Pairing: Benny Miller x ofc "Lily Morales" (21 year old daughter of Frankie Morales)
Word Count: 9000+
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.
Notes: Listen, I’ve had this in my head for a long time and I just had to get it out. I know the dbf trope may be overdone, and it’s not a trope I normally read, but I just…they kept talking and I had to get it out. Sometimes the fic writes you. Thanks to @mermaidxatxheart for reading this over and helping me get unstuck. And to @avengers-fixation and @rayslittlekitten for also beta reading and giving me some excellent feedback to help this take a better shape!
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"What do you want to do for your birthday, mija?"
I shrug, popping another blueberry in my mouth. "I don't know. Wanna order pizza and watch a movie?"
My dad gives me a look, pointing his fork at me. "Is that what you want to do?"
I don't know. What do 21 year olds want to do besides get shit faced on their 21st?
"I don't know, dad."
"I think you should go out with your friends."
"Are you really telling me I should go get shit faced on my birthday?"
He chuckles. "No, but you're turning 21. You don't wanna hang out with your old man."
"I always want to hang out with you."
"I love you too, but you're young. You should hang out with your friends."
"I'm fine here with you, dad."
"Look," he sighs and sets his spoon down, looking at me. "Be safe, call me if you need me to come get you or something, but go out. Be 21."
He won't let up, I can see it in his eyes. "If it means so much to you, I'll go out."
—----
God, I'm bored. My friends all squealed when I finally caved in and said we could go out drinking for my birthday. They picked me up and brought me to a bar, claiming a booth on the side. They had me place the order for drinks, my first at 21, and then paid, splitting the bill amongst themselves. But while I nursed a drink, they kept slamming them back, getting increasingly more drunk. Eventually, they all got up and hobbled onto the dance floor. Well, not an official dance floor, more like a space they drunkenly cleared out while putting on songs on the ancient jukebox in the corner. Some other patrons joined in and soon there was a small group of men around them, laughing and swaying along while I stayed seated at our table.
"You look bored as fuck, Lil."
—----
Benny:
This week had been rough. Hell, this whole month had been rough. Another girl that just wanted to use him for a fun time had come and gone, leaving Benny feeling a little more than hollow. They never stay long, always wanting his fun side. If he let down his mask for just a moment, showing them all of him, they run. It hurts but if he's being honest with himself, none of them felt right. Like they were placeholders, just someone to pass the time with. Or distract him from the girl he really likes, the one he can't have.
He takes another swig from his beer, the one he'd been nursing for a while when this large group of about 10 college aged girls comes in the bar, squealing and talking loudly. They make a big deal of securing a booth, practically yelling about how it's someone's birthday. And then, he sees her.
Lily, his Lily being shoved forward from the group of girls, her short, pleated skirt fanning out as they tell her to go order drinks and they'll pay. When did the feelings for her start? His mind goes back to a specific moment, a BBQ at Frankie's, when Lily was nearly 20. She was walking past the pool, fully clothed and slipped in, a little yelp leaving her just before the splash. But before anyone could move, she was pushing to the surface, makeup sliding down her face and she was laughing, her head tilted back as she made her way to the edge and Frankie pulled her out. Her clothes were soaked, hair sticking to her forehead, mascara covering her cheeks along with the purple eye shadow she had been wearing. Most girls would've flipped out, cried and screamed and gotten angry, but not Lily. She made some quip about not seeing the pool there and then she looked at him as he laughed, her eyes lit up not with embarrassment, but something else that Benny couldn't quite place. But now he saw her in a whole new light. Lily. His Lily.
Wait, not his Lily. She can't ever be his Lily because she is Lily Morales, Fish's daughter. He couldn't do that to his friend. 13 years isnt too bad of a gap but Fish's daughter? She's too smart for him, too creative, too good. She wouldn't want his old PTSD ass anyway.
He watches her bring the drinks back and pass them out, her friends pounding them back as Lily takes small, infrequent sips from the glass she's holding, her smile dropping lower and lower as her friends get more and more drunk.
