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coweye · 5 months ago

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Commitment Issues - Part 10

Pairing: Benjamin Miller x Reader Words: 6k 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.

A/N: I'm a piece of shit when it comes to updating, I know this. You know this, but its finally fucking done. I hope it gives you all the feels it gave me writing it and thankyou for sticking with me. ily all.

I have rewritten the whole fic, slight changes to the story but nothing major, if you need a refresh cause its been a while might I suggest ✨this one✨ instead. It is now in 2-handy-dandy easy to find parts.

➢fic masterpost PREVIOUS PART

“Everything is looking good - your perineum has healed very nicely.” Dr Clarke announced from her sensitive position between your stirruped knees. The doctor pushed herself back on her rolling stool as she began to remove her gloves to dispose of them before she turned to you with a cheerful smile. “I’m happy to sign you off with a clean bill of health, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but to return her infectious grin after, of course, you lifted your legs from the stirrups to allow for a smidge more dignity.

“So… Sex? I’m all good?”

“Yes, Y/N, you’re all cleared for sex. It's been seven weeks since your labour and everything looks good, no pain. Obviously if that changes during and you get any red discharge, well, just make sure you keep an eye on it and get in touch if anything worries you. ”

That was two hours ago and you weren’t ashamed to admit you were already in the middle of an everything bath. Every surface of your body was buffed smooth and slowly being moisturised by the bath bomb fizzing away.

A glass of red wine sat on the ledge, as you lay back basking in the candle light despite it being midday.

Tonight was the night. For weeks on end you had fallen asleep aching and whilst clitorial stimulation was a powerful thing, nothing could replace that beautiful cock inside of you, stretching you to your limit making you cry for… Ahem.

It had been a somewhat gradual development over the past six weeks; your transformation into a teenage boy with uncontrollably raging hormones.

The deprivation had amounted in essence to a month and half of edging and you were one bad afternoon away from mounting Ben’s leg like a bitch in heat.

Benny was resolute in his decision and had apparently saint-like (read as masochistic) restraint and would not go any further until he had confirmation from your doctor that it was safe, nevermind that you were a highly trained combat medic who knew her own body.

Despite his refusal to go past third base, the two of you had become reacquainted in your dating period, he’d been at the back of your throat more nights than you could count and you were so desperate to feel him inside you again.

Sure, you’d come more times than you could count in the past two weeks - Benny ate pussy like the fucking champ he was. The man had made you come on his tongue three times in one night and yet when you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, your insides felt hollow.

It was like having a prime rib in front of you and only being able to eat the french fries. Sure, they were salty and delicious but they didn’t fill you up quite the same way.

So, when you heard the front door open downstairs you were elated.

The pounding of Benny's feet as he took the steps two at a time was music to your ears and your good mood continued as after a minute of searching for you he began to open the bathroom door.

There he found you in a bath full of bubbles, in what you hoped was a seductive pose with your elbows poised on the tub - your collar bones were popping in the very least.

“Well.. hello.” Benny gave you a sleazy smirk as he advanced. Leaning over the bath to greet you with a deep kiss. And boy, was it deep - you could taste his coffee order on his tongue as it swept leisurely against your own. When he had finally had his fill, he pulled back if only slightly, resting his forehead against yours and crouching next to the tub.

“You look like a goddamn angel.” He whispered, running a thumb down your spine gently caressing every sud covered joint. “All good at the docs? Everything where it should be?”

“She gave me a clean bill of health.” You tell him, slightly disappointed with the mood change but as always overwhelmed by the concern he held for you.

“You tell her about your ankles?”

“Please, Ben. Let's not talk about my swollen ankles, right now.” You wrapped your wet arms around his neck and pulled him forward with every intention of having him join you in the tub.

“Woah, tiger. Did you forget? It’s Santiago’s Bon Voyage party! He’s waiting downstairs with Mag’s.” He grinned as he pulled away, training sweats now covered in bubbles.

Unable to stop yourself, you pouted. “Ben, if we had a party every time that man leaves the US we’d never stop being drunk. Come join me, please?” Ben’s brows furrowed for a moment and you dared to believe you'd won before a second, much more annoying voice, chimed in from the hallway.

“Now that is hurtful mi corazón!”

Benny chuckled as you rolled your eyes. He used your momentary distraction to pull away, stood to his full height and turned the bathroom lights on.

“You ruined my bath.” You sighed as you pulled yourself up and turned on the shower to rinse yourself. “I had so many juicy scenarios of us, that funnily enough all ended with you soapy and glistening.”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell me about them?” Benny smirks as he begins shaving.

“You're really not gonna join me?” You pout yet again.

“Baby, if I go anywhere near you whilst your tits look like that, I won’t leave this house tonight.”

It's the eye contact that gets you, it makes your knees weak and that near constant ache flare up. With a huff you shut the water off, you were slow as you climbed out of the bath, in part because you didn’t want to slip and die, the other; a seductive dance.

Benny was doing his best to ignore you and stick to his task, though you could see his eyes follow you in the mirror, especially as your breasts bounced as you hopped your leg out of the tub.

Granted, not quite as graceful as you imagined, yet it didn’t seem to matter to him one iota.

Slowly, with the towel as a prop you took your time to dry off, you ran it along every inch of your entirely exposed flesh, watching as his enraptured eyes followed its path.

Completely unable to help yourself, you leaned forward, pressing your bare breasts up against his arm. Your hands wrapped around the long bottle of cocoa butter as you backed away innocently.

As you were yet to get a rise out of him, you decided to raise the stakes in an all out act of war. Under the guise of hanging your towel up on the rack beside the bath, you turned on your heel.

With your back now exposed to him, in one fluid movement you bent at the waist, exposing everything to the father of your child.

It was a cruel wanton decision.

At his inhale, you knew you’d met your mark, so, as if you weren’t currently splayed out showing him your pussy, you began rubbing your cocoa butter into your newly smooth legs despite the less than ideal position for lotioning.

Once your legs were thoroughly lotioned, you looked over your shoulder to see Benny’s eyes trained on your exposed pussy, almost salivating at your incorrigible offering.

A part of you was happy, he was finally feeling what you had been non-stop for three months.

With that thought in mind, your brain cooked up a delicious little plan.

