s fired up demeanor.

He was very calculated just two mornings ago when he fucked you in the kitchen. You both had a restless night sleep so you found yourselves bright and early in the kitchen enjoying your coffee together like a domestic couple in the suburbs. Except you weren’t a domestic couple by any means were you? No, both of you are in a full on relationship with 3 other people, both e your black coffee in your shared home at 5 am because you both had nightmares ( you all have nightmares) from your time in delta, and from your various other illegal activities after leaving the service.

You hate the restless nights but you love mornings like this, where the two of you, and sometimes all five of you,can enjoy your black coffee in silence, like the silent trained killers that you are (were?). That doesn’t matter, that’s just a joke between you and Santiago anyway.

“Are you done with your coffee?” Will asks with that sultry drawl of his voice still lazy with the lack of sleep.

You don’t answer but you slowly set your cup down on the granite countertop. He tilts his head and levels you with those blue eyes you’ve grown to love over the years. He’s let his hair grow out since leaving the service and his beard comes in nicely just slightly darker than his blonde hair that you love to pull when things get intimate. He stalks towards you in his gray sweatpants and crisp white, and too tight, t-shirt. You still haven’t answered him as he cages you against the cold counter top. You can feel the hard press of his cock against your abdomen in your thin oversized army T shirt. Is it yours? You’re not even sure anymore, it’s probably Frankie’s shirt but Will doesn’t care. He obviously doesn’t mind sharing.

He slowly grabs the hem of the shirt, his fingers dancing against your thighs. He raises his eyebrow at you asking for permission because of course it’s Will. You take his hands away from your shirt and quickly toss it over your head as it lands somewhere to your left to be found later. He stills in front of you taking in your naked form.

“ No panties or bra?” He asks you another question as if you’ve answered the first question.

What was the first question? He wastes no time lifting you onto the cold counter top. He kisses your neck and slowly drags his tongue down the line until he reaches your nipple, taking his time sucking and using his hand to grab the other breast and squeeze, brushing his thumb across your nipple. Your whole body is alight with goosebumps now, and pretty much anytime, Will ever touches you.

Before you can finish recanting your thoughts of the other morning you’re rudely interrupted by Santi poking you in the rib.

“Ouch what the fuck!”

“Calm down Honey I barely poked you!”

Even in the darkness of the car you can see his piercing gaze and his shit eating grin.

“Yeah, I’m trying to figure out why you poked me?” You say sassier than you wanted and return the grin in favor with slightly more of a smile than you wanted .

Frankie chimes in from the drive’rs seat

He asked you a question? When? You can’t even remember with your thoughts so caught up in fantasizing about the men you lived with.

“Hermosaaaaa, are you still with us?” Frankie’s eyes are somehow on you in the rear view mirror and paying attention to the road at the same time.

“We’ll I’ve got your attention now so I’ll ask again” Pope says in a bit of high pitched annoyance. “Which one of us is your favorite?”

You scoff at the idea that you would even answer let alone think that this stupid question is what pulled you from your thoughts of you and Will the other morning.

“ Do you actually think she would answer that?” Ben chimes in from beside you and you notice some of the heat and annoyance has dissipated from his demeanor.

He now seems more relaxed, shoulders less tense. You relax a little at the sight of your Benny returning to you. Still, you will give him his space tonight because he asked and you will always respect their space. That’s the only way this all works…respect.

“ You know I’m not answering that, and besides you all annoy me with equal vigor so I couldn’t possibly have a favorite.””.

Without turning to face Santi, you dart out your right hand to poke him in the ribs but he catches your wrist and stops you full force. You wouldn’t dare turn your head to see the fucking Cheshire Cat smiling back at you in the darkness of the car. You already know he’s proud of himself because his chuckling is reverberating through your hand that he still has clasped in his grip.

He leans in real close to your ear ( not helping your predicament) you can smell the musky cologne and the faint smell of beer.

“Ah ah ah, gotta be quicker than that,” he says playfully, still sensing your annoyance.

You rip your wrist out of his grasp and huff in frustration, as you glance back at the front seat and see Will still sound asleep. It warms your heart because sleep is hard to come by sometimes, and Will could certainly use some shut-eye.

So you’re obviously checking Will off your list of who will be your victim tonight. Between his long week and the way Frankie drives, anyone was bound to fall asleep.

Your thoughts perk up thinking of Frankie, as you watch him drive with such ease and control. The broadness of his shoulders as he lazily turns the wheel onto a familiar street. He always has such control when it comes to anything besides you. He would gladly lose control for you. Just the thought of the first time you saw him fly a helicopter can make you cum. That’s what attracted you to him in the first place. Although you couldn’t believe how you had managed to be placed in delta force with the four hottest men in the world. it wasn’t really fair. You supposed that Tom kept things equal, statistically speaking, being the least attractive of them all.

Frankie could definitely ease your frustrations tonight. He could never say no to you, it seemed there wasn’t a time when he didn’t want you. Once again you find your thoughts drifting off to the other day. It was a hot humid day in Florida. The kind you hated because everything stuck to you in all the wrong places. The sweat seems never ending on days like this and the bugs won’t leave you alone. Benny and Will were busy training at the gym and Santi was holed up in his office. You didn’t bother him on those days because you knew his mind would often take him to dark places. It had rained quite a bit the night before, and you knew the rain always brought thoughts of Columbia. He always took it the hardest and so you would leave him be for now.

That left you and Frankie to make what you could of this day and you knew he would do anything for you, and with you. The day had started off innocently enough, the two of you deciding to go to the beach.

Once you’ve arrived at the beach you quickly realize your mistake…everyone else in Florida had the same idea, and you and Frankie audibly groan at the sight of what feels likea thousand cars and a million people. Neither of you are in the mood for large crowds .

“What do you think Honey?”

You glance at Frankie in the driver’s seat and can’t help but smile. He tries so hard for you, you can see his smile lines have deepened over the years and his cap that perfectly frames his curls has faded slightly. You place your hand gently on his arm that’s gripping the steering wheel a little too tight and notice the blue shirt he’s wearing hugging his bicep.

“Let’s go home “ you try to say with conviction so that he thinks you’re not upset in the slightest.

“I feel bad we came all this way,” “ he says as he pulls onto the road and you notice his frown. You just want to pull him into a kiss so that he never makes that face again.

“ I really am enjoying watching you drive so it’s not a total waste.””. You throw a wink his way and see that smile return that you love so much. You decide to just enjoy the drive and the only breeze you’ll get all day with the windows down.

He keeps glancing over at you but you’re not sure he knows you can tell. You did wear his favorite sundress. It’s red with little blue flowers on it, t. Thin straps and a very low neckline that perfectly frames your breasts. The hem hits just above the knee, but with the way you’rer seated in the front, it’s slightly higher. He chances one more glance at you and you can’t help but tease a little.

“See something you like Morales?”

He doesn’t answer you but places his warm palm on your upper thigh. You’re both facing forward because you don’t dare look at him now, and of course he’s focused on the road. He inches his hand higher until his fingers dance across your aching center. Your breath hitches in your throat when he starts to rub circles on your clit with his calloused fingers.

“You’re so wet for me hermosa, just watching me drive get you like this?”

You don’t answer him but you slowly spread your thighs wider to give him room. He groans at the gesture and moves your panties to the side to drag a finger slowly up and down, your slick now coating his hand. He stills his movement at your slight whimper and chances a glance in your direction. Your breathing has become ragged and he watches your chest rise quickly trying to calm yourself. Reluctantly he pulls his hand away but you watch as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth and liocks his finger.

He looks back at the road and says in the most sultry tone you’ve ever heard grace his lips.

“If I don’t pull over I’m going to crash this fucking car.”

You smile to yourself, you don’t have much of an ego but it’s erotic to know how much you turn him on by just wearing a dress. They all can be very simple that way, and sometimes you find yourself drunk on the power that knowledge holds.

He drives for a while and you think maybe he was just talking but you start to not recognize your surroundings. The beach long in your rear view has now turned into long leaf pine trees, the smell is intoxicating. He’s definitely taking the long way home and you don’t mind at all. Before you can get caught up in scenery you notice he’s pulled off the main road, he nestled the Jeep between some trees. Just enough cover you think for what he has planned.

Between the nearly illegal tint on the Jeep and the trees you have plenty of privacy, although at the moment you don’t really care with how keyed up you are just from his fingers. Something about them being a vet lets them evade the tickets they would normally get for the darker than limo tint on the windows.

He carefully takes the keys out of the ignition, still not looking at you and carefully sets them in the cup holder. He slides his seat back to give you room (you assume). A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Something you’re grateful for amongst all of them. They always make you feel comforted without speaking. Yyou can be yourself and just sit in the silence. Their presence is a blanket of protection that washes over you each and every day.

“Come here” he says in his low, husky tone. ,iIt’s not a question, but more of a command.

In less time than it takes you to blink you’re in his lap, your thighs on either side of his. You make quick work of his belt and he lifts you with him to slide his pants down. Each time you see his impressive length it takes your breath away. Frankie usually takes his time working you up but you’re already so wet you don’t want to waste anymore time, or risk getting caught. He gasps at the touch of your soft hand as you line yourself up to slide down his cock. The stretch has you both panting like you’ve run for miles. You rest your head against his broad chest, while he grips your waist as tight as he was holding the steering wheel just moments ago.

“Pleas-“ you both pant in unison. Which causes a chuckle from both of you. Neither of you know what you’re asking of the other. Is he asking you to move? Are you asking him to move?

Suddenly a sharp pain in your ribs has ripped you from your thoughts of Frankie and harshly thrust you back into reality, ( which you think you’re starting to lose your grip on).

“Earth to honey” Santi says in a sing-song tone.

You don’t normally mind that they call you by your call sign, it’s always sweet and endearing. Right now though, with the way Santi has interrupted your lewd thoughts not once but twice you want to break the finger that keeps poking you in the ribs.

Just as you’re about to give him a piece of your mind, you hear a loud groan from the driver’s seat.

“You good Fish?” Santi asks with concern for his best friend, the person he would do anything in the world for.

“Ya hermano it’s fine, it’s just my back is killing me and I’m ready to get home and lay out.”

You internally groan…well shit Frankie is off the list of victims. You would never disturb him on a night where he’s in pain. You all have been through the ringer between the service and your post service activities, and it’s definitely taken a toll on your bodies…some more than others.

You turn to look at Santi and resume your conversation about what his problem is with your ribs when suddenly it dawns on you.

He should’ve been your chosen victim from the start, he’s always so smug and you rarely get the chance to return the favor of him edging you for what can seem like hours. It usually doesn’t take much temptation from you to get him going.

You slowly start to slide your hand up his thigh, running your fingers along the seam of his tight jeans that always show off his great ass. You’re inching higher and without looking at you, you can tell he’s letting you as he slowly spreads his leg. You palm at his half hard cock through his jeans and you hear a low groan from somewhere deep in his throat.

You just want to tease him until you get home and then you can do with him what you want for as long as you deem necessary.

He adjusts his feet to give you more room and suddenly you hear a hiss come from him. You withdraw your hand immediately, fearing that you hurt him somehow.

“Did I hurt you?” You whisper into his ear so that the others can’t hear you.

“No carinño, it’s just my knees are killing me after last night,” he says apologetically.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you say out loud accidentally instead of in your head, like you meant to.

The look of shock and horror is etched onto Santi’s face and you just want the car to swallow you whole. You glance at Frankie in the rear view mirror and he has a look of concern and shock as well. You look to your right at Benny and the look of amusement is spread wide across his face. At least something good has come out of your outburst . It seems that the Benny you know and love is back and is loving the predicament you’ve most certainly got yourself into.

He crosses his arms and levels you with a grin and he just knows somehow where your thoughts have been this entire trip home.

“Care to share your thoughts with the class hermosa?” Frankie says slightly less concerned, now that he can see the embarrassment written across your face.

“No,no it’s fine….I’m fine, I’ll be okay “ you’re trying to convince yourself. “I just need a really cold shower.””. You say as you let your head drop onto Benny’s shoulder.

“Well we’re almost home, do you think you can survive until then? He asks now completely amused with this whole situation that he’s clearly missed because he’s been safely trying to get you all home.

Probably not, you think to yourself this time instead of saying it out loud.

Who could survive being surrounded by these four men who on any occasion you could have your way with yet tonight, as if it’s some horrible joke, you can’t have any of them. You start to think that you’re being a bit of a brat again, but you’re too far gone to care.

You feel like a fairytale gone horribly wrong, instead of Snow White and the seven dwarves it’s Honey and the four mercenaries. Mopey, Sleepy, Achey, and Breaky.

You’re now audibly laughing and concern washes over the car again.

“What did I miss, what’s so funny?” Will chimes in from the front seat, now wide awake.

“Nothing, I just think we broke her.” Santi states from beside you, careful to watch your movements for any sudden jabs to the rib. He thinks your laughter is a distraction to sneak attack him but you’ve long forgotten all about him interrupting your thoughts.

As Frankie turns the last corner onto your street, you silently resign to yourself.

You’ll just have to keep your own company tonight.

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It's You

Summary: You and Benny go waaay back.

A/N: Another one. (just came back and realized I left some sentences hanging I'm so sorry😢.)

Warnings: minor DNI 18+, smut, dry humping, p in v, adorable origin story.

Word Count: 3.5k

Looking out at the endless stretches of land you're reminded of bits of your childhood, spent with your mother’s parents. You remember a massive backyard with no fence like the one at home and a tire swing that never caught a break. The stink of outside caused your grandmother to tell you to shower before you sat at her dining table. From those early memories, it was your favorite place. But the summer you turned 9 the cracks in your family were too big to ignore, unbeknownst to you.

When your parents' divorce was finalized all you thought was that you’d get two of everything but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Your mom got remarried first promising a new beginning, except eventually, that meant without you. Her husband, Liam, was lovely enough but after you refused to call him ‘dad’ the exclusion began there. You spent more and more weeks with your dad under the guise of them needing time together. 

The announcement of your mother's pregnancy shocked you but you were happy to be a big sibling. Even though you spent more time with your dad it was explained to you they needed to set up for the baby. The tension between your mother and father was thick. He hated the way she was allowing her new husband to treat you like yesterday’s trash, seeing you cry after your mother denied you for the umpteenth time left your father feeling defeated. 

He knew how much you loved going to your grandparents, despite the divorce they maintained a good relationship. So he sucked it up and called his former mother-in-law to have a heart-to-heart. His hushed whispers didn’t stop you from eavesdropping.

“I just don’t know what to do, I can’t fill in for Monica and she can’t be bothered to care,” Your dad sighs. “I need her to have some normalcy and more than me to fall back on. I just don’t think I’m enough anymore.” Your father’s hidden grieves finally aired. 

“Baby you are doing the best you can, I’m sorry it’s been this bad. I don’t know what’s gotten into Monica but she's always welcome to stay with us, you too if you ever need to.” 

“She does love it up there.” Although you only hear your father’s side excitement thrums throughout you, and only one place makes you that happy.

“Mhmm can’t keep her overactive behind in the house.” Grandma's quip summons your father's deep chuckle thinking of the time spent at his former in-laws. “So it’s settled then bring her behind up here and she’ll be alright.” 

“Thank you.” In only two words anyone could feel genuine gratitude from your father. 

……….

Your heart beats a mile a minute as you pull up to your grandparent's house, It’s been longer than usual and you weren’t sure if they still wanted you around. Noticing your hesitance your dad gives you space and goes to get the bags out of the trunk. By the time he drags the last of them to the steps he sees you standing at the door. 

“You gonna let em’ know we’re here sweet pea?” He gently urges you with raised brows.

You raise your hand to ring the doorbell, listening to the wind chimes on the porch. Then you hear a flurry of steps come to the door, and both of your grandparents answer suspiciously. Once you’re in the house you can tell they are huddled together to hide something for you.

“Me and Nana talked and we know it can get a little lonely when you’re here with us geriatrics,” your grandmother swats him with a side glance. “This is someone we found to help with that.” 

A black kitten with doll-like eyes stares back at you, gently you approach the pet and feel their fur. You get an instant response as a smile slowly blossoms across your face. “What’s their name?” 

“We thought you could take care of naming him.” Your grandmother looks fondly upon you enjoying the kitten. 

“Ok, but I need to get to know him better first.” You decide before running up the stairs to your room yelling a “Thank you,” to everyone involved. 

Hours pass as you get to know your kitten. He’s not fond of outside but he’ll stay on the porch and watch you. He prefers to roam around in the same room as you rather than cuddle, not that you mind. Even though you don’t see him all the time you know he’s there, which was oddly comforting to you. 

After spending enough time holed in your room you come downstairs to bother your grandpa while he watches sports. Except you find two teenage-looking boys sitting in the living room with him. The older one, you assume, has longer hair like the men in your grandma's ‘special’ books. He’s got blue eyes that are glued to the screen like he’s getting paid. The younger one though, is already looking at you causing heat to flood your cheeks. You back up the way you came and head to where your grandmother is. 

“Nana who are those people on the couch with Grandpa?”

“Oh those are our new neighbor’s kids, They moved in the house a mile from here and they help out in exchange for dinner.” Your Nan lets out before adding, “Where’s your kitten sweet pea?”

“Sebastien’s taking a nap” you proudly tell her.

You saddle up next to her watching as she cooks and helping cut, albeit rather slowly, but she doesn’t seem to mind. The kitchen smells better than ever which attracts the three people dedicated to watching sports in the other room. The two boys enter the room and you busy yourself stirring the pot. 