God, she's beautiful. Her dark brown hair frames her face, loose waves cascading past her shoulders, her shirt hugging her tits the right way and Benny shifts in his seat as his mind wanders, eyes roaming over her body. She can't see him anyway, what would it hurt?
But as the night continues on, he sees her friends get up, forming a makeshift dance floor, some other young college guys coming to join them. But not Lily. She doesn't join her friends, opting to stay back and take another slow sip from her drink, her fingers drawing a mindless pattern in the condensation on her cup.
He takes a deep breath, drinking the last swig from his beer as he stands. He won't have her looking so sad on her birthday. He must put a smile on her face. Benny strides over to her, pushing through the crowd.
"You look bored as fuck, Lil."
Her eyes go wide, her cheeks flushing as she looks up at him, a smile appearing on her face. Surely that's not just for him. She can't possibly feel the same way. Can she? No, she's Fish's daughter. Cut it out, Benny.
But he can't stop himself from sliding into the seat next to her, hoping like hell she doesn't spot his half hard boner from her thigh barely touching his jean clad one.
When he looks at her, he knows why other women haven't worked out for him. Because she is the one he wants. And the one he simply cannot have.
—----
My body springs to life as his voice washes over me, my eyes looking up into his bright blue ones, the ones that I see in my dreams. My cheeks warm and it's not from the half a drink I've had. It's from the fact I've been in love with this man for years.
"Benny!"
He smiles at me, his eyes crinkling slightly at the sides and my stomach lurches. He waves his hands, silently telling me to scooch over. I do and he sits next to me, his thigh nearly pressing into mine. He leans in close, speaking into my ear as the girls have turned the music up way too loud.
"Happy birthday!"
"You remembered?"
He's so close, his face inches from mine, his eyes boring into me. "Of course I remember. You're one of my favorite people."
God I hope he can't hear my heart pounding through my chest.
"But why are you sitting here by yourself? Shouldn't you be out there?" He points his thumb over his shoulder towards my group of friends, who have now mingled with a group of college boys, all grinding on each other.
"Hard pass."
"You mean, grinding up against sweaty young men isn't your thing?" His eyes light up with laughter.
I shake my head. "I like older men." Shit, did I just say that? He looks at me, a curious look in his eyes.
"I doubt they'd be able to keep up with you."
"I think one might."
"Sounds like you have someone in mind."
"Maybe I do." Shut up, Lily!
Before he can reply, a loud whoop sounds from the dancing throng and we both look as one of the drunk men try to impress my friend by doing the worm. Benny leans in to me again, his scent filling up my nose and suddenly I'm feeling warm between my legs.
"I'm hungry. Wanna get out of here and get a burger or something?"
"God, yes. Please save me."
He smiles, sliding out of the booth and extends his arm to me as I get up. I take it, my skin tingling as it brushes against his, feeling his muscles constrict as he guides me through the crowd and out of the bar. I catch my friends eye as I walk past them and nod my head towards Benny, telling her silently I was going with him. She gives me a wink and thumbs up before making a lude gesture that I'm glad Benny misses. I expect him to drop my arm when we're outside, but he doesn't. Instead, he looks down at me, towering over me.
"Did you drive or?"
"What? Oh, no. Ironically, I was not the designated driver. Don't worry, we took Ubers."
He chuckles. "Smart. Alright, my jeep is around the back. I've only had one beer, is that ok?"
"You're asking me?"
"Yeah. I mean, I'm fine to drive but whatever you're comfortable with."
"I trust you." Am I seeing things or is he blushing?
He guides me to his jeep, opening the door and helping me inside. He drives us across town to a little diner we've been to before, although it's never been just the two of us. Usually my dad or Benny's brother Will is with us. We sit and order giant burgers and a plate of fries to share, and a couple slices of what Benny calls "birthday pie" that we eat first.
"So why did you agree to go out with those friends if all they did was ditch you?"
I chuckle. "I blame my dad. He made me."
"Fish wanted you to go out drinking?"