Benny, as unrestrained as you currently were, driven to the edge over and over unable to tumble the precipice. He’d be an animal. The one he usually reserved for the fights. The ravaging wouldn’t quite be the love making he wanted but it would soothe the ache deep inside you.

Utterly resolved, you stood back up. You moved the bottle from palm to palm, suggestively stroking the phallic shape. He was completely entranced in your seduction, you were half convinced he’d completely forgotten Santiago's name as he watched your every movement with lust laden eyes.

As you reached across like before and your erect nipple brushed his bare arm, he turned to you. You placed the bottle back in its spot before you looked up at him.

“Ooh Baby, you cut yourself,” Slowly, all whilst maintaining eye contact your tongue brushed the pad of your thumb. Rising up on your tippy toes, your nipples barely brushing against his t-shirt clad chest, you wiped the line of blood from his chin. “Careful, love. I don’t want my seat to be hacked to pieces for later.”

Benny was, to put it lightly, stunned.

It was fair to say, Benjamin had always been the aggressor in your encounters.

It wasn’t so much that you were shy around the topic of sex, it was just that Benny was so outgoing. He told you what he wanted, not with words so much but with his body - that wasn’t to say that he didn’t have a dirty mouth to boot, but he was always the first to make a move and you liked it that way.

This new desperate need had bought out a side of you neither had seen before and if the jostled mess of a Miller you left in your wake was any indication, you both liked it.

Unfortunately instead of being pounded into your head board until you couldn’t walk straight as you should by all rights currently be doing, you were sat in Will’s lounge nursing your third glass of merlot openly eye fucking the father of your child.

In your defence, you had not hidden your desire to leave and for the most part everyone was pretty understanding, except for Benny.

Who refused to leave or acknowledge you.

You were frustrated - no - you had passed frustrated two weeks ago; you were furious.

It had been three hours, you’d made the small talk, your daughter had been paraded around her doting uncles and the party herd had thinned to your inner circle.

You loved Santiago so much, but even he understood; a girls gotta eat.

Consider it a by-product of three months of edging or maybe it was just plain childish revenge but his refusal to leave made you want for him to feel as desperate and as needy as you had been.

So, you constructed your three point plan.

Turn him on

Leave him wanting more

Reap the benefits

It wasn’t a difficult plan, sure.

In theory giving the father of your child blue balls was pretty straight forward, but it was complicated when he was very deliberately avoiding looking your way; It seemed you’d made quite the impression in the bathroom.

A burst of feminine pride overtook you at the thought of that and it gave you the courage for your first step.

Eavesdropping, you joined Val and Santi’s conversation by the wine table. You were in the direct eye line of Benny, where he was currently talking with Frankie, Will and would you believe it- Jen from Christmas!

(It seemed like they had a cute little ‘will they/won’t they’ thing going on and you were here for it. )

As you filled your glass with the dregs of the bottle you joined their conversation, it was about Santi’s plans in Australia. Now you didn’t believe the majority of them as he used the word retire about six times, but you were happy he was happy, and that was enough.

You’d almost forgotten your plan as you laughed with your friends, gossiping about Will and Jen.

“I really hope they make it this time.” Val sighed heavily to the two of you. “She makes him so happy. It’s nice to see him smile!”

“I’m sure they will, they keep finding their way back to one another.” You added.

“Plus, she’s great in bed.” Both women fixed Santi with a glare, he had the wrong crowd. “Will. Will told me she’s great in bed. Ladies, ladies - I would never do that to my boy.”

Rolling your eyes at your friend's joke, you surveyed the room.

Ben still wouldn’t look your way and you felt that was unlikely to change any time soon. You were racking your brain for ideas on how to wind him up and short of a bend and snap you were coming up empty.

At least, that was, until you saw the table.

You see, Marianna had a multipack of suckers, open on the coffee table in front of the couch she was currently watching her iPad on.

Abandoning your glass of wine after politely excusing yourself, you took one and sat beside the child who paid you very little heed as you plopped down.

Unwrapping a strawberry flavoured pop, you brought it to your lips.

Benny was deliberate in his avoidance of eye contact, however, your eyes must have burnt a hole in his head as finally his eyes swept to the right, almost as a scan of the perimeter. They caught your own and the image you must have painted… your lips were slick with saliva and strawberry syrup.

Your tongue wantonly ran along the pop whilst you maintained your very best bedroom eyes, it was difficult to do whilst also making sure Marianna never looked your way.

A good thing too because you wouldn't be able to cover the fee of therapy for the young girl.

Slowly you placed the lollipop back in your mouth, wetting it once again with your tongue. As you pulled it back out you made sure your lips dragged along the surface.

Benny stared at you as if you were prey, his hands tightened on his beer bottle as his chest moved in heavy deliberate breaths.

Your pièce de résistance to bring it home is when you stuck your tongue out and bobbed it across. It was positively vulgar the way your spit dragged behind the ball, but Benny was mesmerised, which just so happened to draw Will and Jen’s attention.

Very quickly your tongue was back in your mouth and your lollipop was resting on the inside of your cheek.

“Really, Y/N? You’re a mother and Mari’s right there!” Will huffed with your daughter in his arms, before he turned back to Ben. “Seriously Ben-”

Happy with your display you turned to Marianna, wrapping an arm around her. “What we watchin’?”

Will had gone back to fawning over Maggie and Benny’s eyes strayed your way once more. You shot a second wink at the man who had driven you to this insanity, deciding to be kind - well, kinda - You removed the pop from your mouth and with one clean swipe, licked all of the strawberry residue from your lips and promptly placed the lollipop between your molars and bit down, cleaving the treat in two. You couldn’t resist smiling innocently as you chobbled the hard candy, you couldn’t help the pride you felt as he discreetly attempted to rearrange his trousers.

After being caught by Will and catching up with Marianna on the goings on of JoJo Siwia you headed over to Val, Santi and Jen with every intention of saving the new arrival.

However your journey across the room was interrupted by Margaret and it wasn’t truly until you raced over to comfort your crying daughter that you came to the realisation that the man you loved was a monster.

You were at Frankie’s side after a mere moment, her wails pierced your soul.