“Do you want me and Benny to set the table ma’am?” The older one addresses your Nan.

“That would be great, thank you, William. Before I forget this is my granddaughter,” she gives your name before turning back to you. “This is William Miller,” she gestures toward the older one. “And this is his younger brother Benjamin Miller.” 

You manage to look at both of them with a small smile before going back to the pot. Once the dinner table is set the five of you sit down silently to eat, just the way you like it. Though you feel the stare of one particular person, you cast a glance at Benjamin who doesn’t bother looking away. You break first finishing your food and bringing it to the kitchen, Benny is right behind you with his plate. 

“You know it’s rude to stare.” You attempt to chastise him.

“Weren’t you staring at me and my brother earlier?” He grins knowing he caught you.

“No.” You decide to lie.

“If you say so, what do you do for fun here?” Benny's been bored since Will, him, and mom moved next door.

“I have a tire swing out back and there’s a creek not too far from here.” You hope he picks the tire swing, it’s more fun if someone pushes you.

“The creek sounds fun.” He muses.

“So does the tire swing.” You counter.

“We can do the tire swing when we get back.” He assures you.

“You promise?” Your eyes narrow in suspicion.

“Pinky.” He holds up his to solidify his word.

On your way out you tell your grandmother you’re showing Benny the creek, she warns you to be careful. Throughout the walk you come to find out Benjamin isn’t as quiet as you thought. He’s very talkative rattling over so many topics it’s almost hard to keep up. You don’t mind though it’s nice being around him. 

Benny follows your lead, so much so that when you stop abruptly he doesn’t have time to stop himself before barreling through you. The muffled grunt underneath him has Benjamin moving faster than usual. As Benny helps you emerge from the ground, he helps pick out leaves stuck in your hair. The death glare you send him has him primarily focusing on the back of your hair.

“Sorry, I should’ve been watching where I was going.” You roll your eyes but accept his apology no less. Luckily your clothes didn’t get mud on them.

“It’s fine.”

You begin moving to the edge to dip your feet in. Benjamin follows your lead, this time careful of your movements. “You know there’s a bunch of pretty pebbles at the bottom?” Benny cranes his neck to try and spot what you’re talking about. You inch towards him motioning straight down past the edge. “See all the green and blue ones?” You back up to let him get a better look. 

Benjamin’s hands are planted on the edge as he peers over, what he doesn’t expect is you hip-checking him into the water. The loud and humid air that once surrounded him turned into cool still water. Once he resurfaced and found you peering down at him with a cheeky grin, he couldn’t even be mad. 

“Now can we go back to swing?” Benny heaved himself out of the water, wringing his shirt out before trudging behind you. You practically skip the whole way to the backyard, surprised to find Will sitting on the porch. Upon seeing the both of you worse for wear he muffles a laugh. To make matters worse you look like you’re the one bossing him around on the swing.

When the Miller brothers walk home that night the squelching of Benny’s clothes has Will laughing the entire way home. 

………..

At present, you and Benny are celebrating his return from deployment. Even now over a decade later Benjamin and you were glued at the hip. You watch as he pours another shot out for you, this will be the 6th one. Just like the good old days, you two are getting shit-faced by the creek.

Throughout the years of you coming to stay with your grandparents, Benny would arrive before you did. The pair of you got close enough that he told you about his parent's divorce and how he hadn’t seen his dad as much. You hugged him and reiterated the words your dad told you ‘their loss’. After you told him about your mom he was ready to storm her house and demand an answer to her absence in your life. 

Sebastien and he got along well enough, Benny was always a little too excitable for him to be around. Benny had always had good looks but as the two of you got older, you couldn’t deny your growing attraction to him. His shoulders got broader, almost always stretching whatever shirt he was wearing. But his face chiseled out with facial hair, he had no idea what an ugly phase was. His hair was gorgeous and when he told you he was gonna have to chop it off for training you thought that was it. But no, his buzzcut enhances his face and makes you look into his eyes. 

“What are you gonna do?” You peer down at him lying on his back while you sit up gazing at the water.

“You remember when I told you I wanted to do MMA?” 

“So you wanna get the shit beat out of you for a living?” You were mostly jesting but a small part of you is worried. 

“Don’t worry, I’m a real professional,” He sits up and playfully punches the air in front of him. “C’mon I bet you can’t take me.” He stands up rousing you to play fight with him. 

“How many times do I have to push you in that water before I finally shut you up?” You finally take the shot that’s been sitting in front of you, standing with a little wobble to match his stance.

Benny stands nearly a foot above you, hunching his shoulders to somewhat meet your height. He rocks back and forth trying to figure out your next move.  You keep a distance in an effort to defend against his long arms, which he tries and fails to swat at you. You charge at him full speed to knock him over into the leaves. 

His arms circle your waist trapping you with him as he falls. When his big body hits the ground with a thud you laugh and try pushing off of him. But his arms don’t loosen, instead they slide down your waist and squeeze. Your breath momentarily stalls and you look into Benny’s eyes, his pupils blown with a thin blue outer layer. The smell of his Irish Spring soap encases you. 

“Benny?” You say his name like a question hoping he’ll clue you in.

“Sugar.” He responds lowering his pupils to your lips, the sudden transition causing you to lick your lips.

Benny groans low and you feel it through your hands on his chest. Your faces almost touch but neither of you make the first move. He nudges your nose before turning his head to press his lips to yours. Despite this being your first kiss with him you wanted more. Your body pressed into his, closing what little distance you had between you. His left-hand glides up your body to grab the back of your neck, keeping you there. 

You lick his bottom lip wanting to feel everything from him. Thinking you’re dominating the kiss, you eagerly lick into his mouth. Letting out all of your unabashed moans, Benny presses your hips to his groin needing to feel friction. You decide to pull back and sit up much to Benny’s dismay, the string of spit connecting you two brings a hazy look to his eye. You bring your knees up to either side of his hips, and before he can ask why you’re back on him.

Benny doesn’t give you the upper hand this time, his warm tongue sliding back into your mouth like it’s supposed to be there. You feel a pulse in your core that only gets more incessant with Benny exploring your mouth. You begin rocking your hips against his in an attempt to relieve the thrumming, but all it does is make you more needy. The kiss deteriorates since you can’t keep up with Benny’s mouth, not when your clit is rubbing against his zipper so deliciously.

“M’sorry it feels so good.” You let out before biting your lip to quiet the sounds. 

“Show me.” Benny raises his thumb to your lip to release it. “Lemme hear you.” 

Your eyes must be pitch black looking down at Benny while you hump him like a possessive dog. Benny’s hands find their way to your hips again, squeezing and pressing his bulge against your clit. He groans as you rub yourself against him faster, he loves the look of your scrunched-up face and pouty lips. 

“You feel what you do to me?” He asks you while staring at you intensely. 

“Fuck,” His mouth is hung open, letting out the prettiest moans just for you.

Another jolt of arousal heads straight down to your core, your panties are dripping. The wet spot on Benny’s pants from you grows, you would be embarrassed but your dignity left the moment his tongue went in your mouth. With your hands on his chest, you can feel the string within you about to snap. When you feel it snap your hips stutter and your hands find purchase on his biceps. Although your mouth is open you have no idea if you’re screaming or not, your hearing temporarily goes out. 

You both stare at each other with blown pupils and puffy lips. Unsure of how to proceed both of you remain unmoved, the surrounding nature seems to follow suit. Benny sits up placing his palms behind him to nudge your nose again. 

“I love you,” He pauses slightly “And not in a platonic way, I wanna marry you. I had a lot of time to think and all I thought about was you. I was counting the days to see you cause I missed you so bad. I mean we’re already halfway there.” 

Benny’s confession leaves your heart beating so rapidly that you think he hears it too. You suppose you two are more than halfway there. The friendship you share is something intimate, not in a friendly way either more like a married couple that’s been together decades and knows the other inside out.

“Is this your way of asking me on a date?” You stare at him, waiting for an answer. 

“Only if you say yes.” His eyes never leave yours, you can feel the warmth in his gaze. 

“Okay but only if you come back and spend the night with me.” You bargain, though you know he’ll say yes.

“I’m getting too old to shimmy up that tree?” He laughs at the memories of staying up all night talking. 

“We’ll go through the front if you promise to stay fucking quiet.” You pointedly tell him before pulling back from the intimate position you were in.

Standing up you adjust your pants trying to make sure there are no visible wet spots on you. Even though there are none Benny takes off his hoodie, handing it to you without a word. The walk back is surprisingly quiet but it’s not awkward, not when Benny’s eyes keep finding their way to you. The full moon illuminates the back porch of your Grandparents' place. With all the lights off you and Benny go around to the front quietly making your way up the creaky porch steps. 

Benny’s hands slide down your sides, hooking his fingers in your belt loops. You take it one step at a time so as to not chance waking anyone up. Your shadow follows your every step with his warm breath bearing down your neck. If you weren’t as professional as you were he would’ve tripped you up. Once safely in your room the breath you were holding releases itself. Sebastien’s head pops up from where he lays on your bed, more specifically your side of the bed. 

“I’m taking a shower you coming?” Without giving him a chance to answer you begin taking off your clothes on the way to the bathroom. 

Benny wastes no time pulling off his clothes and placing them in one pile before joining you. He gets in before the water’s scorching, the feeling of your hand gripping his bicep before you slip in has him making room for you. 

“Benny it’s freezing,” You shiver while gripping his biceps harder.

“Sugar it’s 90 degrees outside why do you even want hot water.” He’s just as confused as you.

“Because it isn’t 1800 we have air conditioning now.” You gently move Benny to the side, and he lets you get closer to the now steaming water. 

With you in front, you take advantage of the hot water beating against your skin. When you turn around to face Benny again he rushes you into a heated kiss, his soft lips melting against yours. His hands cup your ass sending your hips straight into his. Benny backs you against the tile before lifting you. 

“This what you want?” You don’t answer Benny with words instead grabbing the back of his neck to bring his lips to yours. 

He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly sinking himself inside you. The groan he lets out vibrates against your chest. Benny’s cock stretches you in the most delicious way, you can no longer focus on the kiss and throw your head back against the tile. Benny takes the time to focus on your neck, licking and sucking on your sensitive spots to loosen you up for him. 

“You’re perfect,” His sudden declaration has you clenching down on him. Benny’s hips begin to speed up, frantically humping into your own. The sound of your pussy keeping up with Benny was drowned out by the water. “Look at me,” Benny demands of you while his hips drive into you. 

When your eyes meet his, he tells you, “I love you.”

With your mouth hanging open you return the sentiment, your hips driving into his on pure instinct. Benny’s hands grip your hips in a way that will bruise tomorrow but right now he can’t bring himself to care. He places his focus on the way your tits bounce every time he connects his hips to yours. Before he can warn you, ropes of cum shoot out deep inside your pussy. The rocking of his hips slows until you're both panting against one another.

Benny releases you to the ground but keeps his hands on you knowing you’ll need some assistance. He takes your washcloth and douses it in whatever scented body soap you have on your shelf. He rubs it thoroughly throughout your body creating suds that make your body even more inviting. He’s gentle while cleaning up the mess he made. Once you’re finished he quickly washes himself before dragging the both of you out.

Your eyes are barely open while he puts one of his shirts on you. He travels over to the drawer dedicated to him, pulling out a pair of boxers to sleep in. As he slides in bed behind you he kisses your neck before wrapping an arm around you. 

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[rhoorl]

Are You On Mute | Part Two

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader

Word Count: 3k Part 1 | Part 2 AO3 Link

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Summary: These two are back again but this time the tables are turned.

Warning: Smut, with some plot? Established relationship. Oral (m receiving), unprotected P in V (practice safe sex IRL), Benny Miller comes with his own warning. Blink and you'll miss a Papi reference (I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me). A/N: I had thots, this is what came from them. I have also only read through this once and am deciding to post it so I’m going to go crawl in a hole and hope it sounds coherent. K love you byeeee

“Babe, I’m going to be late,” you giggle as Benny comes up behind you, pressing you into the bathroom counter. He wraps his arms around your waist and nibbles your ear, his stubble lightly scratching against your skin. You tilt your head exposing more of your neck, inviting him to trail kisses down, which he eagerly does. 

“Say there’s traffic,” his mouth barely leaves your throat as he starts to snake his hand up to pull on the zipper at the front of your blouse.

“Uh uh,” you grab his hand, turning around in his arms. “We can’t babe, I can’t be late today, I have to interview someone first thing.”

Today was one of your most dreaded days of the week, an in-office day. Although most days were busy, the days you were in the office were ratcheted up a level. Everyone wanted to take advantage of being in person to meet or chit-chat. And today was no exception with several people from your New York office in town for the week. On top of that, you were interviewing for an assistant. After several rounds, you think you finally found the one. You blocked off your calendar first thing so you had time to review their resume once.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, your menace of a boyfriend had caused you to run behind and rush through getting ready this morning. You already knew he would be in a mood to see you all dressed up for work, so you set your alarm a little extra early to account for some morning activities – which took place on your bed and on the bathroom counter. Now, as you’re putting on the final touches of your makeup, it appears he’s trying for round three. 

“You’re in super boss lady mode today, babe, I can’t help myself,” he pushes out his bottom lip in a pout and lays it on thick with some puppy dog eyes to boot. 

You playfully roll your eyes and pop up on your tip toes to give him a kiss, “I have to finish getting ready, you’ve distracted me enough.” You give one more kiss and turn on your heels to grab your blazer out of the closet along with your heels. His breath hitches when he sees the heels you picked out, remembering the last time you wore them … for him.

“Fuck. You're wearing those?” He follows you down the hall. 

“Oh, these?” You innocently dangle them in front of you. “I think they match my outfit, don't you think?” You give a little wiggle as you do a turn for him.

He closes the distance between you, walking you against the wall, pressing himself against you. “You know what you're fuck me heels do to me,” he growls in your ear, sending a delicious tingle down your spine. 

“I know, Papi, that's why I'm wearing them,” you whisper in his ear, biting it, before moving out of his grasp and down to the kitchen with a smirk. 

He's left there resting his head against the wall, “Goddamn, I’m marrying her,” he says to himself before pushing himself off the wall. He trails you like a lost puppy, while you skitter about getting your bag together and packing a few snacks. 

“You gonna be home today?” You look over your shoulder as you pour some coffee into a travel mug.

He sighs, realizing you’re very much serious about having to leave. “Uh, yeah. I’m gonna go to the gym soon after you leave and then we have a couple of calls for some new clients.”

“Oh yeah, you all have that big one today, right?” You turn to see him nod as he throws his hair in a bun, that menace. “That would be so awesome if you guys got it, babe.”

“Yeah, it’d be the biggest yet for sure.”

“What time’s your call?”

“Uh, not sure, Will has it all on his calendar, he just tells me when to dial in,” he smiles as you shake your head. 

“You have a shitty memory, Benny Miller.” You wrap your arms around his waist and give him another kiss.

“Except about you, I remember everything about my girl.” His kiss is more urgent, his grip on your waist tightening as you open your mouth and let his tongue start to explore. You can’t help the moan that comes out as you press yourself closer to him.

Behind you, Will clears his throat, causing you to jump a bit. You laugh into Benny’s chest as he brings one of his large hands to cup the back of your head, cradling you against him. You're embarrassed that his brother has once again caught you two.

“Sorry to interrupt.” You can hear the smirk in Will’s voice as he walks into the kitchen.

“H-hey, Will, I was ah just about to go,” you secure the lid of your travel mug and slip on your heels, seeing Benny tense up a bit at the sight of you all dressed up. 

“Have a good day! Love you, baby,” Benny calls after you as you hurry out the door.

“Love you too!” you yell back as you close the door. “Good luck today!”

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The morning has gone by painfully slow. Your interview, however, was the one bright spot. The candidate was amazing and you already told HR to make the offer quickly so you don't lose them. You're checking emails before heading to your next meeting when your phone buzzes.

Benny: I miss you

You: Aw bun, I miss you too. How was the gym?

Benny: Pretty good, my second favorite way to get sweaty 😉

You bite your lower lip, shaking your head. He knows what he's doing. As you try and think of a witty response you get another text. A mirror selfie from the gym locker room. He’s got his black basketball shorts on with no shirt and his sweaty hair half up in a bun. You press your thighs together, remembering how it felt to run your hands through his hair this morning.

You: It’s not fair to send me that while I’m at work.

Benny: I don’t know what you mean. 😇

You roll your eyes when an idea pops into your head. Well, two can play that game. 

You quickly get up to close your office door, locking it for good measure, and head back to your desk. You undo the zipper at the front of your blouse down to where your bra is visible – the lacy blue one that Benny loves so much. 

Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath you lean back in your chair, propping your legs up on your desk and crossing your ankles. You hitch your skirt up a little bit too. It was tricky to try and angle it so he could see both your chest and your legs but you managed.

You take a few shots and look through them, trying to not nitpick how you look. You know Benny is going to be beside himself when he gets this photo since it’s your first time doing something like this from the office. It was easier to surprise him with a sexy photo or video when you were working from home. Zipping your blouse back up and straightening your skirt, you pick a photo and send it to him and then put your phone face down on your desk and head out.

_______________________

You come back from your meeting and smile when you see you have several texts from Benny. 

Benny: Holy shit. What did I do to deserve that?

Benny: You look sexy as fuck. Can’t I be your assistant?

Benny: How am I supposed to concentrate now?

Then, your mouth goes dry when the latest one comes in. 

Benny: Fuck, look what you did. Wish you were here to take care of me…

He sends you a photo of himself sitting on the couch, and you let out a shaky breath seeing how hard his dick is through his shorts.