"He said I should "go out and be 21". I told him I just wanted a pizza and a movie with him."
"Why didn't you tell me you wanted pizza? We could've gone to get pizza."
"No, this is perfect, really." My hand covers his on the table and I see just how small it is in comparison to Benny's and I swallow hard. "Thank you, really. You saved me."
Benny asks a zillion more questions as we eat, always interested to hear my opinion on things. I've never had a man be this interested in what I had to say, almost as if… there's no way he could feel the same for me, right? I know there's an age gap, but it's only 13 years..
He links his arm with mine again as we make our way back to his Jeep, helping me in before coming around and climbing in himself.
"I'll take you home."
"No!" Oh shit, did I yell that? I don't want this night to end so soon. Not when I have an excuse for it to just be us.
His eyebrows are raised. "No?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud. I uh.. I mean no. My dad expects me to be home late or crash at a friend's. If I come home now, he'll think it's weird."
"I don't think he'd mind you coming home early. Then he knows you're not out causing trouble."
"Please Benny?" I hesitate a moment before reaching out to place my hand on his arm, squeezing it a little. "Can we… I don't know.. just go back to your place and hang for a bit?" His skin is warm under my palm and I feel him shift slightly in his seat, eyes fixed on the road before he glances sideways at me.
“You’d really want to hang out with an old man like me?"
“You’re not old.” I sit back, reluctantly pulling my hand from his arm. “Besides, didn’t we establish that I like older men?” What the fuck is wrong with you, Lily?
He shifts in his seat again and clears his throat, fighting back a smile. “Have anything in mind?”
“We could watch a movie?”
“Alright, you talked me into it. But only because it’s your birthday.” He smiles before reaching over and poking me in the side. I flinch back, a giggle erupting from the back of my throat. “Oh, you’re ticklish?”
“I don’t like the look on your face, Benjamin.”
He’s smiling wide. “No look. Just tucking that information away for later.”
We pull up to his place and get out. I follow him up to his front door, my eyes taking in his broad shoulders, beefy arms, and tight ass. He's so tall, much taller than me. I'd love to climb him like a tree…
Heading inside, I kick my shoes off and leave them by the door, hanging my purse on one of the coat rack hooks. I follow him into the living area. He gestures to the couch and I sit, Benny sitting at the opposite end from me.
"Want something to drink?" He asks and it may be my imagination, but he sounds nervous.
"S-sure." Way to sound smooth, Lily.
"Beer ok? I think I have water somewhere."
"Beer will be fine. Thanks."
"You got it. Can't believe I can officially give you this now." He disappears into his kitchen and remerges with 2 bottles of beer, popping open the top and handing it to me. He holds up his bottle to mine and we clink them together.
"Here's to a birthday!" He says and smiles, taking a swig when I do.
"It's certainly been one of those."
We flip through the channels, stopping on some trash reality TV to make fun of them, cracking up at the stupidity of the show. We've had a couple of beers by now and I'm not drunk by any means, but definitely warm and I feel myself loosening up as I become more comfortable around him, passing quips back and forth.
"I don't know why she's picking Jason when clearly Porter is the better choice."
"What?" I say, shocked. "You can't mean that. Have you looked at Porter?"
Benny squints at the tv. "Yes?"
"Need your glasses, old man?"
"Be careful. You don't wanna poke the old man."
I scoff playfully, smirking. "Maybe I do."
In one swift move, Benny sits up, putting his bottle on the coffee table before he turns to me, his eyes full of mischief. He lunges for me but I jumped up, somehow missing his grip and I smirk, turning towards him.
"You'll have to be faster than that, old man." He tries to get up and I run, trying to move around the back of the couch, but somehow he's there, leaning over the back, his strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me back over the couch as I scream. He pushes me back down onto the couch, his large form hovering over me as his fingers dig into my sides. I squirm under him, unable to do anything but squeal with laughter as I writhe about. But the mood changes suddenly, his fingers slowing as he looks down at me, his blue eyes dragging down my face to my lips. I can feel him pressing into me between my legs and heat rushes there to meet him. He leans closer, our lips almost touching, but then he's pulling back and I can't take it. We were so close, I can't go back to how it was, not knowing that he wants this as much as I do but is stopping himself, denying him and me a chance at happiness.