“I think she's hungry.” Frank murmured whilst stroking her head and whispering in Spanish that was both too quick and quiet for you to make out, however Margaret’s cries had died down into whines. “Bottles in the bag?”

“I think Ben left it out in the hall. You good with her?” You smile gratefully when he didn’t dignify it with a response, only cradling her closer and whilst patting her nappy clad butt rhythmically.

You were in the coat cupboard under the stairs, searching through the coats and bags as you whispered distractedly to yourself. “Where’s your daddy put the diaper bag, Mags?”

The door creaked closed behind you, curious, you turned towards the noise and before your brain could even process the fact it was a trap, Benny had you pinned up against the wall with a hand over your mouth.

A coat hook dug into your L3 yet as he pushed his hardened cock against your thigh; you can’t find it in you to care.

“What you did in the bathroom was mean. What you did with the lollipop was even meaner. Now I’ve gotta’ be the meanest and you don’t know how much I wanna take you home and-” He grunted into your neck.

“Mggie-mmmhgry–” You interrupted beneath his hand. He released your mouth and you repeated. “Maggie’s hungry.”

Benny ignored you entirely and began devouring your low neckline. “I was in the kitchen making her a bottle, mama.”

“God-” Your eyes clenched shut as his mouth explored the expanse of your throat “You’re such a good daddy, baby.”

He goes rigid.

For a solitary moment, you’re not sure if it's a good rigid or a bad one.

Then he bit your lip.

“Oh. You like it when I call you Daddy?” You whispered, pulling away from his mouth for a moment, before you joined your lips again. You had begun grinding your thigh into his bulge, phase one of your plan.

In between hot kisses, you reached down and undid his trouser button. Your hand was sliding into his pants and wrapped around his member before he even knew what was happening. You had switched positions, now his back was up against the opposite wall and you were in control.

Benny’s head fell back as you teased him. You dropped your mouth to his neck, kissing and biting the chorded muscle there as he rested his head. Eyes squeezed shut as he wrestled for control.

His gasps were completely wrecked. Part of you felt vindicated; he now knew what you had suffered for the past few weeks. The desperate need for release.

Benny sounded insanely close already just from a dry handjob in his brother's coat closet. You almost felt bad when, alas, just like that, you pulled your palm away.

“Y/N?” His voice was dazed as his eyes opened and his breathing remained ragged.

“It was a real dick move making us stay so long.” You pouted angrily, though there was no real heat behind your words as your body stayed pressed against his. “You don’t even know how wet I’ve been for the past five hours,”

Taking his strong lithe hands in yours - one of your favourite parts of him, back before you discovered a few new favourites - and lifted your dress. He was like a rag doll, pliable. You’d never seen Benny Miller so… submissive.

He groaned as you lifted your dress to reveal your bare core. His two fingers looked giant as your much smaller ones guided him down, of course he helped, eager for anything you’d give.

It had been a while and despite the labour you were incredibly tight, but your arousal more than lubricated the way. You were positively aching as his fingers dipped straight inside your channel. The groan was that of a tortured man as he felt the sheer amount of slick. He had bent down, his head resting on your shoulder for better purchase.

Benny seemed to remember himself as he delved deeper, now scissoring his two fingers inside you.

You’re big enough to admit that as you gave a gasp of pleasure, you were tempted to abandon the plan entirely, in favour of riding his cock in the cupboard under the stairs. You grabbed his long hair, your fingers weaving through to his roots. Not pulling, per say but enough that you had regained control. It helped that he had bent slightly to push his fingers deeper inside of you, in what you assumed from the pleasure coursing through your veins was an attempt to reach your cervix, meaning you were now the same height.

Your voice was breathy as he had yet to pause his ministrations. Yet you placed a wet kiss on his lips, nipping at his bottom lip as you parted.

“You’d slip right in, and you’d be so, so deep and delicious and it’d feel so good … but now you’ve gotta wait.”

Your hand grabbed at his forearm, stopping his movements. Ever the gentleman, despite his desperate want, pulled back.

You had yet to release your hold on his forearm as you bought his slick fingers up to your mouth and cleaned them off for him.

Denying yourself the quickie was worth it for the wounded groan of defeat as he pinched his eyes closed with his head thrown back. It almost broke your resolve as he stuffed his still hard cock back in his pants with some difficulty, looking all sad.

Yet you stayed strong and rejoined the party, looking a little frazzled yourself.

One and a half excruciating hours later, when you finally make it through your front door, you are burning for him.

Which coincidentally means that your daughter decides that this is the perfect opportunity for a complete and utter meltdown.

It was like the girl knew and had to throw down one last roadblock to fuck with you. Honestly, you were contemplating abandoning her at a fire station when Benny began rocking the wailing baby against his chest, soothing her cries and crooning softly to her.

“You go up - I’ll get her a bottle.” Benny whispers to you, squeezing your palm. Weekends were important to Ben; giving you time to yourself, after spending all week with the newborn - he utterly cherished the time spent with his girl.

You placed a kiss on his cheek and stroked her head as you passed.

Rushing to the bedroom, you grab a nightie from your drawer, it was the cute one you hadn’t worn in nearly a year. The one with matching, barely there, shorts beneath it. It left just enough to the imagination, not that you imagined you’d be wearing it for long if Benny had his way.

You brush your teeth, your hair and throw on some deodorant for good measure.

Fully prepped you return to your bedroom, no Benny in sight.

Now, it's worth mentioning, you had been turned on for hours at this point. Your core was practically pulsating from watching the father of your child well… father Maggie. But, put it down to the four glasses of merlot or the long nights with a newborn, but as you seductively pose against the pillows waiting for Benny to join you, you find your eyelids become heavier and heavier until you find yourself drifting off into a light sleep.

There’s no telling how long you’ve been asleep, as you have fallen deep into the pillows, no longer sexily poised ready for his arrival. Benny has dipped the warm lights low and Maggie’s white noise machine is soothingly playing Mozart from the bassinet in the corner of the room; it's a perfect night.

“It was selfish of me to wake you up.” Benny’s face is equal parts reverent and guilty as he stares at you, mirroring your position in the pillows. One hand runs up your exposed arm with a delicate soothing touch, one that does little if nothing to soothe you. “You need your sleep, being a total milf must take it out of you.”