“Hey, we're all going to T Flats for lunch, wanna come?” Renee pops into your office startling you.

“Ah, n-no, I gotta run home real quick. Family stuff, something ah, came up,” you let out a nervous laugh. “But, next week I'll definitely go with you all!”

“Suit yourself, more tacos for the rest of us!”

As soon as she leaves you grab your purse and rush out.

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Will’s Jeep is gone when you arrive at the house, but Benny’s car is there. You can only assume Will decided to go into the office for these calls. Well, you know why he takes every opportunity to be there, it was a day Miranda was in the office. You make a point to ask Benny about that later, but for now, you are on a mission and he is your target.

You hear his low voice coming from the bedroom as soon as you walk in. Since he left the door open, he can see you coming down the hallway. He sits up with a smirk, tilting his head and arching his eyebrows as you take off your blazer and leave it in the hallway.

You run your tongue along your bottom lip as you undo the zipper of your blouse stopping just under your bra as you lean against the door frame. He looks a bit dumbfounded to see you and fumbles with his phone, putting it on speaker before placing it on the nightstand and rushing over to you

“Are you on mute?” you raise your eyebrows, hands on your hips.

“Yes ma’am, I am,” he kisses you, one hand reaching for your ass and the other cupping your face. It's urgent but soft and caring at the same time.

You pull back, “Well, I don’t want to distract you while you’re on your call,” you tut, feigning an innocent look.

“Please fucking distract me, babe. Fuck you look so good…so beautiful,” he kisses you again, running his hand down your side.

“Who’s this call with?”

“Just the guys, we got the job, babe!” He smiles into your kiss.

You pull back, beaming, “What? That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, they loved my idea and they want us to start as soon as we can, so Will is trying to sort out the schedule.”

“Mmm, well, I think some congratulations are in order then,” you wink, taking him by the hand and leading him back towards the bed. “Sit down.”

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he nods and gets on the bed. From the phone on the nightstand, you hear Santiago going on and on about who knows what, with Will chiming in occasionally.

You go to slip your shoes off and he stops you. “I don't know what you've got planned in that pretty head of yours, but the heels stay on,” he says a bit more firmly, causing the slick to start to pool between your legs. 

The bed dips as you rest on your knee next to Benny’s hip before swinging your other leg over to straddle him. He’s grinning ear to ear and you can start to feel him get hard.

You lean forward, kissing along his chin over to his ear where you whisper, “I’ve been thinking about you all morning.”

His grip on your thighs tightens as you move down to his neck, sucking lightly against where his neck meets his shoulder. You press against his chest so he lays all the way down as you trail kisses down over his T-shirt until you reach his waist, pausing to look up at him through your eyelashes. He smirks and lets out a shaky breath as you start to move his shirt up with your teeth.

“S-shit, baby.” He whimpers as you run your tongue up his abs, tracing the ridges of his lean stomach muscles. “What’d I do you deserve this?”

You move further up towards his chest and start to swirl around his nipple just as you hear, “Ben? Ben you there?”

“Fuck,” he says, scrambling to get the phone from the nightstand and flipping himself off mute. “Ah, s-sorry, yea, ha sorry, I couldn’t find the damn mute button,” he winks at you. 

It’s Frankie asking him something but you aren’t paying attention. Benny responds to Frankie’s question and you hesitate about whether or not to stop, you’re looking at him with a soft smile. He gets so excited and so passionate talking about this stuff, and it frankly turns you on more than it should given the topic. 

He’s trying to avoid your gaze as he talks, but he can’t stop touching you. He runs his hand up and down your thigh, before stopping to thread his fingers through yours. He pulls your hand up to his face, placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist as Santiago asks a question. 

You decide to tease him a little by starting to slowly grind against him. It feels good, but you know it’s going to feel a lot better once you can get his pants off. Remembering how he’s distracted you at work before too, you decide to give him a little payback. You lay him back on the bed, undo the rest of your zipper, and take off your shirt, throwing it on the side of the bed. 

His breath hitches as he sees your bra. Your skirt has bunched up at this point and you move off the bed to slip it off. His eyes follow you as you get up and slowly let the skirt fall to the floor. His eyes bulge as he sees the matching panties you have on. You do a little turn just to make sure he gets a full view of everything.

“Baby, Jesus Christ, you’re killing me,” he laughs.

“Babe, are you muted?”

“Yeah, look,” he shows you the phone, the mute button turned on.

“Good,” you give him a devilish smirk before you climb back on top of him. “How much longer do you have for your call?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, hopin’ Pope shuts up soon so I can fuck my girl,” he laughs, his hands coming back to your waist, moving down to feel the silk of your panties as you straddle him again. He closes his eyes, steadying his breath as he clears his throat hearing his name called again to answer a question. 

As he’s talking, you tease him again, bringing your hands behind your back to undo the clasp of your bra. You hold the material in front of you, looking down at Benny who’s biting his lip. He takes a deep breath and continues talking so you decide to slowly move your bra down your front. He goes to sit up and you push his chest back down shaking your head. 

You can tell he’s getting frustrated by the incessant follow-ups, all he wants to do is end this call. He’s balling up his fist, bucking up against you out of instinct which makes a giggle escape as you cover your mouth, your eyes going wide.

“What was that?” You hear Will ask. 

“No-nothing, I didn’t hear anything,” Benny manages to say as he covers his mouth, trying not to laugh. 

Pope chimes in with another question and you move off the bed onto your knees so you can pull Benny’s shorts down. He springs free and your mouth starts to water as you kiss up his thigh.

The conversation on the phone has moved on to something about scheduling or invoices or something, you hear Will dominating the conversation. Benny puts the phone back on mute, tosses it somewhere on the bed, and pushes himself up on his elbows to look at you.

“You look so pretty,” he presses up further, cupping your face and bringing you up to kiss him.

“Lay back, Ben. Let me take care of you.”

He does as you say and you lightly use your thumb and forefinger to grasp around his length as you take his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the slit, collecting what’s waiting for you. Benny lets out a shaky breath and you look up at him as you relax your throat and take him all the way down to the base which elicits a groan. You guide him in and out of your mouth, your hand there to help give a little extra pressure just the way he likes it. 

His hips buck up into your mouth and you hear his whimpers as he tells you how beautiful you look and praises you for how good you’re making him feel. You smile as you continue taking him in and out, moans coming out from the depths of your throat.

“I need to feel you, baby,” he rasps. 

You pull him all the way out with a loud pop and shuffle up to take your underwear off. He grabs your wrists and shakes his head, “No time, just here,” he pulls you up, moving your underwear to the side and guiding you down onto him. You both let out groans that sound sinful as he rests his head back on the bed.

You start to grind, leaning forward over him, an angle you preferred because not only did his dick feel amazing, but he was able to play with your breasts too. He takes one in his mouth, teasing your nipple with the flick of his tongue as the other alternates between gentle kneading and a more forceful grasp. 

“I’m not going to last long baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he manages despite his labored breathing. “You close?” 

You bring your forehead against his and nod, “Yeah, I, ah, yeah.”

In a move that happens quickly, he flips you onto your back and starts to thrust harder.

“Ben? Goddammit, what the fuck is up with you?” Pope chastizes.

The phone is just above your head and you grab it and unmute.

“Sorry, B-Ben, is a little busy right now boys. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

You hang up the phone and Benny stills, his mouth hanging open wide in shock at what you did. “Holy fucking shit, that was amazing.”

“Where were we? I need to get back to work.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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[giowritess]

fortnight | masterlist.

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford] summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | swearing, smut, fluff, angst, two idiots who love each other but refuse to say a thing, fake dating. yn is rarely mentioned. word count | 4k author's note | on-going mini series. smut is marked with a ♡. do not copy or translate my work. main masterlist

fortnight

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six

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[romanarose]

Awakened: Part One (Getting Started)

Santiago Garcia X reader X Benny Miller X Frankie Morales X Benny Miller

Takes place after Prelude: This better not awaken anything in me

Part 2 here

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Summary: Santi discusses things with the guys, everyone is in. Group sex insues

WARNINGS: Okay. group sexual activity. IDK how to tag this but Ben and Will are brothers and they are gonna be naked fucking the same girl, but explicitly doing things to keep separate. Fingerings, handjobs, uuuuhhhh gay shit, bisexual Benny Miller, Bisexual Frankie Morales, Santi tbd we'll have to see next chapter

A/N: gonna have to be part three bc this went on forever lol

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Ah, the duality of man. A few nights ago, Santiago Garcia had you face down, ass up, being shoved into the matress as he fucked you so hard you were sure you’re guts were being rearranged. Last night he edged you for nearly an hour when he roughly ate you, not allowing you to come until you said you wanted to be fucked in every hole by his 3 best friends. Tonight? Tonight he had carried you from you were falling asleep watching Pride and Prejudice (again), laid you down on his soft bed, coaxed 2 orgasms out of you with his mouth on your clit and a fingers in your ass and cunt. He was taking his time now, body encasing yours as you writhed beneath him, the slow drag of his cock through your channel as he explored your mouth and neck having you close to coming a third time.

Santi always tried to make sure to do this, to balance out the rough sex with the soft, passionate; he knew he could easily get you off either way. Santi watched your body reacting beneath him, pulling away only long enough to smile at your pretty face, then going back to sucking hickies into your skin. He always took care of you, he was the king of after care. As Santi felt your soft skin, sliding a hand under your ass, caressing it instead of hitting it. He wanted to give you a little rest, as much as you said you could take it. He knew you could, he knew you’d do anything to please him, but that’s why his job was to watch out for you. It was his job to make sure you are comfortable and feel safe, it’s his job to allow you to be able to communicate your needs, and it’s his job to stop if he feels you’re too far into subspace to make proper choices for yourself. 

Santiago just wanted to take care of you. So he always made sure to take his time for nights like this, nights where he just appreciated you and your body, nights where he just wanted to thank you for being you. Of course, then there was the fact you were going to get fucked senseless by the men he considered brothers while he watched. Pope thought you needed a break before that.

Will choked on his beer.

Frankie’s eyes bugged out.

Benny was grinning.

Theres no easy way to ask your friends if they want to have group sex with your wife. Santi had just gone for it. 

“Like… all of us?” Fish asked. “Have you guys even had a threesome before?”

Benny chimed in. “If you guys are looking to start there, I volunteer”

Will rolled his eyes.

Santi ignored that, answering Frankie. “I mean yeah, she has three holes, doesn’t she?”

“Jesus Christ…” Will muttered, never a fan of being crass and chugging his beer until it completely disappeared. “Where does that leave you then Pope?”

“Watching.” He smiled. “Making sure she’s okay and everyone is good.”

“Awwwww” Benny teased, poking Santi’s cheek. “You gonna be my soft daddy dom?”

Santi smacked his hand away. “I’m not gonna be shit if you keep acting like that, pendejo”

“Oooohhh, getting started already” Benny laughed, before smacking his hands together, a wide smile on his face. “Well, I’m in”

Santi smiled. He knew Benny would be raring to go. Fish would act apprehensive, but he’d seen the way he looked at you in that sundress last week. Will would be apprehensive. He hadn’t done anything like this as far as Santi knew, but he had tried and failed to hide his erection at the beach trip, and the two of you had grown rather attached. Santi had, in fact, heard you moan Will name in your sleep last month, and rather than feeling jealous, made Santi rock fucking hard, waking you up to fuck you to the thought of Will inside you.

“Frankie?” Santi asked, looking over his glass.

Frankie considered for a moment, glancing at Ben who was nodding, hoping his threesome counterpart would say yes. “Yeah, I’m in ”

Everyone turned to Will, who looked back and forth between the three of them. “You know Pope, the last time you gathered all of us for a mission we agreed to, one of us ended up dead” He said straight faced.

Benny snorted out a laugh he tried to stifle, Frankie covered his smile with a hand, and Santi made the peak ‘white people face’ at Will’s dark joke.

“Fuck it, if I’m going to die, it might as well be between her legs, I’m in.” Will replied with a smile”

“FUCK YEAH!” Ben cheered, ordering a round of shots.

“No pussy/ass action with Ben and I” He asserted over the guys whoops. ‘I’m not touching his dick“

The guys discussed the, admittedly, very limited rules in addition to Will and Benny’s. Santi relayed the rule he had discussed with you. Spanking, hitting, slapping was all more than okay. You requested no one but Santi to choke you. Spitting was okay but not in the mouth. Frankie wouldn’t do any hitting, and Santi requested nothing that left a mark (hard slapping, hickies, bites, etc. Only he got to mark you.) They all had even gone over the very unsexy stuff, like agreeing to STD and covid tests beforehand, Santi would have plenty of lube, and although condoms weren’t required by you or Santi, they would be on hand for anyone's comfort levels.

“Everyone said yes,” Santi whispered in your ear, feeling you clench around him at the mere thought.

“Even Will?” you pant out, even though Santi is taking it easy on you today, his throbbing member continues to fuck you breathless.

“Mhm” Santi continues kissing you. “I know he’s your favorite”

“They’re all my favorite”

 He hitched a leg around his waist, hitting deeper as he picked up pace. “I thought I was your favorite, Carino”

“Mmmm AHH, fuck, shit Santi” You cry out before regraining your composure. “You’re in the top”

That makes Santi giggle, grinning at you as if he wasn’t balls deep inside. “Do I at least outrank Tom?”

“Your dead friend I never met?” You pretend to consider for a moment. “Yes, but you’re on thin ice”

“Good” Santi sucks hard on your neck, marking you as his. “Wouldn’t have let him touch you anyway. Now, I want you to come for me baby, can you do that?”

“Yes, daddy” You wrap your legs around him, ankles digging into his lower back as you feel his balls smack against your ass. His hand massages your breast, causing you to spill over, cunt tightening to draw out his own orgasm.

“Fuck baby” He breaths out, collapsing on top of you. He moves to roll off, but you hold onto him, loving the feeling of his full weight on you and his cock buried inside your warmths.

“Can we stay like this for a bit?” You ask, rubbing his neck and shoulders. 

“Of course, how could I ever say no to staying this close?” The two of you continued to kiss languidly, enjoying the lazy evening together, just kissing, touching, feelings, existing in each others presence. After a while, however, Santi kissed your forehead, sliding out of you and you felt his cum begin to leak out. “As much as I love this, you should probably use the bathroom before we fall asleep, don’t want you getting a UTI”

You groan like a disgruntled teenager, but roll off the bed and hobble to the connected bathroom, cleaning yourself off and brushing your teeth before coming back to bed, finding Santi walking back in with a cup of camomile tea. He let you get settled in bed with one of his shirts and a pair of Jurassic Park boxers you stole from him months ago after gently teasing him, then handed the warm mug to you before climbing into bed with you. “The guys are coming over for the game tomorrow” he said. “I don’t know how someone exactly starts a gang bang-”

“Ew!” You smack his arm with no real malice. “Don’t call it that!” You chuckle out with a cringe.

Santi laughed, a little snort as he crinkled up his face. “Why not? It’s what it is”

“Can’t we just call it an orgy?” 

“I mean, we could, but I think orgies are more of multiple sexual acts at once. Benny’s not sticking his dick in my ass, as much as he might want too.”

You laugh at that, but continue, shaking your head. “Don’t like it. Makes me feel like I’m just being used. That’s not what I want.”

Santi kissed the side of your head. “No, no that’s not what we want either, sweetheart. We want to take care of you.”

There’s no way to initiate group without a bit of awkwardness. The game had ended, and everyone had hung around afterwards, thank god. Santi knew better than to try to interrupt a game. Benny would be gung-ho, but Will could be right next to him and you fucking on the couch, and yell at you two to keep it down so he could hear the commentary. Only thing to do was just start. You were sitting on his lap at the end of the couch, Benny in the middle and Frankie on the end, Will on the recliner. Santi let his hand wander; over your stomach, your side, and slipped up to grope your breasts, making you grasp and initially look at Santi with shock, before you remembered oh yeah, that. 

“Oh fuck…” Benny muttered as he took notice of Santi putting his hands down your shorts as he kissed you. You focused on Santi, closing your eyes and tasting his lips. You still wanted this, you were just nervous for his friends to see you like this, and you knew Santi would ease you into it. For right now, you kissed Santi like you normally would, aware of the eyes on you. Santiago began slowly fingering you.

“Benny, you wanna take her shorts off?” Santi offered.

Frankie got up to stand on the other side of the couch, playing with your hair and stroking your face as Benny’s fingers trailed around your waistband, warm fingers skimming your skin as he asked for permission. You break away from Santi’s lips to smile at him and nod. Benny grins back, slipped down your shorts and muttering curses as he spread your legs open, dripping wet. “Fuck, sweetie” Benny glanced over at a nervous Will on the chair “You see that? She’s fucking soaked already”

Your eyes connected with Will’s piercing blues, the desire in him evident, but unsure how to proceed. You briefly think you should’ve started with just Will, since Benny and Frankie had experience with this already, but you had wanted them all so badly… Your breath hitched as you feel Benny’s fingers at your entrance. “May I?” he asks for your consent. This is the first person who will have been inside you other than your fingers and Santi in years, so you check with your husband once more time and you’re laying in his arms. Receiving a smile, you turn to Ben and give him a breathy “yeah”

Benny groans as he slides into you, the velvet of you welcoming him. “God baby…, shit” His fingers are longer than Santi’s, reaching further but curling in when he finds that spot that makes you jolt. Frankie turns you to him, Sant’s hand supporting your neck as you writhe in his lap, and you open your mouth to kiss your husband's best friend.