My fingers grasp at his shirt, tugging to get him to look at me. When he does, his eyes are wide, a combination of lust and conflict behind them. My finger traces his cheek and I decide to go for it, leaning up while lightly pulling him towards me with the tip of my finger. His lips are nearly on mine, his breath fanning out over my face, but he stops.
"We can't, Lil."
I nod. "We can." I feel him grow harder against me and it's all I can do to not moan, the weight of him grounding me to this moment. He still doesn't move.
"I don't want to take advantage."
"You're not. I'm sober."
His lips are so close to mine, his breath filling my own as my lips remain slightly parted waiting for him.
"He'd kill me."
"I'll protect you."
"Lil," he whispers, his breath heating my lips.
"Ben." I touch my lips to his and oh, his are so soft and warm, tasting slightly like the beer he'd had earlier. He doesn't move for a second and maybe I've pushed him too far. His lips move above mine, responding to my gentle touch with a more heated one, a slight moan at the back of his throat as he glides his tongue into my slightly parted lips. A small groan comes from my chest in return and I hum into his kiss, deepening it as Benny presses on with more urgency, my legs wrapping around him, squeezing him slightly.
His hands are on my face, pushing my hair out of it as a large hand engulfs the side of my face and neck, holding my chin in place as he kisses me deeper, pressing into me harder, his hips slightly grinding of their own accord. Then he breaks the kiss, leaning up to reach over his shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt as he pulls it over his head, tossing it on the coffee table. I've seen him shirtless before of course, but this is different. A patch of hair is nestled between his pecks, soft but strong muscles flexing as he holds himself up, a small trail of hair disappearing beneath his pants. Fuck do I want to see where that goes. I scramble to grip the bottom of my shirt, lifting slightly as I twist my body to take it off, Benny's hand coming to help. My shirt joins his, Benny's fingers sliding around my back to take off my bra, tossing that on the table too. His eyes dip to my chest and they look hungry.
"Fuck, look at you, Lil."
Before I can reply, he leans back down, pressing his chest to mine as he kisses me again, his warm skin so soft against mine. He feels so good, comforting, grounding, I can hardly believe I'm here. He kisses a path down my neck, pausing to suck one of my nipples in his mouth. I whimper, my back arching off the couch towards him, my fingers automatically coming up to tangle in his golden hair.
"How do you want it?"
"Wh-what?" Is all I can manage as he starts to lick at my same nipple.
"Do you have any favorite positions? Any you hate?"
"I don't know."
He chucks into my skin. "Should I give you a moment to think?"
I shake my head. "I really don't know. I've never done this before."
Benny drops my boob with a plop, pushing himself up so fast it makes my head spin. "What do you mean you haven't done this before?"
I know I'm blushing under his gaze. "I mean… I haven't.. I just… I've never…" I gesture between us.
"Be clear."
"I'm a virgin, ok?" I'm not that embarrassed, but everyone I know has had sex long before me. I just never felt the desire to. Probably because none of them was the man above me, who is now trying to untangle my legs from behind him.
"I didn't know you were… didn't you have boyfriends?"
"Yeah but I've never done anything past boobs."
"Shit, Lil. I can't do this to you. I-"
"Do this to me?"
"Yeah, take your…" He gestures between my legs, still trying to wiggle his way out from between them.
"I want you, though, Benny."
"I can't. Not when you haven't…you should do it with someone your age. You should've done it with a boyfriend-"
I let out a frustrated huff. "But none of them were you, Ben!"
He stops moving, his eyes studying my face. "What?"
Too late to not say anything now. "I.. ok, I've liked you for a really long time. Like, really liked you. I tried dating people my age but they all suck. None of them were you. I guess I've been waiting, hoping you'd feel the same. But I won't force-"
"You waited for me?"