“You’d know.” Your voice is thick with sleep and your retort barely makes any sense, but he breathes through his nose, shaking his head at your delirium.

“Go back to sleep baby.” He pulls the covers up over your legs.

For a moment you are stunned; you had literally been edging him all night, and yet he still prioritised your rest.

It was hard to associate him as the man who had broken your heart all those months ago for merely asking for a relationship. Yet it was him who was scared to take that step towards caring for another person. Benny had grown so much, as a father, as a partner; as a man.

He had proven himself time and time again, worthy of the unspoken feelings between you, the three words which the two of you held captive, weighed heavy on your tongue. Despite all of your confessions both of you are too afraid to say them, both as complicated mess of commitment issues as the other.

It wasn’t a game, withholding them, per say. It was fear; plain and simple, to say them, as if those words would somehow make this real. This thing between the two of you, the thing you had been chasing all those months ago, when you had confronted him outside your building.

Benny opens his arms; an invitation you’d be a fool to refuse. His chest is bare and he’s clad only in his underwear. A discovery you’re happy to make as you burrow into his warm toned chest, though you have no intention of sleep anymore.

For a moment, you breathe him in. You take stock of all the hurdles, the hurt and heartbreak, the relief and joy the two of you had gone through to get here. Whilst you may wish you’d taken a less scenic route, you can’t begrudge the pain, because it got you where you are now.

“I love you.” Your voice is thick with both sleep and emotion when you say the words you’ve never spoken romantically to another person.

He goes stiff and you're proud to say, you’re not afraid.

Benny has proven himself.

He has earnt that time, the moment or two he takes to pause, his arms rigid around you in shock at your earnest words.

You trust him with your heart, because he has shown you beyond doubt he would guard it more ferociously than his own.

For your faith he rewards you, grabbing your chin and crushing his lips to your own in a soul rendering kiss. One that holds the words he can’t seem quite able to get out, yet you know he feels as strongly as you.

Benny pulls away and stares at you for a long moment, his blue eyes taking you in as if he’s seeing you for the first time. He manoeuvres you into the downy pillows, so smoothly you’re not entirely sure it wasn’t your idea to move.

Those baby blues glide across your body, taking inventory in a way he’d either never had the time or inclination before. He is revenant in his reintroduction of your anatomy.

Benny’s large hand finds your thighs and pushes them apart so he can take his seat between them. Languidly he crawls above you bearing his weight on his elbows.

He joins your lips once again, though this time he instantly deepens it, his tongue meeting yours as he licks into your mouth.

Those hands you love so much, drag down the expanse of your tummy, sliding into the waistband of your night shorts.

There's a slow drag of his tongue on your bottom lip, as his fingers drag across your soaking wet slit before his two fingers plunge knuckle deep, stretching you with very little resistance.

You let out a deep moan though his hot mouth swallows your cry. You swear you feel his lips curl in a smile against yours.

Evidently Benny remembers your body like the back of his hand, as his fingers curl against your walls in just the right way that has your toes curling. His thumb dips into your heat and gathers your slick, before it finds purchase on your bud.

With military precision he swirls his thumb on your clit and after a few rotations you’re basically a goner. You grab at his hair, as you come hard from just his fingers. His mouth on yours continues to swallow your cries as you ride out your high. When it finally all becomes too much he pulls his sodden fingers from you only to lick them clean. Unable to help yourself, you let out a moan at the wanton show of debauchery. He pulls back for a moment to pull your nightie over your head, leaving you only in your soaked shorts.

He kisses down your chest, nipping and licking along your breasts - his tongue lavishing your nipples in worship. Benny pushes your wet shorts down your hips, ready to dive in head first and devour your core, however, you’ve had six weeks of agonising foreplay, you are eager for this gorgeous man to be inside of you and ease this painful ache.

“Benny… Please, I want you inside of me.” For years to come this will be a point of contention, whether or not you begged for his cock that first time.

But right now, he simply nods pushing himself back up your body, his boxers are kicked down his legs as he makes the journey, desire overflows in your belly, as you look down and see how swollen he is.

Unable to resist you wrap your hand around him, he grunts in surprise as you stroke him.

“Careful.” His voice is strained and you realise your calm and collected Benjamin Miller is as desperate and needy as you.

He crawls up your body and you find yourself in the missionary position, you don't have time to smile at how domestically quaint it is. Before the tip of his cock is rubbing along your clit; once, twice before he lines up and breaches the walls of your cunt.

It's a tight fight and its slow going.

You’re newly healed and he’s considerate, though his commentary makes you think the slow pace may also be for his benefit.

“Fucki- shit– you’re fucking tight angel. Tighter than before - fuck, I’m not gonna last.” Inch by delicious inch, you swallow him up.

“Fuck Benny, I forgot how good you-” His hand covers your mouth as hes finally sheathed fully inside of you - he’s fighting for his life not to come early.

You’re utterly full of him, as your legs wrap around his lithe hips, you’re desperate for him to move.

Finally, he asks; control seemingly regained after a moment or two of splitting you open. “You okay… no pain?”

“I’ll be a whole lot better if you fuck me.” You retort cheekily, to which he grins and kisses you hard as his hips pull back nearly all the way before he spears you with his cock.

Benny’s thick member drags against your walls, making your eyes roll back at the sheer size of him; your fingers and toys hadn’t done him justice.

Benny’s hand dips to your cunt, seeking out your bundle of nerves. Which he finds with a combination of his expert touch and his intricate knowledge of your body.

Driving hard into you, you feel the pressure building again, before a tidal wave of pleasure overtakes you.

“Fuck, Benny…” You have enough about you to remember to whisper as you plea. “Oh fuck- I’m gonna come.”

“Let go, Angel.” He continues his steady rhythm continuing to grind his cock deep inside of you. It hits you like a truck as your whole body clenches around him - a guttural moan leaves your body and your legs lock around his body whilst your heels find purchase in the dimples above his ass.

Benny’s pace slows but doesn’t stop as he leisurely rolls his hips to draw out your climax. He kisses you deeply, his tongue is slow and deliberate as he explores the plains of your mouth. This intimacy had never been afforded to you, this slow love making, it was new terrain and you fucking loved it.