Frankie kisses slow, his mouth opening wide and wet to eat you alive, a soul consuming kiss before he pulls away to watch Santi’s hand on your breasts and Benny’s fingers inside you. “Doing so good, muñeca” Frankie praises. “Can’t wait to see how good you take my cock, pretty girl”

You preen for him, chasing his mouth for more kisses as Benny and Santi’s hands build you up. You lock eyes with Will again, right as the coil in your stomach is tightening, and you know what you want. You’re nervous, you don’t want to reject the others, you aren’t rejecting them. You want them too, but first, you need Will to join. You know Benny cares more about your needs and comfort than his own wants, so you gently push his hand out of you and he pulls back. “Will?” You say, his eyes widening and lips parting. “Wanna taste me?”

For a moment, he was too stunned to speak. He had hardly been able to believe this was happening; the amount of times he had jerked himself off to the thought of you, only to find himself ridden with shame… You were unavailable, surely, he thought you’d be disgusted at being sexualized by him, your husband's friend, no less. And yet, here you were, all laid out in front of him, in the arms of Frankie and his brother, and he couldn’t make himself move. Until, that is, you beckoned him. After a brief pause, he practically scrambles off the chair, as Santi lifts you up and into Benny’s arms. Benny places you between his legs, stripping off your shirt and his, leaving you completely bare. You barely registered Santi and Fish switching, Santi moving behind you on the couch, keeping a watchful eye on everyone particularly you. Frankie stripped off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers, his erection painfully hard, but free from the tight constraint of jeans.

Will knelt before you, gazing up at you like you were a goddess, begging for your blessing. You carded your fingers through his hair, then pulled him close, encouraging him that yes, it’s okay, touch me, taste me, feel me. And god, did he. Like a man starved, Will Miller devoured the meal in front of him, putting two fingers inside you as he licked and sucked, his lips practically inhaling you. This is why they call it eating pussy. You whine for him, Benny’s hands were all over you, massaging and groping and just basking in you, lips pressing kissing into your neck and hair as you sat between his long legs, still covered in jeans, remembering Santi’s no marking rule. You feel him lick a long strip over the line of hickies Santi left on you earlier, a primal claim to his territory for the night, with out encroaching on Santi’s lasting hold. 

“So responsive, making those pretty little sounds“ Benny purrs in your ears, his breath hot on your neck.

When Frankie leaned over to suck on your breasts, you could feel his length pressed against your thigh and decide to give him some relief as fresh gush of wetness flowed to Will’s face, making you pant as he continued tongue fucking you like it was his fucking job. You pull Frankies length out of his boxers and- jesus fucking christ he was big, how is that suppossed to fit? Undeterred, you spit into your hand and begin jerking him and you near your climax again, gentle moans escaping your mouth as your body chased their touches.

“Mierda, Pope, you’ve been holding out on us” Frankie gasped, doing his best to keep working you as you ran your hand along him. 

Santi crossed the couch, eyeing you with a smile. He’d get himself off, jerk off near the end after edging himself the whole time, but for now he was watching, keeping careful track of your body language, and glancing at his friends, making sure everything is going as planned.

“How you feeling baby?” He asks, watching Benny and Frankies arms ravishing you as you spread yourself for Will. God, you were a sight.

“Great, c’mere?” You beckon him to the couch, and he obliges, gently caressing your face as he kisses you, then turns to watch Will continue to lick into your folds, face growing wetter by the second as you neared your edge. 

Santi trailed his fingertips down your bare front, making you shiver before he startled circling your clit while Will nips and sucked and shoved his tongue and fingers impossibly deep inside you, strong arms lifting your ass, tilting you to him so he can drink you up. You can feel Benny’s erection proding against your lower back and ass, he practically whimpers as your body wriggles in his arms at a particular combination of Will’s fingers and tongue. Santi’s fingers explored your center, allowing Will access wherever he needed to work his magic. Word on the street was that William John Miller is a pussy eating champ. He tried to work his way around you without getting in Will’s way, but Will just went for it, whether or not his fingers were in the way, and Santi could only admit to himself he liked the way it felt. 

Benny’s fingers, however, had found your mouth, starting with two, allowing your tongue to swirl around, giving a taste of what it can do before putting all four in. Your mouth spread to take him all, and he pumped in and out sloppily, Benny groaning at the feeling. “Can’t wait to see what that pretty little mouth feels like around my cock baby” He adds his thumb, and you aren’t sure how long you and take it

Frankie chimes in “You gonna take him in your mouth baby? Let him fuck your throat while your husband watches, muñeca?”

You hear Santi and press harder onto your clit.

All you can manage is a muffled. ‘Mhm’ with Benny’s hand causing you to drool down your chin.

“Gonna let us fill you up, pretty girl? Stuff you ful of our cocks, while Pope fists himself, wishing it were him inside you?” He kissed your spit covered neck. “Gonna treat you so good, pretty little thing, gonna stretch you out so good you’ll always need two dicks inside you just to feel full enough again.” Frankie kissed the corner of your stretched open mouth, licking Benny’s finger pumping in and out of you.

You were almost there. So fucking close, but between the tightening feeling in your lower stomach and Benny fisting your mouth, breathing is becoming difficult. Santi must have noticed you attempted to get air and the tears starting to water..

“Ben…” he warns, and Benny’s hands are removed from your mouth. Santi takes out the chapstick he always keeps in his pocket, applying it to your stretched out lips and giving you a kiss as you gasped for breath. “Good job baby, you’re doing so good.”

Benny took his wet hand, joining it with yours and wrapping it around Frankies cock, pumping it with you. “You ready, baby?”

“Uh-uh” You whimper out, barely able to hold it back.

“Come for us, baby, wanna feel your body when you come on Will’s face.”

Will’s eyes flick up at that, glancing to Ben but landing on you. That was all you needed. With the hands and lips of the four men you love, albeit in different ways, your body wracked with an orgasm as the coil finally snapped.

“Will!” You cry out before all thoughts become incoherent, your mouth a mess of babbling and moans.

 You can register Benny’s arms wrapped around you, keeping you from falling off the couch, Frankie kissing your neck and breasts, Santi holding your head to keep it from hitting Ben’s while you tossed, whispering praises as drinks every last drop, prolonging your orgasm with every flick of his tongue.

When you come down, Frankies come is on yours and Benny’s hands, unable to hold back his own release as he watched you thrash in one Miller’s arms, coming on the other Miller's face.

Happy with his work, Will sat back, a satisfied grin on his cum soaked face, making him look significantly younger. “Fucking amazing.”

Benny hums in affirmation as he kisses into your hair. “You sound so pretty when you come, honey” He brings brings his hand to his mouth, licking it clean, muttering to Frankie about how good he tastes, and Will climbs his way up to you, “I could say the same thing about you, sweetness. See for yourself.” you tasted yourself on his god, he was right. He sunk back down on his knees before you, hands rubbing up and down your legs, feeling your soft skin as he gazed at your in adoration.

Still panting, you feel Santi’s hand on yours, drawing it to his mouth, large brown eyes on you as his skillful tongue licks it clean of Frankies spend. Well that was an interesting turn. When he was done, Santiago kissed hickey into your neck as a show of dominance, marking his property, making sure they all knew no matter what happened next, you were his.

“You did great sweetheart, I’m so proud of you” he planted soft kisses all around your face, so fluttering that you giggled as Benny rubbed your arms, confirming the compliments Santi powered upon the skin he kissed. “Always so good to me, such a good, girl, so fucking beautiful. Pretty baby takes care of me, takes care of my friends.” A kiss on the cheek. “Do you want to keep going, baby? Or was that enough?” Santi checked in before continuing anything else. Brain still whirling, you were trying to make the ‘yes’ come from your brain to your mouth.

You felt Benny’s lips brush against your neck. “We can stop, we don’t have to keep going if you’re having second thoughts”

Will squeezed at your ankles. “That was everything I dreamed of, Sweetness, it’s okay if you want to back out.”

Frankie grabbed a throw blanket that was draped over the couch, covering your front. “Well, I got off, so I’m good” He joked, chuckling a bit before planting a kiss on cheek. “But seriously, Muñeca, you-”

“Guys” you cut him off with a laugh, looking around at Santi, Will and Frankie, and reaching back to caress Benny’s softly stubbled face. ”I appreciate you all reassuring me, but after an orgasm like that, I’m going to need to catch my breath” You turn to Santi’s kind, smiling face. “I want to keep going”

Santiago Garcia grinned ear to ear. He turn to Frankie “Fish?”

“Give me a few minuets and I’ll be ready for round two” he half bragged

“Ben?”

Benny brushed your hair to one side, smelling your shampoo “How could I ever say no to the chance to touch her?”

“Ironhead?”

Will looked up at Santi with a cheeky grin “Well someones gotta get on their knees for her, your busted ass knees wouldn’t be able to get back up.” Will crawled his way but up to you, kissing your pretty lips as he pulled you to stand up with him, Benny, Frankie and Pope taking the chance to look at your ass.

“FUCK YYEEAHH!!” Benny stood up, scrambling off to where he knew Santi’s room was, nearly tripping as he tried to kick off his pants

Frankie quickly followed with a trail of “WOOP!”’s, yelping as he hit his hip on the counter when he tried to strip off his shirt, the clothe briefly blinding him.

Santi stood up, smacking your bare as as you stood in Will’s arms “I’ll give you two lovebirds a minuet“ he winked, knowing damn well he was the only one you loved.

You look up to Will, taking a moment to kiss him deeply. “Shall we?”

“We shall” With that, William Miller scooped your naked body up in his arms as your wrapped your legs and arms around him, and he carried to into the bedroom to start get fucked into the mattress by three men while your husband watched.

************

PLEASE REBLOG!!!!!!!!! Ima need this one to get 100 notes if you want full sex bc this sht IS HARD TO WRITE

While I'm here ima self promo, if you love moon knight come read Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside: 31 out of 33 chapters are out, almost to the end! Angst, hurt, comfort, smut, fluff! If you're looking for something focused around depression, trauma and healing, this is it. v bingable from what I hear.

tagging everyone who reblogged the first one, but please comment if you want to be tagged in part 3! PLEASE COMMENT EVEN IF YOU REBLOG IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED bc im stupid and I'll lose track lol.

lmk if I missed any warnings or anything! Remeber kids, after sex talk and checking in always v important!

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[dameronscopilot]

* = contains smut

// SERIES

I'll Be Your Bright Side* - Benny Miller is your best friend. But as time goes on, it’s becoming more and more difficult to differentiate between the rapidly blurring lines of friendship and something more—the far deeper feelings that keep you up at night.

// ONESHOTS

i'd be home with you - Leave it to Benny Miller to finally kiss you after five years of dancing around one another, only to turn tail and run, disappearing for weeks without a goddamn trace.

spinning on that dizzy edge - While there’s not a single doubt that you and Benny Miller have shared a heady, distracting mutual attraction from the day that the two of you met, the timing has just never been right.

tides & heat* - Flirting with Benny Miller every chance you get while simultaneously deflecting his advances is all fun and games until you find yourself stuck at his bar in the middle of a tropical storm.

Reflections* - You think mirrored closet doors are the perfect solution for making your small bedroom feel a bit less tiny. Benny, on the other hand, has other ideas about what exactly they’re good for.

Wrapped up in You* - You’re downright exhausted after running a marathon, so Benny does what he does best: he takes care of you.

Dealer's Choice - Another night at the casino means another night of watching Benny and Santiago fail miserably at poker.

Determined* - Once you start talking about the future, Benny takes his mission to knock you up very seriously.

All I Need* - Holidays are always difficult when Benny can’t take leave from his deployment. But this year, unbeknownst to you, he will be home for Christmas.

wanton intonation* - Benny realizes just how much the sound of his deep voice affects you one morning.

good form* - Benny’s self-control only goes so far, especially when he’s trying to teach you how to do squats.

// THREESOMES

a proposition* (Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Benny Miller) - Santiago thinks that maybe it’s time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he’s going to share you with anyone, it’s most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller.

A Helping Hand* (Benny Miller x f!reader x Frankie Morales) - You and Benny are no good at being quiet, not even when you’re staying in Frankie’s guest room.

The Feeling’s Mutual* (Santiago Garcia x f!reader x Benny Miller) - Sometimes, maybe, the best way to tell two of your closest friends that you want to sleep with them is to accidentally watch porn together.

// HEADCANONS/DRABBLES/MISC.

▸ Autumn with Benny ▸ Confessing feelings/dating ▸ Wound care ▸ Cuddling ▸ Dad!Benny ▸ Benny's terms of endearment ▸ Kissing Benny ▸ Meeting Benny at a bar 1 & 2 ▸ Stealing Benny's clothes ▸ Cuddling on the back porch ▸ Soft Benny during your period ▸ How Benny lost his virginity

NSFW* ▸ Benny's kinks* ▸ Cuddling* ▸ Spicy thots* ▸ Jealous Benny Miller* ▸ Stained: period sex with Benny* ▸ Patience: or, Benny fails at cockwarming* ▸ Quickies with Benny* ▸ Hands to Yourself: Benny watches you masturbate* ▸ Keep the Gloves On: glove kink* ▸ Excess adrenaline* ▸ Benny + cuddle sex* ▸ Benny + shower sex* ▸ Benny + voice kink, dirty talk* ▸ Benny, blindfolded* ▸ Benny takes care of you when you're sick* ▸ Filled: creampies, baby!*

// ADDITIONAL

Benny x reader x Santiago

▸ Benny & Santi help you sleep* ▸ Benny & Santi make a bad day better* ▸ Rainy days with Benny & Santi* ▸ Consensual voyeurism with Benny & Santi* ▸ Spicy thots with Benny & Santi* ▸ Benny & Santiago distract you ▸ Comfort after a nightmare with Benny & Santi ▸ Under the Weather with Benny & Santi ▸ Intertwined: cuddling on a cold night with Benny & Santi ▸ Casual conversation* ▸ Phone sex*

Benny x reader vs. Santiago x reader

▸ Types of affection with Benny vs. Santiago ▸ No Nut November: Benny vs. Santiago* ▸ Dating Benny vs. Santiago ▸ Domesticity with Benny vs. Santiago ▸ Favorite Body Parts: Benny vs. Santiago* ▸ Stamina and Sex Drive: Benny vs. Santiago*

Benny, Santiago, Frankie, & Will

▸ Sending the boys candle shopping ▸ A night at the fair with the boys ▸ Dirty talk with the boys* ▸ The boys meet your friends ▸ The boys rescue you at the bar ▸ Party tricks with the boys ▸ Thanksgiving with the boys ▸ The boys vs. the lube snail ▸ The boys & their caffeinated weapons of choice ▸ The boys vs. Just Dance ▸ The boys vs. cursed underwear

// GIFSETS

▸ Benny + yelling ▸ Benny + smiling ▸ Benny + Santi ▸ Benny's MMA intro

// OTHER

Santiago x Benny (no reader)

focus - (Santiago Garcia x Benny Miller) In which Santiago can’t help but give in to the urge to distract Benny while he’s busy reading.

▸ Benny & Santi kissing

various spicy Benny ramblings: #benny thots

» BACK TO MAIN MASTERLIST

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[muddiedlove]

has anyone read that triple frontier fic where you’re all dressed up from going out and the boys are like *wolf whistle* and one of them has you pinned against the fridge with his hand skimming your thigh?!?!?!? and they’re like all watching as this is happening… i read it a long ass time ago but i think about it all the time.

#PLEASE SOMEONE KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT #triple frontier smut #triple frontier #frankie morales x you #frankie morales #fic #frankie catfish morales #pedro pascal #benny miller #benny miller smut #will miller #santiago garcia #oscar issac smut #charlie hunnam #his fine ass

[coweye]

Commitment Issues - Part 9

Pairing: Benjamin Miller x Reader Words: 5.0K Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

Warnings: Finally there's warnings again! Slight Angst, NSFW - respect the 18+ pls, cuteness.

So, this fic has always been close to my heart. 

I wrote this two years ago about a guy I was seeing but wanted more from. (Full disclosure, he’s no Benny Miller and luckily I didn’t have his baby.) It was a way of daydreaming the way my life could’ve gone. I never could’ve imagined you guys would embrace it the way you have and it honestly warms my heart so much that there are people out here waiting for an update. I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.

A few months ago (the not-Benny) actually asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend. Spoiler alert - he’s really not boyfriend material. So, much as I suspected, it didn't work out, because men aren’t written by women in real life. I’m not surprised or sad, I’m happy I know for sure but it  feels like I’ve come full circle and I think it's time I give our girl the ending I didn’t get. 

I love you all so much and words can describe how much I appreciate your support.

➢fic masterpost

PREVIOUS PART

Life in the past 48 hours had been… surreal. 

You had confessed your love for your baby daddy and then found out that he reciprocated those feelings all before doing the equivalent of pushing a grape out of your nostril.

A baby.

A gorgeous baby girl. 

Gorgeous didn’t quite cover it, yet finding a word that described the transcendent beauty of the soul you’d brought forth into this world escaped you, as did a name for the said beauty. 

For the time being the angel made human was currently known as TBD or more affectionately Tee. The two of you had been trying out names but a new baby and totally requited feelings didn't automatically cancel out a life-time of bickering. 

Your problem was there wasn’t a name you’d heard that actually sounded like her and Ben, god love him, had a habit of picking names from a nursing homes register; Ethel, Millicent, Edith - I could go on.

He liked old fashioned names, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, though it didn’t lend itself to easy compromise. 