I nod, suddenly unable to look at him, my cheeks on fire. "I hoped one day I'd have the courage to tell you how I felt. Or something. I knew it was a long shot. I mean, look at me. I'm… me."
His eyes soften, looking down my body and back up to my eyes. "You say that like it's a bad thing. You're fucking gorgeous, Lil. And..I'd be lying if I said I never thought about us. But me? Why would you want anything to do with me?"
I muster up the courage to look him in the eyes. "Because you make me feel seen. Like I matter. That I'm not just some piece of ass."
"I've been through some major shit, Lil."
I reach up, my hand caressing his cheek, fingers scratching at the stubble. "I want that too. I want all of you, Benny. I want you."
His lips press to mine again, urgent, desperate, his large hand pressed on the side of my neck, the other bracing him. He breaks the kiss for just a moment, pulling back enough to make sure I'm looking at him.
"Are you sure, Lil? This isn't a small thing, even if you weren't a virgin."
"I am so unbelievably sure, Benny. Please just, show me. Make me feel good."
He smiles at me, his eyes darkening with a glint. “I’m about to ruin you for other men, sweetheart. But not here."
My brows furrow together. "What?"
He taps my thigh to get me to unlock my legs. I do and he stands, stretching briefly before he extends a hand to me, helping me up off the couch. He tips my head up, hooking my chin with his finger, pressing his lips to mine, his other hand coming up to lightly pinch my nipple. I gasp at the sensation, arching slightly into his palm. Then he stands straight, holding his hand out to me, giving me one last chance to stop things. I lace my fingers with his, my hand feeling small in his large one and he smiles, walking me down the hallway to his bedroom.
Once inside, he pushes some things out of the way, and sits on the edge of the bed. He beckons me over and I stand between his outstretched legs. He pulls one of my boobs in his mouth and I moan, heat and wet pooling between my thighs as he kisses his way down to my skirt line. He pauses, eyes turned up to mine, as his hand gently glides up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind it. Once he reaches my panties, he stops, barely brushing a finger over my clothed clit and I jolt, pleasure momentarily shooting out from where he touched me.
"You're so fucking wet," he says with awe.
"Is..is that a good thing?"
He touches me again, grinning when I gasp out loud. "Such a good thing."
He pulls his hand from under my skirt, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down slowly, kissing the skin that appears as my skirt and panties slide down my legs. I kick them off, foot shoving them somewhere behind me as I stand there, completely bare in front of him. I'm nervous, hands automatically coming up to cover me, but he grips my wrists, holding them apart as his eyes slowly move over my body.
"So fucking beautiful, Lil."
He switches places with me and tells me to lay back, scooting up the bed. He kicks off his pants but leaves his boxers on, which do nothing to hide the tent in his pants. My eyes grow wide. Are all men that large? He crawls over my body, slotting himself between my legs, kissing me deeply for several minutes. My legs wrap around him, feeling him hot and heavy against me. But then he's kissing a path down my body, scooting lower and lower until he's level with my pussy, pushing my legs apart further and putting his broad shoulders between them to hold them apart.
"Fuck, you have a pretty little pussy. Can't believe no one has touched you here."
I don't respond, my head swimming with a whirl of emotions, mostly nerves and how bad I want him to touch me, push himself inside of me. I want-
"Oh!" A cry erupts from me, my thighs clamping around the side of Benny's head as his tongue makes contact with me, licking a line up me before he taps at my clit. "Oh, God, Benny!" My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging on him and holding him in place as he laps at me, gliding his nose up my seam before I feel him press a finger to my entrance, rubbing small circles there. I can hear how wet I am, my other hand flying out to grip the sheets as he pushes his finger in slowly.
"Fuck you are so tight, Lil."
He slowly moves his finger in and out of me, my body warming quickly before he adds a second finger, this time tapping around inside of me. He hits some spot and I yell, thighs banging against his head again.
"There it is," he smirks, his fingers rubbing and tapping at that spot as his mouth returns to my pussy, licking and sucking. I feel tingles, all over my body, racing towards where he's touching me and then I explode, my head pushing into the bed, thighs tensing as I pulse around him, whining and moaning as I come. Benny guides me through it, making sure I feel every ounce of pleasure I possibly can.