With his cock still buried deep inside of you, Benny pulls away licking along your neck. One hand rises from where it had been leisurely playing with your nipple to push your displaced hair behind your ear.

“You’re fucking gorgeous when you come, your pussy gets so fuckin’ tight.” He tells you, your eyes locking with his baby blues. “...and you’re gonna’ give me another one.”

“Benny … I-” You pant as you’re already straddling the line between pleasure and overstimulation.

He shushes you, as he begins picking up his pace. His filthy words help build you back up to your peak when he suddenly draws back, pushing your knees up against your chest and a pillow under your hips. This new position drives him deeper and harder with his own knees powering his thrusts.

“Fucking sweet mother of-” His hand covers your mouth and your moans are drowned out by Ben’s heavy breathing of exertion and slapping of skin on skin.

“Baby.” He whispers breathily, reminding you of your snoozing dependant in the corner as he continues to pound relentlessly into your core.

Ben's hands grab at your hips holding you in place as you do everything in your power to angle yourself up and get him as deep as you can. You swear your eyeballs have rolled back into your head permanently as your hands find the headboard, pushing yourself back up and into him, somehow he manages to burrow even deeper.

“Fuck -” He grunts, his skin is now bathed in a dew of sweat as his long blonde locks fall forward onto his forehead. His eyes are clenched as he chases his pleasure, still fighting it off so that you get there first.

“Fuck baby … fuck, I need you to come.” Benny groaned. “Give me something nice and tight to come into.”

He needn’t have asked twice.

The combination of his filthy words, the world devastating thrusts making his balls slap rhythmically against your ass and his practised thumb drawing shapes on your clit had your world shattering once more.

Benny buried his face in your neck as he came, filling you up whilst you clenched around him with one hand wrapped in his hair and your toes curling against his chest.

Lingering for a moment, he shifted, keeping himself still inside of you, letting your joints relax either side of you.

The two of you basked in the closeness of one another, time seemed to slow as you lay there stroking Ben Miller's blonde locks as he flourished your chest in kisses with his cock slowly softening inside of you.

Two Months Later

“Ben … come on we’re going to be late! He’s proposing and if we’re not there he’ll kick your ass.”

“Why my ass?” Your boyfriend questions as he walks down the hall whilst simultaneously knotting his tie.

“I’m the mother of his favourite niece, he can’t hurt me.”

“No need to burn Mariana like that, Baby.” He smirks, placing a light kiss on your lips.

“You should’ve heard what that little shit said about my shoes yesterday…” Your feuds with the youngest Morales were both passionate and seemingly never ending.

Grabbing him by the mess of his tie, you undo his shoddy work.

“Who’s holding us up now?!” He huffs, though there's ample teasing behind his tone.

“Oh shush.” You reply whilst you adjust it. Benny's long arms snake around your waist to rest on your lower back before he’s leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

It starts off sweet, honestly! It's nothing more than a peck really, before his tongue presses against your lips and his hands have the meat of your ass squeezed in his palms now somehow underneath your sundress.

Pushing against his shoulders, you remove yourself from temptation.

“Did I tell you you look like a fuckin’ angel today?” He murmurs against your throat as he places kisses along the neckline of your dress. “ … C’mon, back of the truck… we can make it to Will’s next engagement.”

“That’s mean.” You huff, knocking his cap off his head before grabbing the car key and the baby.

He snickers as he grabs his belongings from the dish on the side table preparing to leave the house, it's as you’re just about to cross the threshold with your daughter in your arms that he speaks again.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You pause for a moment utterly stunned at the words you'd been dying to hear for the past 10 years. For all of two seconds you contemplate taking him back upstairs.

“I know.” You simply reply, schooling your face to show none of the emotions currently coursing through your veins.

The booming laugh that follows you out of the house makes absolutely everything worth it.

THE END.

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Could I request for cliche story confident jonah simping over a shy, nerdy girl. Maybe angst in the middle and fluff at the end please? THANKYOU

Hey sweetie! Thanks for this request! It's the cutest 🥰 I actually just finished watching Maxton Hall on Prime Video and loved it. This prompt gave me very similar vibes. I hope you like what I came up with 💖💖 (Sorry it took a few days)

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An Ancient Attraction

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Angst & fluff | 4.3k words | TW: Mentions of an abusive relationship

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Sauntering down the halls with his coat thrown over his shoulder, Jonah had his other arm around his mate Max. Throwing his head back in roaring laughter, you sighed at your locker as you watched him and Max pass. There was something about Jonah, the very essence of him, that bugged you. Perhaps it was because he was obnoxiously snobby and conceited; or perhaps it was because you found him so attractive in spite of that. Either way, he irked you. Not that this affected him in any capacity. You were invisible to him. He'd never so much as even looked your direction. You preferred that it stayed that way.

Unfortunately for you, you did have one class with Jonah. History on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The subject that interested you the least. Jonah was also disinterested in this subject- you could tell by his incessant comments and interruptions.

Taking your seat in class, you prepared for another monotonous period. You looked down at your notebook, opening it to your notes from the previous session. Drawing a divider and writing the date at the top, you started a new bullet point. Your professor Sebastian entered, pulling out the chair behind his desk at the front of the lecture hall.

"Good morning class. There's been a change of plans. Today, instead of lecturing as I normally do, we're going to split up for a group project. I've randomized your names to assign you partners. Pass this list around."

Sebastian walked over to hand the list to a front row student. You sighed again, closing your notebook. You hated group projects and forced socialization. You tapped your fingers on the table, waiting to find out who your designated partner was. When you were finally handed the list, your eyes skimmed down the page, and your mouth fell open in dismay.

No way, you couldn't be that unlucky.

Groaning, you pressed your palms to your eyes.

"Whoa, what's all this then?"

You stilled, slowly pulling your fingers away to open your eyes.

"What?"

You snapped back.

"Why are you groaning? Most people would be delighted to work with me," Jonah scoffed.

His arms were lazily crossed over his chest, and he rolled his eyes. Rounding the table and pulling the chair away from you, he took a seat in it.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not a member of your fan club," you retorted.

"Whatever," Jonah shrugged.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before, so I'm not surprised. You must be new here."

You laughed, and it was your turn to cross your arms over your chest. You shook your head.

