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dignityneeded · 4 years

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back roads, driver’s seat

not-summary: you and benny have been fighting for a bit, and you’re both acting like assholes.

pairing: benny miller x reader

warnings: rough sex, light finger-gagging, unprotected sex, swearing, benny being a stubborn bull, 18+

tags: @phoenixhalliwell @de-profundis-ad-astra @mandoplease @briskywalker @johnc0nstantine

GIF IS NOT MINE!

It was just drinks with the guys—you didn’t think anything of it. Every few weeks, the guys would meet up at one of their houses, and just talk. They’d drink like it was old times, catching up with one another and reconnecting. For the most part, you stayed in another room with Frankie’s wife, watching movies and gossiping until someone got hungry enough and ordered pizza. Then, you’d go out into the backyard to join the guys to hang out for a little while longer, listening to their laughter and stories as the stars twinkled above you.

That didn’t happen.

You were supposed to keep your sarcasm in check, even though you both knew that you would have enough comments to last the entire ride home. Ben was supposed to keep a level head. Of course, you both had failed miserably. It was no secret you and Ben had hit a rough patch in your relationship; it was pretty much routine to have one every once in a while. It was nowhere near your worst, or most serious fight, but this one wasn’t going away. Snide remarks and tense glances left an awkward blanket over the entire room for the night. Neither you, nor Ben could just relax and enjoy the night as it came, which is why a wave of shame crushed your chest when Frankie ended the night early.

What made it worse: you don’t even remember why you were fighting. It couldn’t have been over your jobs: you supported him in everything he did, and you made sure that he knew what he was walking into by your second date. At this point, you believed it was probably something dumb. For the last few weeks, there had only been fights and silence at the house, with dinners covered by a paper towel left on the counter by one of you, only it had gotten cold by the time the other got home. It felt like forever since you touched him on purpose, let alone let him relieve you of some stress.

Now here you were, hate-fucking in the driver’s seat of Ben’s truck.

Tiny drops of condensation covered the palm of your hand as you braced yourself against the car window. Moans overshadowed the faint rock music playing from the radio, and if there was any sound in the back roads Ben had abruptly turned into, you definitely wouldn’t have been able to hear it. You could see the tiny light from the backseat was still on from the corner of your eye, but your sudden attention to detail was halted by a particularly hard thrust in just the right place.

“Shit, shit, shit,” was all you managed to get out as Ben repeatedly hit the spot that made you squeal. Your hands darted around, desperately looking for something to grip as you got fucked into oblivion. From the window, to the back of the headrest, to the handle above the door, nothing could seem to satiate you until your hands found Ben’s chiseled back.

Ben stopped, slipping out of you slightly, and you whimpered at the loss of him. He ran his hand through his hair with one hand, pushing your leg up until your knee touched your shoulder with the other, before slipping himself back inside and continuing to pound into you. His deep grunts and groans slipped from his pink, parted lips, and you watched as his head tipped back slightly.

In all your time together, Ben had never been anything other than sweet, caring, and playful with you while you were having sex. Every once in a while, he would grip your hips a little tighter when he came, but that was nothing compared to this. The way he tore your clothes off, but only shoved his jeans down to his knees before pushing into you. The filthy way he grunted in your ear. The way his jaw tensed with his grip. You had never seen this look in his eyes before, and you loved it.

One of his flush hands snaked up to your neck, using his thumb to hold your head in the exact place he wanted it. You never broke eye contact as you tilted your chin down, and took his entire thumb into your mouth. The limb curled slightly when you ran your tongue over the top, promptly earning you a rough snap of his hips.

“Can’t get enough of me, darlin’?” He muttered. Ben pulled his thumb out of his mouth before clumsily replacing it with his middle and index fingers. Pure lust filled his darkening eyes, and you were sure it filled yours, too.

His long, blonde locks slipped into his steely blue eyes when he used his body to pin you further into the seat. The sight alone was enough to push you over the edge, but combined with his thrusts, you had no chance of coming out on the other side in one, coherent piece. Black dots clouded your vision, and your legs began to quiver. All the tense energy that had contained in your shoulders and arms fizzled away as your entire body went limp in absolute pleasure. You’d definitely feel this tomorrow, but God, you felt it now, too.

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You weren’t absolutely sure how long you had been laying there with Ben’s teeth grazing up and down your neck, and his hard cock pressed against your thigh. He craned his neck so he could look at you in all your sexed-out glory, but his eyes lingered on your flushed face, to the point where you could feel his intense stare darting down your spine.

“What are you looking at?” you snapped at him, the pointless anger toward him bubbling back to the surface. He didn’t respond. The hair tie on your wrist was suddenly the only thing you were wearing, and you attempted to reach into the back seat for your discarded clothes.