So, Tee, she remained with test names thrown in sporadically with hopes that a winner would stick, ideally before her 18th Birthday.  

Whilst the name vetoing annoyed the hell out of you there wasn’t any real friction. The name discussion never became heated, if a name was vetoed you moved on to the next accepting the decision of the other person. 

It was a healthy co-parenting dream. 

Despite the pending conversation that loomed over you both, things weren’t awkward - quite simply because you didn’t have the time for it to be!

Mia (Nah) didn’t leave you much time for it. 

Whilst she was a dream for sleeping, the time afforded to you both was spent sleeping or preparing the house for her awakening. She was beautiful, but exhausting - a lot like her father.

So it only made sense that when you got your first minute of peace,  after a long nap, now in your own bed and fresh pajamas; that the innermost workings of your heart would come to the surface. 

To the backing track of Modern Family, you planned and plotted your conversation word for word. Time allowed for dramatic pauses and longing gazes were of course included. When you began planning his lines you realized enough was enough and rose from your bed. 

Sure, after looking in the mirror, you’d had better days for your self confidence - ones where you weren’t rocking an adult nappy. But beggars couldn't be choosers and if you let it run in circles anymore you were afraid your brain would just combust.

There was a huge part of you that was excited after all this was years in the making, but then that small, human part of you was screaming at you to temper your expectations. 

How often does someone get everything they want? When did your life become a fairy tale? 

You didn’t think Benny would flat out turn you down, but what if he couldn’t live up to what had been in your head. 

For the first time, in a long time, you decided to ignore your brain - self preservation be damned. 

With a turn on your heel in a matching silk pajama set and a goddamn adult nappy you proudly began your descent down the stairs. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for when you rounded the corner. 

There on the sofa he lay, utterly shirtless. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him like this, in fact you’d actively avoided his fights after you had ‘broken up’ for this very reason because one look at those rippling shoulders would’ve tanked any remaining resolve or feminism left in your body. 

It would also be remiss to add that your daughter lay on his chest for what you assume was skin-to-skin time. Somehow, it both melted your heart and stoked a fire within you - having a child was strange. Since when was being a good Father a kink for you? 

“Pssst.” You whispered under your breath, trying to get his attention without waking the bean. It took another two tries before he finally looked up confused and then fixed you with that beaming smile.

“Well… good mornin’, Mama.” His voice was deep from lack of use and he looked utterly exhausted yet his smile was as big as ever.

You couldn’t help your own grin at his words as you pressed your attack and kneeled at his side. For a moment your hand stroked at the valley of her spine, before your palm came to rest on his bare shoulder.

How the hell could two people so clueless make something so absolutely perfect?

After a moment or two spent lost in pure adoration you lifted your gaze to Ben. His eyes hadn’t left your face since he became aware of your presence. 

You couldn’t help it.

Now was the time for words not for actions that had made this hole you were currently buried in, and yet …

You let yourself get lost in those eyes and pressed your lips against his. 

It was soft. 

Softer than anything the two of you had ever known. 

Neither one of you pushed for more, you simply indulged in the closeness that had been hard won to come so easily. The hand not cradling your daughter to his chest, rose to hug your cheek as you parted. 

“Where did that come from?”

“I’ve been meaning to do it since the hospital, but the nap helped me put my ducks in a row, I guess.”

Benny rose into a sitting position, slowly, mindful of the sleeping infant on his chest. 

He laid her in the moses basket at the foot of the sofa and pressed the white noise machine. Mozart began playing softly, lulling her into a deeper sleep.

Finally, Benny turned back to you, his eyes serious. “I wasn’t sure if you regretted saying what you did… if it was the heat of the moment… y’know the fear.”

You contemplated for a single moment.

“I meant every word.”

The problem with you and Benn had always been that you both approached your relationship with one foot out the door, whoever cared the least won. It was the way you both protected yourself.

It was only now you were realizing the commitment issues had gone both ways, for a time at least. It was easier if you played with no skin in the game, there was nothing to lose. But now, you had everything to lose and you didn’t want to waste a single moment playing the stupid games you’d wasted so many years of your life devoted to.

“Every word?”

“Every. Single. One. Especially the ones about your lame singing.” You couldn’t help your grin that snuck out as you teased him. 

“Lame? I’m sorry it's that gruff, sexy singing that made your ass love me.”

“God. I wish I could take it all back, but I do Benny, I fucking love you.”

All through your back and forth he’d been advancing. It was as if your words prompted him to pounce. His hands were planted on your cheeks, as he gave you a part of himself in an all consuming kiss. 

It was like he was trying to explain all his feelings, all the hurt and frustration and love he’d felt in one kiss.

As his tongue brushed yours and his hands trailed the sides of your body to pull you against him, your hands found his shoulders as you attempted to pull him closer, as if that was even possible. 

The two of you had been at war for so long, so afraid to give eachother any part of yourself. The air was thick with emotion, your hormones were all over the place as tears began to leak from your eyes. 

Relief, joy, love - you couldn’t name one emotion entirely but it was some combination of the three. With your kisses you promised to start anew, to fix what was broken and forget all the hurt you had caused one another.  

You were going to do your best for her, for your Joy.

Unable to stop yourself, you grabbed at the waistband of his sweats, finding the warm skin of his toned stomach. That seemed to bring him back to reality as he grabbed your hands and placed his forehead against yours, breathing heavily through his nose in what you assumed was an attempt to gather his self control. 

“Angel, you’re gonna start something you can’t finish, by my reckon… for at least 6 weeks.” 

“Let me take care of you.” You breathed, dropping your kisses lower to his neck. 

 “No, baby. We’re doing this right. I’m not gonna cum in your mouth and then leave you to carry on with your day aching in both ways - at least not till you can return the favor in mine.” He kissed your forehead chastely, as if he hadn’t just promised to eat you out the second your pussy was healed. 

“Benny.” You whined.

“I don’t care Y/N. We’re doing this right, I’ve fucked this up too many times.”

“I guess 6 weeks isn’t too long… right?”

WRONG.

FOUR WEEKS-ish LATER

No closer to a name. - LIST OF REJECTED NAMES : Charlie, Charlotte, Catherine, Joy, Ruth, Charlotte, Courtney, Jennifer, Rosamund, Rosalie, Rosemary, Roselyn, Rosalind, Rose, Bella. 

5 ADULT Diapers.

64 BABY Diapers.

57 Bottles of Formula.

32 Days of Blue balls.

The newest development since the clearing of the air was that Benny had proposed dates. 

For the first time since reproducing you got dressed up (in jeans and sweater) and went and got tacos and it was… nice. 

It was just like the old days back when you were just friends, only now there was a baby at the table and he’d proudly hold your hand. 

Though, it was still Benny. So he constantly teetered on the edge of gentlemanly courtship as he caressed the meat of your thigh as the two of you sat closely in the booth; and you loved it. 

You had been on about five PG13 dates since and life was kinda perfect, your daughter was beautiful and whilst picking a name was a struggle, it was coming along. 

So it was fitting that your perfect life shattered around you on a random Saturday morning.

“Sure Jaz, I’ll meet you at 11…. Okay, see you soon.” You heard from the man currently cradling your daughter in his arms as he gave her a bottle.

God, you wished you had more faith in your shiny new relationship, that you didn’t immediately jump to anger. 

Alas, rage was an old ally and you leapt into his eagerly awaiting arms. 

Every single doubt and unfair suspicion raised to your tongue as he turned to face you. He fixed you with an easy smile, clearly none-the wiser about the eye of the storm he was currently wandering into.

“Ben... I’ve gotta’ ask. It's been weighing on me for months… but who the fuck is Jaz?”

He blanched, his eyes looking down to your daughter as if she at 4 weeks old was capable of critical thinking. It clearly wasn’t what he was expecting when it left your mouth. He looked… somewhere between embarrassed and guilty.

It was then your eye caught the bottles that hadn’t been rinsed. They were abandoned on the marble, left to sour. That all but sealed his fate.

Sure, if you weren’t actively plotting his and his secret girlfriend's demise, you may not have overreacted. But in that solitary, ugly moment, that basic lack of regard he held for you and your relationship was encapsulated by his inability to complete the singular god forsaken chore that was his. 

The guy didn’t have a chance to respond before you were at the sink filling the washing up bowl with foamy water. The aroma of sour milk as you unscrewed the bottle lids only served to stoke your fires as you all but threw the stinking bottles in the water, splashing yourself with suds as you did.

“Do I have to do everything?!” 

“Y/N…”

“Sometimes, Ben…” 

“What the fuck - can we just rewind or can you explain what exactly it is you think i’ve done?!” He is incredulous as he places your daughter in her soothing swing chair, his arms now raising in surrender. 

“You need me to explain?” You huff, stoney in disbelief at his gall. 

“For god sake Y/N… leave them, I’m gonna get to them after this one.”

“Yeah, well. I’ve learnt not to believe you when you say things and do the complete opposite…”

“Do the complete opposite?” You heard clear as day the anger building in his voice. “If you wanna say something, then fucking say it!”

“FINE! I’ll say it! “ You slammed the last bottle in the bowl and turned round, wiping your hands on a tea towel as you fixed your gaze on him. “I thought you were happy taking it slow, I thought you wanted to be with me. But no, Jaz. AGAIN..”

He let out a light laugh, one that held no humor. “Christ sakes, Y/N - Jaz is a client! - I’m a fuckin’ personal trainer!”

“SHE’S- Oh-”

“Yeah - Oh.” His arms were crossed across his chest and his eyes had hardened.

“I - I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“To go from a soldier, to a fighter, to a glorified crossfit instructor …  just a little humiliating, Y/N.” His voice was flat and dejected as he spoke. 

At that moment, you were utterly ashamed.

“Ben… I am so -”

“Yeah. You’re sorry. But that's the thing, no matter how much I apologize or tell you how I feel about you, it's never enough. Y/N why are we even bothering when you clearly still don’t trust me.”

“Ben, I-”

“No, Y/N. It's not fair. I’ve been a good Dad and to be completely honest I’ve been a pretty stellar boyfriend, and yet all I get from you is fuckin’ accusations!” 

You hadn’t seen Benny this angry outside of the of the ring in a long fucking time. Yet you weren’t afraid of him as he came to stand before you, you knew Ben.  

“I can’t do this. Not if you’re gonna hold on to every doubt you have about me and whip them out every time I do something to piss you off, I’m not perfect Y/N.”

“I’m trying… Ben it’s not-”

“No. Listen, I told you. I told you how hard this was for me.” He stood before you, his shoulders sagged in defeat as his eyes shone with unshed tears. “I fucking poured my heart out to you, baby. I only want you and if you can’t trust that, then this isn’t going to work out and we need to stop and just be parents, because I’m not gonna live my life like this - instantly guilty for whatever shit your head dreams up for me.” 

He picked up his cap from the dining room table and bent down to place a kiss on your sleeping daughter's forehead before he swiped his hair back from his face and placed the cap on top.  Your fingers were aching from the grip you had on the counter.

“Well, I'm going to have some adulterous sex with my side piece Jasmine. Then I might swing by Flanagan’s on my way home for a threesome with an old flame. Who knows might make it a goddamn foursome!” Benny strolled out, he didn’t slam a single door. Always conscientious of the baby.

Goddamn you felt like shit.

It was hard to admit that you were wrong. 

All joking aside, you weren’t used to it. You never went into battle half cocked, which meant all arguments were mentally vetted before you championed a cause. But no matter how you sliced it, this time you were unequivocally wrong.

You had come at him with such anger. God, you should’ve just calmly asked him who Jasmine was. Why did you automatically assume the worst?

Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda - Didn’t do any good now.

Simply put, you had been a dick, to a man who had been nothing short of amazing to you. 

It was as you stood frozen leaning against the counter top that you began to realize you’d never fully forgiven Ben for what happened a year ago. The toll that had taken on your self worth and your confidence.

It wasn’t his fault, not really. You had promised yourself when starting this back up you’d forgive everything from the past, but you supposed that was hard when he’d never really apologized. 

That was petty, you reasoned.  

You knew he was sorry. 

The two of you had jumped straight back into dating, deciding to try and have the perfect love without the deep connection which came from talking through the nitty gritty. 

How could you be so surprised when it bubbled up in these ugly ways?

Deciding to resolve these difficult thoughts with Benny when or if he returned, eased the ache within yourself a tiny bit.   

Placing the baby monitor beside your sleeping daughter you decided to prepare yourself for that conversation. 

You made it through one life affirming shower and half of your skincare routine before her wails demanded your presence. 

“Mommy’s coming baby.” You spoke through the monitor using it as a walkie talkie. It was hard not to flash back to your service days as you used it. You were half way down the stairs reminiscing on the good ole days when you weren’t a complete asshole, when you heard a male voice whispering to Tee on the monitor. 

It was instinctual; you didn’t even think, you just moved, taking the stairs two at a time, stopping only to grab a weapon or, as it is more commonly known as, a broom.  

“GET AWAY FROM HER ASSHOLE.” You wielded the broom like a hockey stick ready to swing on the assailant. As you rounded the corner and were stupefied to find Benny there with your daughter, his eyes wide as you entered the room ready to assault him.

“Y/N?!”

“BENNY. OH MY CHRIST. I thought - “ In a single moment you instantly drop the broom and grab your baby from his arms, planting kisses all over her face and head. 

“Oh my god, you scared mommy, Tee. Yes you did. My heart, oh fucking christ. I didn’t expect you back.”

“What can I say - I didn't fancy the orgy today.”

“Daddy’s very funny, Sienna.”

“Sienna… Sienna Miller?” Benny narrows his eyes over the top of his Starbucks takeout cup.  

“Veto.” You both say in unison despite your argument. 

Tee whined in your arms, amping up for a wail.

“She didn’t finish her bottle before she fell asleep earlier.” Ben pointed out to the half empty bottle waiting to be washed up. Your stomach dropped at the mere sight of the cause of your hissy fit earlier.

“Are you hungry, beautiful girl?” You crooned to your baby after a pause. Adjusting the robe you had thrown on after your shower. “I’ll feed her and then we can talk?”

He nodded, his face giving nothing away. It was strange to be stonewalled by Ben. Usually every thought that crossed his mind was mirrored on his face. 

Taking a seat in the love chair you’d set up in the lounge for this exact purpose you exposed your breast. You had been doing a half breast half formula feeding pattern so that Ben could pitch in.

She latched on quickly, but never as quickly as she did the bottle. A tiny part of you was disappointed, as you’d always had images of breastfeeding your child. But with a low milk supply you’d had little option but to supplement with bottles, but beyond the bonding aspect you had no qualms with the bottle.

Tee was slowly falling asleep as she drank and after about five minutes she was gone to the world. 

Feeling guilty all while, you held her to your chest after rearranging your robe. You should be speaking to Benny about your regrettable words earlier and yet you couldn’t force your legs to move. Telling someone you had been a complete dick wasn’t a fun thing to do.

So it made sense after about ten minutes of hiding that Benny appeared with the moses basket in toe for your sleeping angel. 

You nodded thankfully and silently you handed her off to him, making sure that your entire chest was covered. 

He placed her in the far corner of the room, far enough away that your voices - if they were kept below a shout - wouldn’t wake her.

He took a seat to your right, there was about a meter between you. It was all so stiff, like a business meeting as you each waited for the other to speak. 

“So.” He muttered avoiding eye contact.

“I’ll start. I’m sorry Ben. You didn’t deserve that.” His eyes rose to meet yours. “I want this to work. I meant it, I want to leave it all behind and I thought I could - just forget everything, I mean. But I can’t. I think, well, I think we need to talk about it.”

“Y/N-”

“No, Ben, please. I’ve thought about this for like twenty minutes in the shower.” You left your seat to sit beside him. “I know you don’t like… feelings. I don’t either, it's awkward. But, I need to get through this to get over it, y’know?” 

“I think I do.” He nodded.  You took his hand in yours. 

“I’m not making excuses, I’m sorry I lost my shit this morning. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. When I heard her name, I was right back there. Pregnant and alone and just completely unsure about everything; in love with a guy who I didn’t think felt the same. It was terrifying … And I’ve never told you that. It messed with my head everything that happened last year.”

“Right back where?... When you heard her name?”

“At the baby shower.”

“Oh Y/N, you should've asked!”

“Why? We weren’t together.”

“I started as a PT about a month after Christmas. After I found out and the hospital - It's a hell of a lot safer and the pay’s more steady. I’m still training with Will but the fights are gonna’ be … fewer. I wanna be around.” His hand clutched in yours tightened his thumb on your fingers forcing you to look up.

“You’re such a good Dad. I’m so sorry if I made you feel like you weren’t” Your hand rose to his face. 

“I am so sorry. I haven’t said it have I? But I am. That night you told me you wanted more and I shut you down, I broke your heart. I don’t want anyone else, only you. I need you to hear me.”

“I do Ben, I do.”

“No, Y/N. I want you to be my wife, I want you to have more of my babies. You’re the only one for me, I think of you when I wake up, before I go to sleep - there hasn’t been a day in the past ten years I haven’t thought about you. I will never hurt you like that again, I fucking promise you.”

Tears sprung to your eyes as your heart began to heal, it felt so full as you sat beside him basking in his words.

“I fucking love you Benny.” You grabbed his cheeks pulling him into a kiss. It started off lighter before it began to deepen. 

Teasingly you flicked your tongue against his gaining access, biting his lip you pulled yourself onto his lap to get a better angle on your exploration of his mouth. Through his jeans you felt him begin to swell as he pressed against the linen of your robe. 

It had only been three weeks, but you were desperate for him to be inside you. Compromise was the name of the game.  