"No. No, I'm definitely not new. I've been at this university for a year already, same as you."

Jonah smirked, and shrugged again.

"Well, I suppose you haven't done anything notable."

You contorted your face in anger when your professor spoke up again.

"Alright, now that everyone has their partners, you'll be working on a presentation on your assigned ancient civilizations."

Reading from the paper on his table, Sebastian pointed to the paired partners, listing the assignments. He pointed to you and Jonah.

"(Y/N) and Jonah, you have Mesopotamia."

Nodding your head with your fingers laced on your desk, you tried to steady your breath. It was just a presentation. You could get through this.

Sebastian finished reading off assignments, and let the class begin researching.

"Alright," you turned to Jonah.

"I know this isn't your thing, but I can begin compiling facts about ancient Mesopotamia. Can you handle finding pictures for the presentation?"

Jonah, who was looking down at his phone and not at you, grunted in response.

"Hello?"

You waved your hand at Jonah to get his attention. He sighed, locking his phone, and looking at you impatiently.

"What? I don't do group projects. I only stand up there and look pretty for the presentations," Jonah's lips twisted in a smirk.

You huffed in anger.

"You're ridiculous. Have you ever had to work in your life?"

"No," Jonah chuckled.

"Now that you mention it, not really."

You closed your eyes, rubbing your temples.

"Whatever. Let's just get through class. I'll do all the work for the presentation if you stay out of my way."

You missed it, but Jonah's smug expression slipped momentarily.

"Deal," he agreed.

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Later that night at your flat, you began your research. Clicking on a link to a museum website, you found an interesting article on Mesopotamian artifacts. Scrolling down the page, you saw a picture of the woman who wrote the article. Why did she look familiar? Her title read Museum Archivist, Deb Hauer.

Wait. Hauer?

Pulling up the school website, you typed out a message for Jonah.

Is your mom a Museum Archivist at the Natural History Museum?

You didn't expect a reply tonight, or for at least a couple of days. To your surprise, your school email pinged with a reply only minutes later.

Yes. Why?

You rolled your eyes. You weren't sure if this guy was purposely dense or what.

She wrote an article on Mesopotamian artifacts. She's an expert on this subject. Is there any way I can arrange a meeting with her?

Again, you expected no answer. Again, you were surprised when another message pinged.

What's in it for me?

You sighed. This man was infuriating.

How about an A?

You hit send, and closed your laptop. You got up to go wash your face and brush your teeth before bed. You laid down after, opening your email on your phone. Jonah hadn't replied. You rolled your eyes again, locking your phone and setting it under your pillow. This was going to be a long couple weeks.

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The sun shone through your curtains the next morning. Rolling out of bed and stretching, you picked up your phone with a yawn. Opening your email, you saw a reply from Jonah.

I'll see what I can do. Send me your number on here and I'll text you the details.

Pausing, you contemplated for a moment, but shrugged and typed out your number before hitting send. Getting ready for the day, you didn't think about Jonah anymore. It wasn't until that evening after you'd finished all your classes and returned to your flat that he texted you.

Hey. My mum said she's free tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. to give you a tour and answer any questions. That work for you?

You smiled. You were excited to meet a professional such as herself. You wondered how the apple fell so far from the tree.

Yes, that's perfect. Thanks!

Walking to your closet, you laid out your outfit for the morning. A nice top with a pencil skirt was what you decided on. You wanted to look at least a little professional. Jumping into bed, you couldn't wait to head to the museum in the morning.

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Looking out the taxi window at the huge museum before you, you smiled. Paying the driver, you stepped out, and smoothed down your skirt. Walking up the steps, you felt yourself getting more excited as you approached the entrance. Although history was your least favorite subject, the Natural History Museum always fascinated you with its exhibits. They rotated throughout the year, and were always different and seemingly more interesting every time you visited. You entered the lobby, and walked up to the help desk.

"Good morning," you folded your hands in front of you.

"I believe I have an appointment with Mrs. Hau-"

"(Y/N)!"

You scrunched your brow and turned your head. You spotted Jonah approaching you.

"Hey. I can take you to the section where we're meeting my mum," he glanced to you, then to the receptionist.

"I got her from here. Thanks, Margaret," he nodded.

Margaret smiled at him. You looked between the two curiously for a moment. He could be polite and remember people's names?

The revelation shocked you. Jonah caught sight of your expression, and turned to lead you through the museum. You hurried after him. His legs are much longer than yours, and you were wearing platforms. Jonah weaved through the museum with ease, occasionally checking behind him to make sure you were still there. When he finally came to a stop and sat on a bench in a hallway, you plopped down, out of breath. Jonah turned to you with the corner of his lips quirked.

"Was I walking too fast?"

You shook your head.

"No, it's fine. I have short legs, and heels," you managed.

"Do you know this place well?" You tried to change the subject.

Jonah shrugged, looking ahead.

"I suppose. I've come here a lot over the years with my mother."

You strummed your fingers on your leg.

"So, the whole dumb, popular jock persona is an act? You must've picked up a lot being here all the time," you thought aloud.

Jonah sighed.

"I never said I was dumb. People just assume."

He turned his head back to you.

"Like you did," he pointed out.

You swallowed, your eyes scanning his face.

"I guess I did. I'm sorry. You complain a lot in class, and make jokes like you're completely uninterested. I guess you're a good actor," you laced your fingers around your knee.

"Why would you put on that show if you're not really like that?"

Jonah scrubbed the back of his neck.

"I dunno. Everyone has different ways of camouflaging themselves to fit in I suppose. This is mine."

You nodded, turning your gaze to a poster on the opposite wall from you.

"Are your friends actually your friends if they wouldn't accept the real you?"

Jonah was about to answer when he heard heels hitting the tile flooring. He looked to see his mom walking towards your bench. Standing, he extended a hand to you to help you up. Blinking in surprise for a moment, you quickly grabbed his hand to stand and introduce yourself to his mother. The woman before you smiled warmly. She had dark hair and beautiful blue eyes that you immediately recognized in Jonah.

"Good morning Mrs. Hauer," you outstretched your hand for her to shake. She took it firmly.

"Thank you so much for meeting with me. I'm thrilled to be here," you gave her your best smile.