You found your ripped top and threw it into the passenger seat, annoyed at the childish impulsivity that Benny always showed when he wanted you. Every feeling confused you, which wasn’t helped by the blanket of post-sex bliss that coated each one of your thoughts. He had his sweet, cuddly, caring moments, but Ben Miller was a rowdy, wild-west cowboy type, and didn’t play by any rules. If he listened just a bit more, then he wouldn’t have fucked you like this. Every time his hands touched your skin, it left you breathless, and this was no exception.

Before your thoughts could continue on an endless tirade, you felt a hand grab your bicep. Even though you were still pinned under him, you jumped slightly at the gentle contact. Your eyes followed the weak grip to Benny’s face, an expression that you had never seen painted across his face.

“Please?” Ben whispered. His features weren’t contorted into his shit-eating, post-sex grin, but stretched into a The sweat had made his hair wet and brown, but his blue eyes still shone bright from behind his darkened locks. “Please…”

You weakly pushed yourself from between your boyfriend and the seat, placing your body on the middle console. He kept your gaze while he shifted himself into the driver’s seat, as if he was expecting you to disappear or run away at any moment. When he got himself situated, you leaned forward to plant a soft kiss onto his lips. It was different. Earlier, the only kiss you received from him was all teeth and tongue, all passion that your exhaustion prevented you from matching. Now, it was tentative, scared. His mouth moved slowly against yours. All flavors aside, you could taste the fear on his lips.

You slipped your tongue into the kiss at the same time you positioned your body on top of his. Only when you had a leg on either side of his body did Benny allow his hands to settle on your waist. Without allowing your lips to disconnect, you wrapped your arms around his neck and scooted up on his thighs, making him moan and throw his head back when your swollen clit grazed the tip of his cock. His hips violently bucked up into you once, before his eyes widened and a look filled his eyes. You tilted your head at him, cocking an eyebrow in confusion at him.

“Ben,” you started, attempting to choose your words carefully. It was harder than it seemed, though; it felt like tiptoeing out of a minefield of bad choices. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

You reached up with one hand to run it through the hair in his face. He looked away. Without a response, you mentally panicked, wondering if it had something to do with you. Was it the way you looked? The way you smelled? A million thoughts that hadn’t crossed into your consciousness in years raced through your head as you desperately tried to find an answer for Ben’s behavior.

“Hey, hey , hey,” you cooed, a quiet sniffle forcing you back to reality. “Ben, I need you to talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

He looked back up at you, trying to hide the obvious tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Ben waited a few seconds before finally speaking, “P-Please...Please don’t leave me.” His voice started to crack at the end of his words.

“Never.” you replied, leaning back into his body to allow your lips to meet once more. His heartbeat thumped against your chest, reconnecting the two of you in something so intimate, so delicate that it made your own heart race faster. Once his arms wrapped around your waist completely, you knew this is where you were meant to be.

He bucked his hips a few times and let out a whine that was muffled by the kiss. You smiled, reaching around so you could slide his cock into your pussy. Once he bottomed out inside of you, he allowed his head to fall back and eyes to flutter closed.

You’d never get tired of looking at Ben’s gorgeous features like this.

“Darling, I need you to move,” he stumbled over his words a few times, enough to make you lean forward to place a soft kiss on his neck and dig your knees into the seat. You relished in the slow pace; Ben’s cock touched every sweet spot you had, and a few you had no idea about. He ran his calloused hands up and down your body as you rode him.

Thin strings of curses alternated between the two of you, the pressure between your legs building up once again.

Ben must have felt you were close. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled your body to his. His thrusts weren’t much faster than the pace you had set, but each one made pushed you more towards your second orgasm of the night. With each time he pushed himself into you, your head grew more senseless and barren; the only thing that remained was your desperate need to release.

Your vision grew blurry and dotted again, but you got a glimpse of Ben letting out every curse word he knew as he came. He snapped his hips twice more before letting his softening cock slip out of you, placing a lazy kiss to your temple as he did. You made a move to get up—Benny was burning hot, and you were still naked—but he reinforced his grip on your waist.

“Stay a little.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere and I’m naked and I’m hot, Ben,” you replied. You resumed what you had been doing earlier: looking for some scrap of clothing that you could put on while Ben drove you home. A light tap on your ass interrupted your actions, and your head turned towards Ben, only to see one of the biggest shit-eating grins cross his face.

“Darlin’, you know I wouldn’t mind you sitting next to me the whole ride home just like this.” He said, as he leaned down to place a wet kiss on your ass cheek.

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