He pulled away from your mouth, which you were fine with, you knew the words about to leave his lips. Which is why you decided to be persuasive as you trailed kisses down his neck. 

“Baby, no, you’ve only just had a baby, c’mon.”

Smothering kisses against his warm skin, he smelled deliciously of the Calvin Klein aftershave he always spritzed on before leaving the house. You moved your hips against his, which prompted him to grab them. His large hands splayed across your ass, holding you still as he attempted to maintain some semblance of self control.

“You can’t go inside, but we can still have fun.” You whispered into his neck. “Besides, you’re the injured party, I have an apology to make.”

“Well…” He moaned as you playfully bit at his warm flesh “You were mean as hell, baby.”

With Benjamin's help you shrugged the linen dressing gown from your shoulders. Instantly you were completely exposed before him.  His eyes zeroed in on your swollen breasts, sure he’d seen them in passing but never so freely exposed and at eye level. 

Hands gentle as always rose to cup them. Those gorgeous fingers skirted around your nipples making your hips rut down against his hardened member. 

“Sensitive.” You explained before he placed kisses on them. He kissed along the underside of your breast before lathering his tongue around your nipples. His gaze lowered and his palms skirted along your sides before they landed on your ass. 

You couldn’t help your self consciousness, the last time this man had seen you naked you’d been a size Y/S. Now you had some fresh stretch marks and a stomach still swollen from your child. 

However, all your self consciousness went out the window the second he squeezed at the meat there and pulled you down against his jeans, his hips thrusted up in time, almost unintentionally. 

The fabric was causing some delicious friction against your clit, yet you wanted more. 

“Is this okay, you’re not in pain?” He asked resting his forehead against yours.

You kissed his lips as you held onto his jaw.

“No. I want more.”

“You can’t have more, your sweet pussy needs more time before I ruin it.” He smirked before claiming your mouth with his tongue, putting all his filthy promises behind it.

“No, but you can.” You leaned backwards and began to undo his zipper. His hands came up to stop you before he remembered your words from earlier. 

Finally, you set him free. He was bigger than you remembered, straining up against Ben’s belly. You couldn't resist as you rubbed your bare heat against him. You were sopping as his cock came away wet. 

Benny groaned, one hand squeezing the meat of your ass and the other staying firmly on your hip, just in case you tried something. You grabbed his chin, joining your mouths in a deep kiss, once more you dropped your hips, your clit bumping against the head of his cock in the most delicious way before you slid along his shaft. 

Once again he groaned, this time into your mouth which you greedily swallowed up. Playfully you bit at his lip, touching your tongue once more to his just to give him a preview of how talented it could be.  

He began to help you as he pushed his jeans further down his thighs frantically as you moved off of his lap and fell onto your knees between his legs. 

Your mouth watered as you stared at his pulsing cock, now covered in your own wetness.  You couldn’t help a smirk as his head dropped back on the couch as he tried to give you space to work. 

Slowly, playfully almost, you stroked his length and you couldn't help a small smirk as his hips thrusted into your palm.  Right where you wanted him, he was fighting a losing battle of control.

With no warning you leaned down and swiped your quick tongue along the head of his cock. If the groans had added to the flood below the belt, the broken call of your name had you practically gushing. 

Leaning forward to get a better vantage, you sneakily pressed your heel into your clit. It alleviated some of the pressure but nowhere near enough. 

All at once you took his length into your mouth, his cry was absolutely gorgeous as he grabbed at his own thigh. 

Your tongue lathered the veins that hid on the underside of his cock. It was wet and messy and he was quickly falling apart in your mouth. 

He was fighting the urge to fuck your mouth as he gripped at his thighs in solidarity, you wanted him to bruise the back of your throat with his thrusts.

You reached up and grabbed his hand, currently grabbing at his thigh and placed it into your hair. It was an open invitation, to let himself go. To stop being so polite and sorry, to go back to fucking you the way he used to.

It was an invited he RSVP’ed immediately.  His hands immediately began guiding your face up and down his cock, pushing your face down so that the head of his dick nudged the back of your throat. 

Your gag constricted around his cock which made his head roll back in pleasure.  His hand loosened its hold on your hair, almost asking permission. 

With a roll off your eyes you dropped your head harder than he had, his cock was practically in your esophagus, but it showed him you could take it. 

“Yes, baby. Fuck - you suck cock so good.”   

Unable to help it you grinded against your heel, desperate for the sweet relief of his touch, but unable to receive it.

You noticed the pressure building as his stomach began taut as he continued fucking your face. 

Taking back control, your hands found his balls and rolled them between your fingers caused him to groan as that pressure increased.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna-” His cry was all you needed as you as you took his entire length in your mouth. You fought the urge to gag as you reminded yourself to breathe through your nose. His come spurted hotly down your throat as you swallowed every damn drop of it. 

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Sharing is Caring - Series

Frankie Morales x F!Reader, featuring triple frontier boys (Will, Benny, and Santiago)

Summary: Frankie has established a Free Use kink with you--and he's excited to extend that to his friends. So much so that he's willing to let them help make your family grow.

Overall Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, free use, group sex, fivesome, eventual pregnancies, breeding kink, exhibitionism, cucking, infertility

* contains explicit content 18+ ONLY

1. Happy Hour *

2. Appetizer *

3. Four Course Meal *

4. Dessert *

5. Leftovers *

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Hi! Congrats on reaching 5k followers!

Could I request a blurb where Benny Miller find out that the reader has a crush on him by accidentally finding a love letter they wrote?

Drunk Poetry.

benny miller x female reader

warnings - cursing. alcohol mention.

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

“That’s the third time you’ve tried to kill me this week.”

You’re both laughing so hard you’re wheezing, clutching at your sides as happy tears drip down your faces.

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. “I don’t do it on purpose, I swear.”

Benny wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in, holding you close as you rest your head on his chest. Both of you calm down, enjoying being plastered together for the moment.

Friends don’t do this stuff.

You know this.

But when it feels so right, so easy, so natural… who are you to put a stop to it?

Aggression seems to be his love language. It’s how you ended up where you were five minutes ago - you, nursing a blooming bruise on your thigh where Benny had accidentally punched it much too hard seconds earlier. Will says it’s how he shows people he likes them. He’s boisterous, a little clumsy, but so loving.

You’d been play fighting, beating each other up as per usual. The two of you were instantly bored watching a movie Frankie recommended, instead choosing to make your own entertainment.

“We need booze,” he says now, into your hair. “Just a little. Then we can dance.”

You chuckle, nodding into his shirt.

“There’s a bottle of tequila under my bed. Don’t ask.”

He laughs, and the sound rumbles through you lowly. Placing you on the couch gently, he gets up to go and find the alcohol while you stand up and grab some glasses. After a couple of minutes, you return to the living room to see him stood in the doorway, holding a pink piece of paper.

“You’re in love with me.”

Your heart drops out of your chest when you realise what he has in his hand.

“Ben, I can explain.”

His jaw is dropped, eyes wide as he looks at you. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, and it’s making you anxious.

“I, uh - I read somewhere a while ago that if you write stuff down, you can get it out of your mind. And you… you were on my mind a lot, I guess. So I started writing these letters - obviously I was never gonna send them or anything - to get stuff off my chest. You were never meant to see them, Ben. I’m sorry.”

“You’re… sorry?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry.”

“For the letters? Or loving me?”

You take a deep breath, holding onto the doorframe.

“Neither, actually. Yeah, neither. I’m not sorry for the letters - I’m kind of sorry that you found them, though. But I’m not sorry for loving you. Never have been.”

He strides across the room, wrapping his arms around your back as he kisses you with so much passion it almost knocks you over. You kiss him back eagerly, hands tangled in his hair as you pull him closer.

“I love you too,” he whispers against your mouth. “I thought that much was obvious.”

“Yeah?” you grin, raking your nails across the back of his neck. “You do?”

“The guys have been on my back about it for like a year.”

“A year? Sucker,” you tease, leaning in to kiss him again.

He breaks away to laugh, throwing you over his shoulder as he walks towards your bedroom.

“Let’s find that fucking tequila and get this party started, huh?”

You can’t say no to an offer like that.

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The story of us chapter 4

Triple frontier boys x f!reader

Summary-Set before you and the boys are officially together and how it came to be.

CW-18+,MDNI,angst,fluff,comfort,mutual pining, illusions to sex. No further warnings as to not spoil the story

WC-3.6k

Chapter summary-Benny takes you on a date.

Notes-See series Masterlist for full story notes. This chapter is so fluffy I couldn’t handle it. Benny being his sweet adorable self and Frankie being a tad jealous.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter IV Going steady ————————————

You don’t know how you ended up in this situation,Your back pressed against Frankie’s chest as he winds his arms around you pulling you closer, Benny is placing soft feather light kisses up your legs as you’re trembling trying to keep your nerves at bay. You’ve never felt so exposed and aroused at the same time. You can feel Frankie’s growing bulge pressed into your back as he kisses and nips at your neck,the sensations of both of them too much and not enough at the same time. Frankie squeezes your breast through your lace bra causing a small gasp to leave your lips as Benny breathes a hot breath just over where you need him the most. You ball your fist in the sheet as you attempt to keep your whines to yourself. 

  “She’s so responsive and we’ve barely touched her.” Frankie’s voice in your ear is dripping with lust as he glides his hand down your stomach.

  “You should see how wet she is, Fish, it’s a beautiful sight.” Your lace panties are soaked with your arousal and you should be embarrassed at how on display you are but your body is on fire. Desperately wanting them to touch you more and more. 

  “I don’t need to see Ben,I can just feel.” Frankie slowly trails his fingers down lower tucking just above your waist band, you arch your back into his touch as you gasp for air. It’s like the air can’t reach your lungs and suddenly you're panicking. How did you get here? What is happening? 

  Your vision is starting to blur and you think you may be having a panic attack as you jolt upright…alone in your room. You’re in your bed, still fully clothed from last night as you try to gain your bearings. 

  The early morning sun is just starting to peek through your windows as you calm your breathing. You lay back with a thud on your pillow as you stare at the ceiling unsure of what just transpired. 

  Did you seriously just have an almost sex dream about two of your best friends? 

  Grappling with the fact that you’re upset it ended so soon. You had a boyfriend less than 24 hours ago. It’s too soon to be having these thoughts, or maybe it’s too late. 

  You need a shower and some food and maybe a therapist to help figure out these thoughts, but first shower.You make your way to your attached bathroom and peel off your clothes from last night, stopping first to admire yourself in the mirror. It’s the first time in months despite your dream that you’ve felt this good. Mike had completely destroyed your self esteem, it wasn’t like you to feel such negative thoughts about yourself. You’ve always been confident in your appearance and the way you carried yourself. It’s like you’re looking at a new person but somehow the same person from before. 

  As the hot water washes over you, you can wash away all the things you’ve held back for the last several months. It’s not bittersweet at all,knowing your boys all but forcibly removed him from your life so that you could live a better one. 

  You can’t kick the feeling from your dream, what it felt like having them touch you, or imagine what it would feel like as you draw your fingers between your legs. Touching yourself where you wanted Frankie to, as he almost did before your brain rudely ripped you from your fantasy. Your fingers aren’t nearly as big and long as his as you slowly pump your fingers, your thumb drawing circles around your clit as your breathing picks up. Soft whimpers of his name leave your lips as you come down from your climax. 

  ****

  “Remind me to never sleep on the floor again.” Santi groans and stretches his back as he sits up against the couch. Silently cursing himself for not jumping on the guest bedroom before Will.

  “Well at least you didn’t have Ben's foot in your face all night.” Frankie is somehow sandwiched between both of Ben's legs and unsuccessfully tries to pry the younger man off. 

  “I slept great.” Ben's muffled voice into the couch pillow is barely audible. 

  Will saunters into the room looking pleasantly pleased with himself and definitely well rested.

  “I’m gonna start some coffee, and see what she’s got in the fridge for breakfast.”

  “I’ll help,I need to get off this hard floor before I end up stuck here.” Santi isn’t sure what creaks the most when he stands,the floor or his bones and he can hear Benny chuckling into the couch pillow. 

  “I’ll go check on sleeping beauty.” Frankie tosses the younger man aside so he can stand and stretch. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and pick up the living room.” He groans but obeys. 

  Frankie knocks lightly on your door awaiting a response before he slowly opens it. You’re not in the bed obviously as he takes in your clothes from last night leading a trail to the bathroom. He can hear the water running through the small crack in the door.

  He hasn’t been in your room in awhile as he makes his way over to your dresser, a small smile tugs at his lips as he stares at the photo of the five of you in delta. You’re sprawled across them as they hold you up, Ben insisted on the photo and Tom begrudgingly took it not wanting to be a part of the “shenanigans” as he put it. 

  He’s pulled from the memory as he hears you crying? Of course you’re upset, the dramatics of the entire night probably caught up with you this morning. He hopes you’re not having second thoughts but how could you want someone like Mike back in your life. They should leave when you’re out of the shower to give you some privacy. 

  Your cries turn to whimpers and he faintly hears his name, suddenly his feet don’t work as he’s rooted to the spot in your room. 

  “Frankie.”

  He’s absolutely sure of it now and he still can’t will his feet to move, he wants to move toward you but that would be inappropriate. Maybe not more inappropriate than what he was currently doing. He knows what you’re doing in the shower but he can’t let his mind wander too far into why you’re saying his name. If he does he’ll have a hard time explaining the growing bulge in his pants or why he’s been in your room for so long. 

  The sound of the shower turning off finally has him moving quickly out of the room before you emerge from the bathroom in whatever state you’re in that certainly wouldn’t help him. 

  “Did you help our girl wake up?” Benny says from the kitchen island already eating of course. 

  “What!…no she was awake, she was in the shower.” He’s stammering over his words as if they had any idea what he heard. 

  Get a grip man

  “She’ll be out soon I’m sure.” Will looks at him awkwardly over his coffee mug as Frankie slides up next to Benny. 

  Santi hands him a mug of black coffee as he raises an eye at him. “ You look like you need this…maybe too much tequila last night?”

  Frankie takes off his signature cap as he runs his fingers nervously through his hair. “Ya maybe.”

  ****

  The smell of coffee and bacon wafts through your house as you make your way to the kitchen. 

  Santi,Frankie and Will are settled at your kitchen table engaging in quiet conversation. The sight is so domestic and welcoming you can't help the smile that spreads across your face. You missed this so much, it’s hard to press down the pang of guilt that you feel for shutting them out of your lives for someone who didn’t deserve to be a part of it. 

  You don’t have time to comment on Benny missing from the table before you’re  being hoisted in the air causing you to yelp in surprise. 

  “Jesus Ben put her down.” 

  “She’s fine Will, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

  His strength never ceases to amaze you and right now with your dream still fresh in your mind, you wished he would do anything but put you down. 

  “I’ll be fine after some coffee and food.”

  He places you down and turns you to face him as he places a kiss on your forehead. His hands suddenly feel hot on your skin as you stare into those baby blue eyes. Somewhere behind you you hear a throat clear and Benny releases you from his grip.

  “Coffee and food coming right up sweetheart.”

  Frankie sends an interesting look towards Benny but casts his eyes down to his plate once he meets yours. You know he has no idea what you dreamed of or what you did in the shower but you can’t help shake that feeling,like he knows something. He can’t possibly know. 

  “I see we have a thief among us.” Santi grins sickeningly sweet at you as he sips his coffee. 

  “I’m sorry, did I take something from you?” You reach across the table to grab a piece of his bacon as he captures your wrist playfully. 

  “Oh no no, you can’t have my shirt and my bacon.” 

“I’ve taken temporary ownership of this shirt,technically that’s not stealing.” There’s a glint in his eye as he slowly lets go of your wrist. 

  This is a very dangerous game you’re playing 

  “Breakfast is served and coffee is just as sweet as you.” Benny slides into the seat next to you with a plate twice the size of yours. It never ceases to amaze you how much that boy could eat. 

  “Someone’s laying it on thick.” Frankie half mumbles to himself, you don’t catch it but the rest of them do as you all finish your breakfast in silence.

  ****

  “Will I swear if you try and wash those dishes I’m never gonna let you leave,you’ve already done enough.” You gently wrap your arms around his waist and pull him from the kitchen sink.

  “Alright sweetheart but I will be back on my day off to fix that hole, I’m not taking no for an answer.” You raise your arms in defeat knowing that there’s no point arguing once he’s set his mind to something. 

  Being alone sounds like the last thing you want right now but you know they’ve got things to do and you can’t ask anymore of them, at least not yet. Santi leaves first promising to check on you in the coming days. 

  Frankie hasn’t quite been himself since the night before but promises to call you, he said he needed to talk to you in private which wasn’t out of the ordinary but something about it left you feeling uneasy. As Frankie and Will make their way out Ben has made his way into the kitchen to help you clean, so uncharacteristically like him. 

  “Ben let’s go, Frankie is our ride.” Will glances at Ben, words unspoken between them in silent communication. 

  “Ugh ya just give me a minute I’ll be right out.” Will hesitantly waits in the door but acquiesces to head outside. 

  “You don’t have to help me finish, I promise I’ve washed dishes before.” He seems nervous suddenly quieter than you’ve ever known him to be. He looks over his shoulder ensuring you’re alone. 

  “ I was wondering if maybe you wanted to grab dinner and a movie later?” 

  “I’d love to, but I thought the guys were busy tonight?” You haven’t looked up from the dishes so of course you don’t notice him staring at you, hoping you’ll see in his eyes what he’s truly asking without having to say it out loud.