Mrs. Hauer nodded.

"Thank you for your interest. It isn't often that people outside of this profession are genuinely interested in my work."

"I've always been fascinated by ancient civilizations such as Mesopotamia. This school project gave me an opportunity to explore it is all."

You shook your head, realizing yourself.

"Oh, I apologize. I didn't introduce myself. My name is-"

"(Y/N)," Mrs. Hauer interjected.

"Don't worry, Jonah told me. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Your eyes cut to him, only to find his cutting away from you.

"Come, let's begin our tour," Mrs. Hauer extended her arm for you to pass.

Falling into step beside her, you clasped your hands in excitement. You caught sight of Jonah strolling beside you with his hands casually stuffed in his pockets.

"I wasn't aware you'd be joining us for the tour. I figured you'd leave it to me," you mentioned.

"I planned on staying," Jonah shrugged.

"Jonah has been through this museum many times. He could probably give you a tour himself," Mrs. Hauer smiled proudly.

You smiled back, nodding. You heard Jonah awkwardly clear his throat. His mom's eyes moved past you, and you could only imagine Jonah's expression at this moment. You planned on teasing him about that later.

"Right," Mrs. Hauer led you into a show room with multiple artifacts on display in glass cases.

As she began listing off facts and dates, you jotted notes down on your small notepad. You had a few questions throughout the tour, all of which Mrs. Hauer answered adeptly. You followed her through several more rooms, in total awe of the well-preserved treasures. The whole tour, Jonah quietly trailed behind the two of you with his hands folded behind his back.

He observed your reactions to his mother's extensive knowledge, and he had to quell his laughter at your animated expressions on more than one occasion. He had never noticed you before being partnered with you in class, but now he wondered how in the hell he ever missed you. He assumed that was by your own design. But you're so intelligent, kind, and beautiful. You're so uniquely you, and you're unapologetic about it. Had he been living that far under a rock? Perhaps he'd lost himself in this new persona that he projected.

Jonah snapped himself out of it when he heard his mother say his name.

"What?"

Mrs. Hauer chuckled.

"We're done with the tour, darling. Would you like to show (Y/N) around some more? I have a meeting in about ten minutes," she looked at her watch.

Jonah nodded.

"Sure. Thanks mum."

Mrs. Hauer turned back to you, extending her hand to shake yours again. She put her second hand atop yours.

"It really was a pleasure to meet you. Come back anytime," she flashed a pair of dimples at you.

Damn, this man really takes after his mother.

You thanked her again, and watched her walk to Jonah to give him a kiss on the cheek. What you didn't see, however, was that she also squeezed his hand with a wink. You saw Jonah's throat bob with a swallow. After his mother left, Jonah closed the distance between you.

"Well, we can take a look around, and I'll tell you what I know about the other exhibits," he shrugged.

You smiled with your (e/c) eyes bouncing between his.

"Okay. Your mother's wonderful. Thank you for arranging a meeting for me."

Jonah's breath hitched in his throat. What was this foreign feeling blooming in his gut? He fought to tamp it down.

"It's no problem," he admitted.

"I figured I'd at least put forth a little effort in this partnership."

Fuck. Why did he say that?

"Partnership?"

You repeated the word, tasting it on your tongue, and twisting your face into an amused expression.

"I suppose we are partners," you decided.

"I'll admit, my dread about this whole presentation with you has decreased substantially. So thanks again."

You smiled again, turning to walk down the hallway. Jonah absorbed your words for a moment before he caught up with you. The rest of your visit consisted of Jonah telling you random facts he knew about the museum's other displays. You actually laughed and chatted with him. Who knew that was possible? Beginning to see a whole new world open up before you, you decided that you should leave while you had the chance. Jonah took you back to the entrance of the building.

"I have to get going. Thanks again for arranging the meeting, and for the tour after. You're almost as good of a guide as your mom," you teased.

You swore you saw color rising up Jonah's neck.

"See you in class tomorrow," he replied.

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Thursday morning rolled around, and you were a little more chipper than usual getting ready for the day. You told yourself that it was because you were excited for class, but you knew that it was because of a specific person in class. Breezing through your first couple class periods of the day, you walked to history hugging your textbook. Upon entering the lecture hall, you looked past the rows, and spotted Jonah sitting in the chair beside your usual spot.

"Good morning," you chirped, pulling out your chair.

"Morning," he smiled back, locking his phone, and setting it down on his desk.

The two of you didn't have time to exchange much else as Sebastian entered and began lecturing shortly after. Tapping your pencil against your notebook, you cast your eyes to the side. Jonah was listening to the professor, but taking no notes. You nudged his arm on the table with your elbow.

"What? You're a genius who doesn't need to take notes?"

You whispered.

Jonah smirked in response.

"Something like that."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile that pulled at your lips. The class period rolled by faster than you expected, and you were almost disappointed that you had to leave. The pleasant warmth radiating from the body beside you had no effect on this whatsoever.

The next history lecture passed by in the same fashion, and you were excited to do your presentation with Jonah for the next class. You'd put together an impressive slideshow, and Jonah had access to some stunning images, courtesy of his mother. He had initially texted you some of the pictures, asking if you liked them. You told him they were perfect to go with the flow of the powerpoint. Truthfully, you were giddy anytime you saw his name pop up on your phone. The feeling was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

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The day your presentation was due, you picked out your cutest outfit. You wore the same skirt that you had to the museum, but paired it with a bright blue top today.

"The color will compliment his eyes."

Admonishing yourself for that thought, you hurried out the door. You needed to focus. Your first two lectures of the day couldn't go by fast enough. You were constantly checking the time. Your history period finally rolled around, and you hurried to class.

From the other side of the campus, Jonah walked to lecture with his hand in his pockets. A clap on his back signaled to him that Max caught up with him.

"Oi, why are you in such a hurry to class?"

Jonah scoffed.

"I'm walking my normal pace, wanker," he joked.

Max's face twisted in amusement.

"Awfully defensive," he held his hands up in mock surrender.

"You're doing that presentation with (Y/N) today, right?"

Jonah halted his steps to look at Max as his eyes instinctively narrowed.

"Yes, why?"

Max came to a stop in front of Jonah.