And then he does it two more times.
My entire body is warm and loose, my brain swimming with the pleasure of it all as Benny removes his mouth from me, wiping his face on the back of his hand, grinning ear to ear as he hovers over me, tasting of me as he presses his lips to mine.
"You feelin' good, sweetheart?"
"Mmhmm."
Benny chuckles. "Do you want me to stop?"
My eyes fly open as I find his. "No. Please I need you inside of me."
He nods. "I think you're ready for me. But stop me if it hurts or you want me to stop, ok?"
"Ok."
He scoots back off the bed, standing and pulling his boxers off. He springs up and holy shit is that supposed to go in me? He settles between my legs, pushing my thighs apart, sliding himself through my soaked folds and I whimper at his touch. He's heavy at my entrance, his eyes on my face as he slowly pushes in.
"Oh!" Is about all I can say. It burns for sure, and is uncomfortable, but not painful. And as he pushes further in, I feel him rub up against that spot he made sensitive with his fingers moments before. My fingers dig into his biceps, his muscles strong beneath my nails as he slowly slides back out.
“Are you ok?” He asks, his eyebrows pulled together in concern.
“I will be once you’re back inside of me.”
“Fuck you’re gonna kill me.”
He pushes back into me, still slowly but a little faster this time. When he can go no further, he waits, holding his hips still to give me a moment. I feel so full of him, my head swimming with his scent while I relax and stretch around him. He must feel the tension leaving me, as he pulls back out and pushes back in, more quickly. After about 5 more of these, he pushes in rather quick and I yelp as he hits a spot at the back of me.
“Fuck! Do that again!”
He smiles, one side of his mouth pulling up as he complies, thrusting into me harder and chuckling when he hears the breathy sounds coming from me. He keeps going, making sure to angle himself to thrust into that spot every time, eventually speeding up more, rutting into me as I come unglued beneath him, writhing and moving my hips to meet his, my vision going hazy at the edges as my body tingles and I come, nails digging into him as I chant his name over and over. Benny grunts and pulls out, spilling himself across my lower stomach, little breathy grunts coming from him as he comes.
He takes a second when he’s done before getting up and grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom. He cleans me up and returns with another cloth, wiping my overstimulated cunt, and chuckling when my legs twitch. He tosses the rag in his hamper and crawls on the bed next to me, pulling the sheet over us. Benny props himself up on his elbow, his finger tracing lines down my chest before using a finger to turn my head to him.
“How are you feeling, Lil?”
I sigh, feeling the corners of my mouth pull into a soft smile. “Honestly? I’ve never felt better.”
He presses his lips lightly to mine. “The best you’ve ever felt, huh?”
I nod, turning on my side to face him. “You were right though. You’ve ruined other men for me. Good thing I only want one man.”
—----
A yell rips me from sleep and I sit up quick, my head rushing slightly as I look around the unfamiliar room, blinking a few times before remembering I was still at Benny’s. In his bed. A whimper echoes in the dark space and I look down, seeing Benny tangled in his sheets, curled up and sweating, eyes jammed shut and his mouth muttering words I can’t catch all of. I may have never seen it on Benny, but I am familiar with the nightmares. My dad has them all the time, one of the many reasons why I’m studying to be a psychiatrist and intend to reform the VA mental health unit.
I gently place my hand on his bare shoulder, his skin warm and sweaty under my palm. “Benny, it’s ok. You’re here. I’m here.”
He whimpers once more before his eyes pop open, wet with unshed tears and he gasps, hand reaching out for something I can’t see. He blinks and turns his head, seeing my hand on his shoulder and he follows it up to my face.
“Lily?”
I smile. “Hey, Ben. Are you with me?”
“I…” he pulls his shoulder from me and sits up, pulling the blankets around his waist. “I’m sorry.” He’s wiping at his face, trying to push the tears away. “Just lock the door on your way out.”