  “No, I…meant maybe just you and I?” You stop for a moment to look at him. It’s the first time since last night that you feel something growing there. A side of him that’s vulnerable and sincere. 

  He’s holding his breath and he’s not sure how long it’s been, seconds or minutes awaiting your response. It’s torture and he thinks maybe he’s misread this whole thing and that Santi was right. He’s completely screwed this up and now he’ll have to live with the awkwardness of your rejection. Maybe he can move to another country like Santi does every few years and you’ll forget he ever asked.

  “I’d love to.” Whatever this is, you know you can’t second guess yourself anymore. You’ll dive headfirst into new territory because the butterflies in your stomach are telling you to leap. You can’t help the laughter that escapes as he lets out an audible breath. 

  “I’ll pick you up at seven, dress casual.”

  “Oh so you’ve had time to think this through, I’m impressed.” His cheeks grow hot at the flattery as you dry your hands and stare deep into his eyes, he leans in pulling you into a hug as he inhales your scent. The honk of Frankie’s truck snaps you out of your blissful moment and you can hear his silent curse as he releases you from his arms. 

  “I’ll see you later,Honey.” 

  Watching him walk the short path down your steps doesn’t feel bittersweet anymore. There’s a new excitement there of what’s to come. 

  ****

Golden Girls

                                 I've got a hot date tonight 😋

  Pope 🙏🏼: Sounds nice who's the lucky guy?

                            Haha obviously it’s Honey

  Bro:Don’t be out late you have training early 

          Ay ay captain 🫡

  BDM🐈🐠:Goodluck 

  I don’t need luck I have my boyish good looks 😏

  Pope🙏🏼: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do

         Poor choice of words 

  Pope🙏🏼: I’m serious 

                I will be on my best behavior

****

  It’s actually pretty embarrassing how much time you’ve spent trying to find something to wear tonight. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you in all your various outfits over the years. Your room looks like a bomb went off as you desperately tried to finish getting ready and notice it’s already 6:45. This is supposed to be a casual date, so why does it feel like you’re going to a highschool dance with your first crush. 

  You finally decide on jeans and a black v neck blouse, heels are definitely too formal so you opt for some strappy black sandals to match. It’s just dinner and a movie get a hold of yourself.

  The doorbell rings a moment later,not to your surprise. You all couldn’t shake the punctuality of being in the military. It dawns on you that you didn’t even bother to ask where you were going or what movie you were seeing,not that it mattered but curiously you wonder what sort of date would Ben plan for you. Not some tinder date or a girl he just met but you.

  When you open the front door you’re greeted by a very smiley handsome man with a bouquet of flowers. A very large bouquet. 

  “I didn’t think it was appropriate to let myself in two nights in a row.” It’s bold of him to try and joke about the previous night's events so soon and perhaps a mistake when your mouth falls agape. But he’s relieved at your laughter as you grab the bouquet with one hand and playfully smack his chest with the other. 

  “Did you buy the entire floral shop?” You tease as you make your way to the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase, it’s on a shelf you can’t reach, never bothering to bring it down since Mike never bought you flowers. 

  “I didn’t know if you had a favorite but you don’t seem like the rose type so I picked the rest.” He walks up behind you pressing his back to yours as he reaches above you for the vase. Your heart stops for a moment as you fill the vase with water,he’s barely moved an inch and you can feel the heat radiating off his body. 

  “These are beautiful,thank you.” You turn to face him and finally take in his appearance. He’s wearing a black button down and jeans, his hair is slicked back. You’re so used to his mussed up golden locks that it takes you aback. 

  “We’re matching like those couples who’ve been together a long time.” Oh my god what did you just say. Evidently you want to make this as awkward as possible before the date even starts. 

  “I mean…I don’t mean we’re a couple, it’s just we’re matching and.” He can’t help but laugh, your nervous rambling actually puts him at ease. He had been so nervous all day that it hadn’t occurred to him that you were in the same predicament. 

  “Sweetheart don’t worry, we can pretend to be one of those couples…it’ll be our little secret.” 

  “Oh I’m glad you find this amusing.” You lightly shove at his chest and move to grab your purse from the kitchen table. “By the way I never asked where we’re going.”

  “Well you know that theater downtown?” You nod patiently waiting for his response. “Once a month they show old movies and I know how much you love Romeo and Juliet, so I figured we could see that.” He shuffles nervously on his feet, watching your movements as you stare blankly at him.

  “We could always do something else if I totally misread this.” It’s your turn to laugh now because of course he remembered how much you loved that movie and why you settled for so long you’re unsure. 

  “I would love to pretend to be a couple and see Romeo and Juliet.” You clasp your hands together and pop your foot as he looks at you unamused.

  “Okay so you think this is funny, well dinner isn’t as romantic unfortunately, I figured since we’re going to the movie first we could get burgers at Jim’s diner down the street.” It’s a relief that you’re not going to a fancy dinner honestly, you don’t think your heart could handle much more. 

  “As long as we share a milkshake like those pretend couples do.” 

  “Sure thing Honey.”

  ****

  You and Ben were having too much fun pretending to be a couple. It helped calm your nerves though. It wasn’t awkward at all when he held your hand to walk into the theater or when he placed his arm around you so that you could rest comfortably on him while you watched the movie. He even went as far as feeding you popcorn despite your protests.

  You could tell that he watched you for most of the film, as hard as he tried to hide it. Every time you looked at him during one of your favorite parts it seemed he was already looking at you. Enjoying the way you were so at peace. He could definitely get used to this. Nothing about it felt wrong, it felt like coming back to a place you had lost. 

  You shared a chocolate milkshake like he had promised and couldn’t contain your laughter when the waitress said you made a very cute couple. 

  He held your hand as he drove you the whole way home and you secretly hoped he wasn’t pretending anymore. 

  “I’ll walk you up to your house like a true gentleman.” Oh, you assumed he would at least want to come in for a little but maybe this was some act to take your mind off the breakup. Maybe you had misread the entire thing and soon things would go back to the way they were. He can sense you’re spiraling, but you’re already opening the car door to evade this embarrassment. 

  “Hey,talk to me where did you go?” He’s practically chasing you as you try to reach your doorstep. 

  “I just thought you might want to come in for a little but…it’s nothing I’m just being sensitive.” Now is absolutely not the time to cry as you try and look anywhere but his concerned eyes. He slowly grabs your hands so as not to startle you as he rubs soothing circles on your wrists. 

  “I would love to come in and stay and continue being a pretend couple but Will has me on a strict schedule and I promised him I’d be home to get some rest.” You can’t say you’re not disappointed but definitely relieved.

  “Sorry I may have overreacted. It's just been a crazy 24 hours.” He laughs and shakes his head as he pulls out his key to your house to let you in. “I promise our next date I’ll stay for as long as you want me too.” He starts the walk down your path and you swear you could get used to him walking away.

  As you close your front door, you’re met with a knock on the other side. He’s standing there waiting on the threshold and you couldn’t wipe the confused look off your face if you tried. 

  “I forgot something.” You don’t remember him bringing anything and you don’t have a chance either as he steps into your space grabbing your face with both hands as he leans in and kisses you. Instinctively you lean into it as he cradles your head and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into him. It’s nothing like you’ve ever felt and maybe a little like Romeo and Juliet. As you part ways to catch your breath he’s just staring at you with a wide smile on his face.

  “Pretend couples always kiss.” 

  Yes, you were in a very dangerous game. 

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Lemon Trees - Benny Miller x Reader (NSFW)

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When Benny dreams of you, it’s always in the lemon groves in Tuscany. The two of you had taken a trip last year, spent time in a tiny villa on the outskirts of the region. He remembers the scent acutely, he breathes it in, and it floods the pleasure points in his brain. It takes him back to that afternoon, the one where you’d packed up a picnic and headed out into the grove. He remembers you in that white sundress, walking barefoot in the grass. You looked ethereal in those moments, hair falling across your features, that fabric clinging to your form.

He remembers the quietness, the sense of serenity he felt as he lay there in the shade, drinking a bottle of Arezzo from the local brewery.  He remembers the taste of it on your lips as he kissed you, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek as he looks you in the eyes and tells you he’s in love with you, that he’s always been in love with you.

He fucks you in that lemon grove, under the shade from the Tuscan sun. His palms roaming under the hem of that summer dress, fingertips hooking on the slender band of your panties before he draws them down your legs. He kisses you like it’s the first time and the last time. You’re too good for him. He knows that and he’s waiting for the day you figure it out too. It’s been three years and he still loves you like every day is his last.

When you call out his name, it’s like a prayer, a sensual expression of emotion and he adores it. He reveres that sound, the way your nails scrape over the nape of his neck, threading through his hair, the tightening of your thighs around his hips as he draws out your climax with a smile.

It’s these thoughts that keep him warm up in the Andes. It’s those cherished memories that keep him going despite the fact, it’s wet and he’s freezing, his brother is injured and they're lugging around more money than they can carry between them all. The paper in those bags is going to help him build the future you deserve, it’s going to buy the two of you a lemon grove in Tuscany, it’s going to help Benny fulfil the life he wants with you. It’s going to help him build a future.

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Sweet Like Honey

Benny Miller x fem!reader

Warning: smut(18+, minors dni) fingering, p in v, creampie (use a condom please)

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and Benny are two peas in a pod

A/N: I listened to Honey by Halsey while writing this. Anyway. Here it is friends! My first Benny fic! I hope you all like it. I love Garrett and this was VERY self indulgent. As always, feedback is very much welcome, and enjoy!

It’s been a long night. Friday night and you’re slammed. People are bleeding in after the fight, a victory for the local Miller boy. You lose track of time, serving as quickly as you can. The crowd is thicker, live performances are lined up–including yourself. You dabble with a mic and your guitar from time to time. Nothing serious. Billy, the bar owner, uses your pretty face and talent as a mule ticket for the younger crowd. You don’t mind so much.

What you do mind, is the guy who doesn’t know how to take a simple no as an answer. He presses on you as you walk past him, hand lingering on your waist. Your elbow hits his gut, but somehow it only encourages him. It’s the same guy who’s on your ass every night that Benny isn’t there. Your goddamn guard dog, he spits in your ear, grip too tight on your arm. It’s nothing you can’t handle, a real pain in the ass is all he is. Benny doesn’t know–Benny can’t know, because it would not end well.

A familiar whistle catches your attention. You lift your hand in acknowledgement when you see Frankie and Santiago walk to the back booth. Your eyes scan the bar for the Millers, a frown forming when you realize they’re missing.

Benny Miller had come into your life like a hurricane, a potential apocalypse, a force to be reckoned with. He’s hard to miss. Tall and broad with eyes that could drown you. Not that you’d mind. Not when they’re accompanied by a smile so bright it’d save you from the depths of hell. He’s just built that way.

Every Friday night he’s there at the bar, waiting on you to take his order for him and the guys. It’s an order you remember quickly. Grabbing their drinks you head to the table.

“Where’s Benny?”

“Relax,” Santiago says, grabbing his beer. “Will’s stitching him up.”

“I thought he won?”

“He did. Doesn’t mean he didn’t get hit once or twice.”

Your frown deepens. But then—

It hits ten, and it’s your time to shine. Casual wolf whistles echo around the bar as you make your way to the stage. You’re handed your guitar and slowly step onto the stage. You move to the mic. “Good evening, how’s everybody doing tonight?” The crowd cheers and you laugh, shaking your head. “I’m going to sing some songs for you, if that’s alright?” When the cheers from the crowd die down the second time, you strum a tune, a small giggle spilling from you. “Good, that’s good. Because you don’t really have a choice. Let’s go!”

The lights are blinding, but you can feel Benny’s eyes on you. You know him in darkness, and probably even in death. It brings you comfort to know he’s finally here and he’s watching. You breathe in and relax. A small smile teases your lips, your fingers moving over the strings. The crowd loves you. A ten minute set that feels like an hour. You’re sweating by the time you walk off the stage. All you want is a cool glass of water and Benny. Your eyes track him as he follows closely behind his brother and the others. He towers over everyone, his eyes searching. When Benny’s gaze finds you, he gives you a knowing grin and a wink.

You weren’t paying attention, you ran face first into the guy. He’s drunk enough that the smell of him makes you gag. Unfamiliar hands grab your shoulders, fingers digging into you. It makes your skin crawl.

“I knew you’d come around babydoll,” He slurs, lips pressed to your neck, hand coming forward to grab at your chest.

“What the fuck,” You can hear shouting behind you, the sound of glass breaking.

You know, you can feel it. He’s waiting for you, he’s holding on to that rage that rushed him the moment this fucking guy touched you. If Benny’s got a short fuse, yours is even shorter. As soon as Benny reaches you, your hand is already flying towards the drunkard’s face. Blood gushes everywhere, you smile, knowing you broke his nose.

“You fucking bitch!”

Just as quickly, you’re yanked back right out of his grip, a large body blocking your view. “Hands off the goods,” You shout venomously as you stumble, Will and Santi at your back, holding you when you hear the telltale crack of fist against bone, a body tumbling backwards onto the floor.

“Pay, tip, and get the fuck out.” Benny’s voice is ran through gravel, and fuck if it doesn’t scream dangerous. “You touch her, even fucking think of her name, or come back to this bar again, my face will be the last thing you ever see.”

And you’d hate to admit that it does something to you, that low voice and the blood on his knuckles and the way he stands in front of you.

***

When Benny makes it back to the table, you’re pulling your hand from Will’s grasp only for him to snatch it up. Your knuckles are slightly bruised. It was a solid hit.

“Who taught you how to throw a punch like that?”

You bite down on your smile, tugging your lip between your teeth. He’s doing nothing to hide the pride in his voice. Slowly, you take him in from top to bottom, gaze lingering only for a second at the quick stitch job on his right eyebrow.

“Mmm. A rowdy patron.”

“Must have taken a liking to him.”

You grin, pulling him closer to you by his belt loops. “Something like that.”

A hand wraps lightly around your throat, Benny grins at the sparkle in your eye. His voice drops lower, making heat throb in between your legs. “You think Billy would get mad if we fucked in the bathroom again?”

“Yeah, probably. Won’t get mad if I ride you in the backseat of your truck, though.”

“God dammit, honey. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Come on, Miller,” you whisper, taking a step away from him. “Bet you can make me cry on your cock.”

“Jesus,” he mutters.

Pulling you behind him, you both wave a quick goodbye to the guys as he parts the crowd, heading for the door. You’re laughing as he drags you to his truck, door already unlocked. There is no preamble. There are no sweet nothings. Your shirt is yanked off, hot kisses pressed to your skin. Moans are pulled roughly from you when he begins to suck, leaving his mark on you. Your knees rest on either side of his legs. Clothed center rutting against the denim that holds him hostage. You ache, you burn. Benny, Benny, Benny.

“This won’t be sweet,” Benny breathes into your hair, hands gripping you to hold yourself up, you hear the flick of his pocket knife, and fuck, you know what he’s about to do. You aren’t even angry that he’s going to destroy your favorite pair of panties. He can always buy you more. “This won’t be gentle.”

The blade cuts through the lace and you whimper.

“I know. I know. I don’t want it gentle.”

“Think you can handle it?”

You bite his neck, making him groan. His hip bucking up into your naked core. “Yeah, baby. I’m certain I can.”

His fingers dig into your thighs before trailing towards your core. He groans, feeling how slick you are. Curses fall from his lips, his finger running up and down your seam. Back and forth, back and forth before he shoves a finger inside you. It’s not enough. You want so much more. Need it. Your Benny, your boyish, chaotic and mean Benny boy knows exactly what you need. Pulling his finger out only to shove three in, you keen, hands running up his neck and into hair. You huff, pushing his backwards cap off, the blonde locks falling free. Your hips are moving on their own, fucking yourself on his hand. He curves his fingers, reaching up in a ‘come here’ motion, and you tumble over the edge.

“You’re easy tonight,”

“‘I’m always easy for you.”

Benny laughs. “Only me?”

“Yeah, Benny.”

You see the flash of his smile before his lips are crashing against yours. He undoes his belt, pulling his pants down far enough to spring himself free. Your breath catches as you stare down at him. He’s leaking, hard, and throbbing. You pull yourself up as high as you can head lifting to look at him. His pupils are blown, black encompassed by a tight blue ring. It’s hot in the cab, sweat slicking up every inch of available skin. You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his skin and he shivers. Your knees bump against the buckles, as you hover over him. His dick nudges the soaked folds of your cunt.

“Come on baby,” you say softly, lowering yourself down. “Wreck me, I can take it.”

And you know he wants to. Can feel the pent up energy from the fight vibrating his very being. He’s always keyed up after a match, but if he's won? There was no stopping him.

“You’re too good to me, honey,” his voice is thick with want.

Slowly you sink down onto him. He’s almost too big. The head of cock snags at your entrance, causing you to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, working yourself slowly until you’re at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” You hiss as he bucks, you had given him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Benny,” you whine, forehead resting against his.

He nods. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are slow, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and lift your head. “There you are, my pretty girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips and ride him nice and slow. You’re waiting for him to break. Any minute now. You go from circling your hips to lifting yourself up and down. He muffles out curses, hands gripping your hips to help you set a pace. It’s not a nice one. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Benny, fuck,”

“What do you need, honey?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it, need you.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Stay with me. Ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. You never got your water after that set. Sighing, he’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your walls. You love every minute of it.