"Just be careful with that one, mate. Vanessa heard a rumor that she's dating a senior."

Jonah scrunched his brow pensively. There's no way you would do that. You would tell him if you had a boyfriend, right?

"I doubt it," Jonah started.

"I've never heard her talk about one, and she spends most of her time alone."

"But have you actually asked her?"

Jonah considered the question.

"No," he curtly replied.

Max grimaced. Jonah rolled his eyes, turning to finish his walk to class. Why was he so peeved now?

Things had been going well with you. He sat beside you in class, and the two of you were texting just this morning about what to wear for the presentation, even though you had said your outfit was a surprise. That had only made him more excited to see it.

Racking his brain, Jonah tried to remember any mention of a boyfriend. Surely you wouldn't be so flirty with him if you had one. He'd taken you to meet his mother for gods sake. Sure, it was for information on your project, but that wasn't normally something he did with anyone. He'd even told some women he's dated in the past no when they asked to meet her.

Finally shuffling into the lecture hall, Jonah's mood was pretty well soured until he laid eyes on you. He could see why you'd kept your outfit for today a mystery. You looked almost illuminated with a bright blue shirt that he recognized as the color of his eyes. You were busy stacking papers at your seat, and you missed Jonah's ogling. Tightening his grip on the shoulder strap of his bag, Jonah swallowed down his nerves, and walked to his seat beside you.

"Good morning," you breathed when you saw him at last.

Your smile was genuine and beautiful. Jonah decided right then and there that he would be content with looking at that smile every day.

"Morning," he scooted out his seat.

He cleared his throat.

"(Y/N), I have a question for y-"

"Alright class!"

Sebastian's voice boomed as he entered.

"Let's get started with the presentations. Who would like to go first? (Y/N) and Jonah?"

Jonah rolled his eyes. Damn.

You sprung from your chair, and Jonah reluctantly followed you to the front of the classroom. Loading your powerpoint on the laptop on the podium, you cleared your throat, and stepped back to begin the presentation.

Throughout the whole thing, Jonah found himself watching you like an audience member. He only supplied a few facts on his rehearsed slides, while you provided the rest. Jonah lost track of time, enamored with you. The class applauding was the only signal to him that you finished your slideshow. Shifting his eyes to the class, he gave you a few complimentary claps, and followed you back to your seats.

"There. Aren't you glad we got that over with first thing?"

You whispered to him, nudging him with your elbow again.

"Sure," Jonah smiled.

"Hey, I wanted to ask yo-"

"Okay, everybody quiet down. Great presentation you two. Who's next?"

Sebastian's voice resonated over Jonah's again. Jonah sighed, sitting back in his chair. The two of you sat through a handful of other presentations. Jonah couldn't help but notice that your phone vibrated with a message. You immediately picked it up, and smiled at the screen. His eyes tried to focus on your phone, but he couldn't quite see what you were looking at.

Shit. He shouldn't be trying to look at your phone. That's total creep behavior. He knew that, but he also had this feeling nagging at the back of his throat. What if what his friends had heard was true? What would he do then? He was pretty well ensnared by you at this point. There was no denying it.

Jonah watched you pick up your phone several more times, giggling at the screen. He began tapping his pencil on his notebook. He was getting himself worked up.

"Who are you texting?"

He whispered. The question had escaped his lips before he could contain it. You turned to examine him curiously. He saw defensiveness spring into your eyes.

"Why? What're you playing at?"

Jonah was taken aback. He hadn't expected that response, but what did he really think? That he could just infringe on your privacy like that? He had no claim over you whatsoever. He probably had the least amount of claim over you of anybody, in fact. Scrambling for something to say, Jonah opened and closed his mouth a few times. Your expression shifted to one of anger, and then to one of embarrassment. Before he could even form a response, you gathered up your things, and promptly exited out of the back of the lecture hall.

Fuck. What had he done?

Debating on whether or not he should go after you, Jonah huffed, and snatched up his bag to follow you. Running down the hall, he caught up to your retreating form.

"Hey," he grabbed your wrist.

You turned around, but didn't meet Jonah's gaze. He could tell from how red your eyes were that you had tears in them. You made no move to speak, and only stared down at your feet.

"I'm sorry. Who you're texting is none of my business. Can I take you to lunch, and we can talk?"

Jonah let his thumb caress your inner wrist. Shivering at the soothing touch, you finally let your eyes meet his. His expression was sincere. You felt a pinch of guilt in your stomach. You simply nodded, and let Jonah lead you to the campus cafe. His fingers slid into yours, and you felt goosebumps erupt on your skin. You wiped your face with your other hand as the two of you walked in silence. Sitting down at a small table in the cafe, Jonah pulled your chair out for you.

"I can go order us some burgers. Is that okay?"

You nodded again, and folded your hands on the table. You were slightly shaking. Jonah returned to the table moments later with an order number. He sat across from you, and ducked his head to meet your eyes.

"Hey, talk to me. I apologize again for before. Is everything okay?"

You nodded.

"Yes, I'm sorry for how I reacted," you squeezed your hands tighter.

"I just got out of an abusive relationship. My ex was insanely jealous, and wouldn't even allow me to text my friends without his constant supervision."

"I'm sorry. I had no idea," Jonah swallowed the lump in his throat.

"Truthfully, I was getting paranoid because of something that my mate told me. He heard that you were dating a senior. That's why I asked who you were texting when you smiled at your phone, but I had no right to do so," he admitted.

"Yes, well, I was dating a senior. I ended it last month. He made all kinds of threats against me and himself. I suppose word of that hasn't gotten around yet," you shook your head.

"That's why I mostly keep to myself."

Jonah laid his hand over yours.

"Well, what's important is that you got away from him. He can't hurt you now. Not while I'm here."

Your eyes shot up to Jonah's. He smiled in response.

"You don't know what you're saying-" you started.

"I do," he interrupted.

"You're much too special for me to let you go now, (Y/N)."

A worker brought your burgers and fries to the table, setting the tray down between you and Jonah as your hands separated.

"Thanks," Jonah nodded at the man.

Looking down at your plate briefly, he looked back up at you again.

"Let's eat, and you can tell me everything," he reached to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

"We have an ancient attraction, (Y/N). I'm not going anywhere."