“What?”
“When you leave, just take the key and lock the door. Slide it under the mat.”
“I don’t…I don’t understand? You’re kicking me out?”
“You want to leave, right?”
“No? Why would I?”
“Because I’m fucked up! I told you, Lil. I have so much shit with me. No one wants this.”
“Ben. Look at me.”
He shakes his head. "I can't. Just.. lock the door on your way out."
"Ben-"
"I can't. I can't see that look on your face too, I just can't, Lily."
"Ben, please look at me."
He sighs and turns his head, a hard expression on his face and I see it, all the hurt he’s had to endure from the women before me leaving him once his guard slipped. And I want to fight them all. I take his hand, lacing my fingers through his and bring it to my lips, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
“Benjamin Miller, unless you kick me out, I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes water a little and he shakes his head to stop them. “But, the nightmares-”
“You think this is the first time I’ve seen a nightmare? Do you not remember who my dad is?”
“Fish gets nightmares too?”
I nod. “All the fucking time, Ben. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve talked him down. Why do you think I’m going into psych?”
“You’re…you’re really not wanting to leave?”
“No. I’d really rather stay here with you, make sure you’re ok, wake up next to you. As long as you’ll have me?”
He squeezes my hand and presses his forehead to mine. “I’d love that.”
I lay back and beckon him to me, placing his head on my chest as he cuddles into my side. He sucks one of my boobs in his mouth, claiming it’s his comfort toy. But soon after he’s sound asleep, his face peaceful and he doesn’t wake the rest of the night.
He brings me home the next day and I wave to him from the front steps as I walk through the front door.
“She’s alive!”
“Ha-ha, dad. But I’m doing fine.”
“Was that Benny I saw dropping you off?”
“Oh. Yeah. He was at the bar last night.”
“And he brought you home this morning?”
I nod, kicking off my shoes. “Yeah. I was pretty drunk and my friends still wanted to party. His place was closest to the bar and I asked him to take me there. Didn’t think I could make it home.” I mimed throwing up, which is exactly what I wanted to do. I hate lying to him.
“You could’ve called me. I would’ve picked you up.”
“I know. But Benny was already there. No sense in waking you up.”
“You know I don’t sleep.”
“Which is why you’re always so fun to be around.”
He looks fake hurt, pressing his hand to his chest. “I am a damn delight….but I’ll have to thank Benny for taking such good care of you.”
I hide my smirk before replying. “Please do.”
—----
The next few months pass and we keep us a secret, going on dates in the next towns over, meeting up whenever we can. I feel bad for lying to my dad and not telling him, but it’s not the right time.
Benny is everything I thought he was and more. He makes me laugh, even cracking jokes as he’s pressed between my thighs. He makes me feel safe and I think I make him feel safer too. His nightmares, while still present, seem to happen less often, his body relaxing into mine as he sleeps deeply.
Then there’s the sex. Oh God the sex. I know I have nothing to compare it to, but the way my friends talk about it, it seems like it’s often a chore. They talk about faking orgasms or men that are only concerned about themselves. Not Benny. He says he loves the sounds I make as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of me, pressing his body against and into mine against every surface of his house and his jeep, anywhere we can get away with it.
About 6 months in, it’s our turn to host the monthly BBQ for all the boys. Will usually brings his wife and kids, Santi just himself, and Tom brings his family, so it’s a pretty big to do. I remember at BBQ’s in the past, sometimes Benny would show up with some girl and how jealous I was of her. And this time, I’m still jealous, because they got to be with him in the open. No passing touches or whispers, no hiding glances or anything. But I’m feeling bold, so I put on my favorite sundress, the one Benny had hitched up around my hips as he bent me over his kitchen table the last time we were together. And judging by the look on his face, he too has this same memory when he sees me in the dress.