He hasn’t started yet. Not really, but your orgasm takes you by surprise. The rough graze of his pants against your clit. You know that your thigh is going to have his buckle imprinted on it. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. Heavy breaths that fog the windows. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him firmly plant his feet, delivering a sharper thrust that nearly has your head hitting the top of the cab. He mumbles a shitty apology (clearly not sorry at all) but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You gonna come for me again, honey?”

Benny knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. He loves when you get like this, even better when you’ve asked for it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless–he’s your only savior.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Benny is right there. He holds you into place, stubble grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls back against the seat, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.

“Always.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here, honey.”

“I know, still. Heard your fight was a good one.” You lightly run a finger over his brow making sure not to touch the stitching.

“It was. Wouldn’t have gotten hit if my lucky charm had been there.” His words make you grin. “But lo and behold, I walk into the damn bar and there you are. Hell in a basket just makin’ a racket.”

You laugh, lifting your head to kiss him. Both of you jump when someone bangs against the hood of the truck. You press yourself tighter against Benny.

“If you guys are done fucking, I’d like to go home.”

Your eyes widen. Will. Benny laughs and pulls your shirt down over your head. You adjust your skirt, watching Benny as he fixes his pants. He looks back at you, sunshine pouring out of his smile.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you’re mean. You’re mean and you’re mine.”

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Are You Alone? | Benny Miller One-Shot

Pairing: Benny Miller x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.4k | AO3 Link

Benny Miller Masterlist

Summary: You take a girls’ trip and Benny misses you.

Warning: Think of this as a combo platter - you get a little fluff, a little angst, and a little smut. Benny Miller comes with his own warning. This is an established relationship and these two like their terms of endearment. There is a brief mention of a parent's illness. Mutual masturbation. Sexting. Body insecurity. There are also some Spanish phrases thrown in. If you have any questions let me know!

Header images are to set a vibe.

A/N: Although this is part of the “Are You On Mute” series (Part 1 and Part 2), this can be read as a standalone. I should be writing other things but Garrett Hedlund posted a bunch of photos on Instagram this week and well…this is what happened. 

“Oops, look what you stepped under,” Benny grinned, his arm behind his back so you knew he was up to something.

You furrowed your brows together, “Bun. What are you up to?”

With a swift move, he swung his arm up and over your head suspending a sprig of mistletoe inches above your forehead. This was your first holiday season as a married couple and he was fully in the spirit. He’d gone a bit overboard buying decorations for the house, including an elaborate light display for the outside complete with a synced musical accompaniment. 

“You gotta kiss me, sweetheart, it’s the rule,” his eyes trailed up to look at the mistletoe before cocking his head to the side and grinning.

You playfully rolled your eyes and pressed up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss, which of course he deepened immediately. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. 

“I have to finish packing,” you said as you reluctantly pulled away from him. 

“You sure I can’t come with?” Benny exaggeratedly pushed out his lower lip, his blue eyes working overtime to aid in his pout.

“Baby, c'mon don't do that,” you rested your hands on his chest, playing with the pendant hanging from his silver chain. “We haven't had a girl's weekend in forever. Mom's feeling so good this year and my tias and cousins are coming in too. Besides, you know my sister could use the break from the kids,” you chuckled.

“I'm still going to miss you,” he murmured looking down, running his hands up and down your sides.

“I'll be back before you know it, Bun, and then we can do all the fun Christmas stuff you want. I'm sure you and the guys will figure out something fun to do while we're gone.”

Benny had a whole list of fun events around town and beyond that he wanted to go to with you; he was trying to make up for last year which was a bit of a blur. Between medical appointments for your mom and hospital visits, it wasn’t a festive and fun time. Instead, it was a time filled with stress and worry. Luckily you had your sister, her family, and Benny, of course.

One thing your mom loved to do to pass the time while she was in the hospital was talk about all of the trips she wanted to take. She kept coming back to New York City around the holidays. Seeing the tree at Rockefeller Center, going ice skating, and attending a Broadway show were among some of the things she had long dreamed of doing ever since she was a little girl. 

At first, you placated her and listened to her dreams. You didn’t want to promise her anything. Frankly, you didn’t want to give yourself the hope that you’d be able to take the trip with her after all. But as the months passed, she started responding to the treatments and getting stronger. When Benny would come to visit, she’d his ear off about all of the places she wanted to go and how she wanted to be well enough to attend your wedding. 

Your wedding day was an emotional day for so many reasons. Seeing your mom well and having fun, smiling, and dancing with your husband made it a memory you know will live on with you for the rest of your life. As if it couldn’t get any better, during the reception, Benny surprised her with the trip of her dreams. He planned the whole thing without you knowing, getting help from Santiago and Frankie’s girlfriend among others. 

Now the time had come to go on this amazing trip and he was moping around, following you around the house like a lost puppy. 

“I need you to make sure it looks like Christmas threw up in this house by the time I’m back ok?” You stroke his cheek and he presses his face into your hand and kisses your palm.

“Ok boss lady, I got my orders,” he winked.

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Benny: I haven’t gotten a photo in a while 😞

You smirked at your phone. With the finishing touches of your outfit done, you move to the full-length mirror of your hotel room to try and figure out a pose. You held the phone at different angles, trying to see what would be the most flattering angle.

“Oh my god, do you just want me to take it for you?” Your sister chimed in. You thought she was still getting ready, but instead, she had been silently watching you from the corner of her bed.

“Ugh no, I … I think this one is fine.”

“Oh stop it. You look hot and he’s going to lose his mind.”

You were dressed in a white turtleneck dress, a long brown coat with brown knee-high boots complete with some jewelry Benny had gotten you. Taking a deep breath, you decide to just pick a photo and hit send. Nearly instantly you get a response.

Benny: Ok hot mama! 🥵

Benny: What are you ladies getting up to tonight?

You: Thank you 😘 we’re going to dinner and we’ll see where the night takes us

Benny: Ooo, you girls gettin wild?

You: 🙄 how wild can I get with my mom and tias?

Benny: You really want me to answer that? How drunk were you at our wedding?

You: Fair. Idk, Mari will probably find something for us to do after, it’s our last night so we’ll see

You: What are you boys getting up to?

Benny: Hanging out, the weather is so nice. We have that fire pit Will wants to try so we’ll hang out, watch the game. 

Benny: May have some cigars. 😏

You instantly press your thighs together and bite your lip. Ever since one particular guy’s night, cigars bring up a very distinct visual for you.

You: Well, seems like you boys will have fun. I miss you.

Benny: I miss you so much too. I want more pictures of my hot wife tonight 😉

“C’mon, Mari is downstairs and mom just said they’re headed down.” Your sister snapped you out of your bubble and you both rushed to get downstairs.

Dinner was pleasant, you all splurged on an expensive place reasoning that there was a lot to celebrate. As the meal wound down and the wine bottles were drained, everyone started talking about how to keep the party going. Your cousin Mari was tasked with looking up nearby swanky bars and lounges; she had a knack for always finding the trendiest places thanks to her incessant use of TikTok. 

“Ooo I found a spot!” She turned her phone to you and your sister, who leaned over you to see the video.

“Fun! Looks like a good spot. Mom! You good with keeping it going?” Your sister called across the table to your mother.

“Claro mija! Vamos!”

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Benny walked into the kitchen. He offered to grab more beers, figuring it would be a good opportunity to sneak away and text in peace. 

“You miss her don’t you?” Benny turned around to see his brother-in-law leaning in the doorframe of the kitchen. 

Benny nodded, “Yeah. I’m glad they’re having fun. They deserve it.”

“It’s ok to miss her Ben. I miss my wife too,” he smiled, walking over to pat Benny’s shoulder. “It looks amazing in here, she’s going to love it,” he said looking around at all of the decorations Benny has put up with the guys’ help today.

“Thanks, man.”

“C’mon, everyone’s waiting outside.”

Benny grabbed a couple of six-packs from the refrigerator and followed his newest brother outside. They walked up just in time. Santiago was passing out cigars as Frankie fussed with the TV to get the game on. Benny leaned back in his Adirondack chair, resting his head on the back of the chair when an idea popped into his head.

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Your phone buzzed in your clutch but before you could grab it your sister shoves her phone in your face. “Mira! The boys are lookin' good tonight!” She showed the phone off to the group of ladies who all whistled in agreement.

She wasn’t wrong. Your brother-in-law snapped a selfie with Benny and the rest of the boys in the background. Benny threw up an ironic peace sign which made you laugh. But damn, did he look good. 

He had on a black T-shirt underneath an open blue and white flannel shirt, the glimmer of his chain visible underneath his shirt. Of course, he wore his trusty baseball cap, backward. It looked like he hadn’t shaved since you left and you bite your lip remembering how it feels when he’s between your legs.

Remembering that you too received a text, you unlock your phone and see a message from Benny.

Benny: You girls having fun?

You: Yea! We made it to this bar that’s been super fun! Mom is having a blast.

You: OMG you know that actor you like from Cliff Beasts? He’s in the booth next to us!

Benny: No shit! 

You: Yea! He’s soooo nice. Once he found out we were celebrating mom he bought us a couple of bottles and danced with her too lol

Benny: That all he did?

You: He’s here with his girlfriend who is super sweet by the way.

You: I miss youuuuu

A few minutes late, your phone buzzes again. When you open up your messages, you see a photo of Benny, leaning back in his chair with a cigar in his teeth, his other hand resting on his hat. The smolder he’s giving sends an electric pulse straight to your core. The man is a menace.

“Ay, papi chulo!” 

You’d been staring at the photo for so long, that you hadn’t realized that your tias were looking over your shoulder at your phone. 

“Mijita, Benny es guapisimo!”

“Lo se. He’s pretty handsome, isn’t he? If you excuse me, chismosas,” you winked and moved to sit on another couch away from prying eyes. Everyone gave you a hard time but you smiled and took the good-natured teasing.

You: You’re lookin’ good babe! 😍 Ugh I miss you so much. I wish you were here.

Benny: I miss you too. I feel like you owe me a photo now too.

You: I sent you one earlier silly.

Benny: Yeah, but I want to see what you look like right now.

You snap a quick silly selfie - duck lips while winking.

Benny: How’d I get so lucky?

You: Babe, the guys are going to give you a hard time if you keep talking with me.

Benny: Nah, they’re too wrapped up in the game to care about what I’m doing.

Benny: I think you should send me another picture…but not of your face 😜

Rolling your eyes, you propped your elbow on the couch holding your head there to think. 

“I’m gonna go pee,” you announced to the group, who waved at you in acknowledgment as they went back to laughing and telling stories.

On the walk to the bathroom, you debated what you wanted to do. Before anything, you needed to make sure Benny’s phone wasn’t out in the open. 

You: Are you alone? Can anyone see your phone right now?

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Benny sat up straight in his chair upon receiving the latest text. He knew he was a bit bold in his ask, not wanting to take you away from your time with your family, but he also wanted to be a bit greedy. 

He cleared his throat, “Anyone need a refill? I’m gonna go inside.” He didn’t wait to hear anyone’s response, already making his way back inside, missing the smirks his brother-in-law and Will were exchanging as he walked away.

Benny: I’m back inside, grabbing another beer. 

The little chat bubbles started and stopped, the anticipation of what he was about to receive building. 

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Luckily, the bathroom stalls were rather spacious but you still weren’t sure what the hell you were about to do. You wanted to tease Benny a bit, so you decided to lift your dress so that he could see the bra and underwear set you had on - one of his favorites. 

You snapped a few photos, dropping your dress back down as you quickly reviewed them. You debated what to say, writing and deleting a series of what you hoped were flirty one-liners. In the end, you decided to let the photo talk for itself.

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“Fuck me,” Benny exhaled as his eyes go wide at the sight on his phone screen. He quickly saved it and then promptly zoomed in to inspect things further. He got a bit of a thrill knowing that you’d left your group to send this photo to him. It also doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re wearing one of his favorite sets underneath your dress.

You: Was that ok?

“Dammit, Ben,” he chastised himself. He had been staring at the photo for so long, he forgot to respond. He knew you’d probably been agonizing over sending this in the first place, wondering how it was going to be received. Looking out the window onto the backyard, he sees the guys engrossed in conversation, so he figured he wouldn’t be missed if he was gone just a bit longer. He ran down the hallway to his room, closing the door behind him and double-checking that it was locked.

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The time waiting for Benny’s response was spent agonizing over every imperfection in your photo, wondering if he was noticing the stretch marks or the puffiness of your lower stomach.

You held your breath as you saw a notification pop up that you had a message. Opening it up, you felt your cheeks get warm looking at what Benny sent you. He’d gone back to his room, you recognized the comforter he was lying on, the one you picked out. 

Benny: See what you did?

Along with the text was a photo of him from the waist down. Your mouth watered, seeing that he clearly was excited and very much turned on by what you sent. Before you’re able to think of something to send back you get another message, this time a video.

Your mouth was agape as you watched what Benny sent you. He had already unbuckled his belt and undone his jeans. When the video started, he was stroking up and down on his cock. You watched it all the way through and then played it again, bringing the phone up to your ear to see if he’d added any audio. And boy was there audio. He was telling you how beautiful you looked, how much he liked this little naughty side of you, and how much he wished he was there to take you into a bathroom himself and have his way with you. 

You: Babe! This is hot…

Benny: Yeah? 

Benny: You still alone?

You: Yeah…

Benny: Then show me how hot it got you

You bit your bottom lip, the slick pooling in between your legs. You needed to get some relief, so you leaned against the stall door and reached down into your underwear. Collecting the wetness, you thread your fingers up your folds to your clit, teasing it and wishing it was Benny’s fingers instead of yours. It wasn’t the best angle, but you took a quick photo to send him as you kept going. The next thing you knew, your phone vibrated in your hand. Benny was calling you.

You cleared your throat as you slid the talk button to answer, “Mhmm, yeah?”

He lets out a low grunt, “Fuck baby, you’re really getting yourself off in the bathroom stall aren’t you?”

“C-can’t help it, B, you…fuck…that video was so hot.”

“You thinking of me while you’re touching yourself?”

“Mmmhmm.” You shuddered a bit as you heard his low chuckle.

“I’m thinking of you too baby. Wishing I had you here with me.”

Despite the music bumping outside in the bar the bathroom was rather quiet so you were trying to stifle your moans to not alert any of the other patrons.

“Me too,” you whispered as you heard a group bust into the bathroom, cracking up and gossiping about who knows what. You figured Benny could hear the ruckus on the other side of the door.

“Guess we have company don’t we?” 

“Y-yeah.”

“Ok, I know you can’t talk babe, don’t worry. Is it ok if I keep going?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Ok, and I need you to keep your fingers going too.” He let out a shaky breath, the breath you knew so well, which meant he was getting closer. “I’m so happy you took the day off tomorrow, we’re going to need to make up for some lost time.”

You let out a whimper, already anticipating what was in store for you. He continued to go into detail about the different ways he was going to take you apart and what he wanted you to do to him. Hearing him be so descriptive was new and unexpected. It didn’t take long before you heard his release on the other side of the phone. It was enough to push you over the edge as you bit your hand to stifle a moan.

Your legs felt like jelly and you were panting. It took a few moments for you to gather yourself and put the phone back to your ear. “Bun? You there?”

He took a deep breath, “Yeah. I’m here baby. Sorry, I kinda blacked out for a second,” he laughed. “Fuck, that was so hot.”

You giggled, “Yeah it was. Hey, I…uh…I should probably get back. And you too. I’ll text you when I get back to the room ok?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Have a good rest of your night. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

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Benny quickly cleaned himself up and threw his pants back on, rushing to return to the group outside. Before he went to open the patio door, he remembered the reason for his trip inside in the first place. He ran over to the refrigerator, grabbed a couple of cans of beer, and made his way back outside.

Santiago was the first to address him. “Jesus, Ben. I thought you left and went to the ABC store.”

“Nah, he was inside talking to his girl,” Will nodded with a smirk.

“Ohhhh. Well, you do look more relaxed Ben, good for you,” Santiago winked. “Looks like you missed a spot,” he pointed down to Benny’s T-shirt and the white spot near the bottom. 

“Fuck,” Benny tried to wipe it away as the guys laughed. 

“Just please tell me you went to your room, right?” Will asked as Santiago cracked up even more.

“Hey, hey, hey. You two are ones to talk,” Frankie chimed in, coming to Benny’s defense. Santiago scoffed and was about to reply before Frankie cut him off, “I know, me too. We’ve all had some uh…fun…with technology,” he smirked.

“I guess, I should make plans to stay over at Miranda’s tomorrow then, huh? Ow!” Will dodged an empty beer can that Benny playfully tossed at him. 

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You cleaned yourself up and weaved back through the crowd to get back to your booth. One of your cousins was regaling the group in a story so you thought you were able to slink back unnoticed. But your sister watched you like a hawk, a sly smile on her face. You rolled your eyes as she grabbed her drink and plopped down next to you.

“Sooo…feeling more relaxed?” She knocked your forearm with her elbow. 

“How’d you know?”

“Bitch, seriously?! You were so,” you shushed her so she whispered the rest, “you were so fucking obvious. Pressing your thighs together. Takes one to know one sis,” she winked. “You forget that I was in a long-distance relationship for like a year. We had to get…creative.”

You brought your hands to your ears, “Ew stop, I don’t want to think of you two having phone sex!”

“Who had phone sex?” Mari perked up, which drew the attention of the group.

You wanted to sink into the couch and disappear as everyone’s eyes turned to you. “My mom is here Mari, what the fuck!”

“Oh stop it, mija! You’re a big girl. Besides, I want some grandkids!”

Everyone whooped and giggled as you buried your head in your hands, laughing at the ridiculousness of this whole situation.

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