Everyone is outside, the kids screaming and running around, everyone else chatting, keeping an eye on the kids as my dad starts grilling. I feel Benny’s eyes on me as I set a few bowls of chips on the table, bending over just a little more than normal to expose more of my cleavage to him. I glance up at him and wink, turning and heading back into the house. I hear him come in behind me a couple minutes later, his eyes on me standing in the doorway to the hall. He silently follows me upstairs to my room, closing the door behind us and locking it before taking 2 steps towards me, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. His hands fist in the sides of my dress, pulling it up higher on my hips.
“You think you’re so slick wearing this dress?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“You know exactly what I mean.”
I pull him down on me, parting my thighs to let him settle between them as my back settles into my bed. My fingers twist in his hair, his hand trailing up my bare thigh as I whimper in his ear.
“Wanna fuck in my bed. We haven’t done that yet.”
“Your dad’s outside.”
“So?”
“So what if he hears us?”
“I’ll deal with that then. Please fuck me Benny. I need you to fuck me.”
And so he does, pushing my panties aside and thrusting into me, one hand clamped over my mouth. I try to push him into me more, my hands gripping his ass, digging little marks into it when I come, legs spasming as Benny’s moans come right after, his hips rutting into mine as he fills me up.
“Let me get something to clean you up with.”
“Don’t. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Fuckin’ hell you’re gonna kill me.”
—----
My chest heaves as Benny rolls off me and lays on his side, trying to catch his own breath. He slides his hand across my body and gently squeezes one of my boobs, his thumb grazing over my nipple.
“You can’t possibly want to go again?” I ask, eyebrows raised.
“What? This is my emotional support tiddy.”
Laughter erupts from me and Benny joins in, his smile making me feel warm all over. This is nice, this is comfortable. Benny makes everything in my life good.
“You hungry? We did miss our dinner reservations.”
I chuckle. “Totally worth missing them.”
Benny props himself up on his elbow, his hand leaving my boob to start sliding down my bare stomach. “Oh I agre-”
GROWL!
My stomach has decided enough is enough and the sound it makes is loud in the quiet room. Benny laughs again, his head flying back with it before he brings his lips to my stomach, speaking to it.
“You hungry, girl? Should we get some food in ya?”
I ruffle his hair and he turns, his cheek resting on my stomach as his eyes meet mine. We stare at each other for a few moments before he chuckles. “Your stomach is so loud.”
“Ok, fine. I’m hungry,” I smile.
He sits up, giving me a quick kiss before rolling off the bed. “I’ll go make us something. You can shower if you’d like. I’ll let you know when it’s ready.” He leaves the room, sliding some pants on before he does. I make my way to his bathroom across the hall and take in my appearance, fixing my hair so it’s not too wild before sliding one of his shirts on. I make my way down the hall and stand in the entrance to the kitchen, watching Benny move about the kitchen, no shirt and sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He tosses a kitchen towel over his shoulder as he flips a pancake, one of his specialties, humming to himself as he does. His hair is sticking up at all angles, looking like he’d just rolled around in bed for hours. Which I guess, technically, he did. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing his back before resting my cheek against it.
“You want strawberries or chocolate chips in yours, Lil?”
“Do I have to pick?”
He pauses for a moment. “Shit, why did I never think to combine those?” He adds both cut up strawberries and chocolate chips to his mix, pouring out another round of batter on the griddle. “I may have to steal one.”
“I’ll fight you for it.”
He slides the pancake off the spatula and spins, gripping my wrists before I can move. “I’d like to see- are you in my shirt?”
“Mmhmm.”
He drops my wrists and slides his hands around my hips, feeling for something. “Are you..are you not wearing any underwear?”
“How else am I supposed to feel you dripping down my legs?” Benny groans, gripping my jaw and pulling me in for a heated kiss, but the sound of a key jiggling in his front door lock kills the mood. In one quick motion, Benny is shoving me back through the doorway and down the hall, motioning for me to hide. I step into his room and close the door almost all the way just as the front door opens.
“Hey, Ben.”
“Hey..Fish.”
The door closes and I feel the color drain from my face. My dad is here and almost walked in on us fucking in the kitchen.
“Hope it’s ok I used my key? Normally you complain about having to get up and open the door.”
“No, no that’s fine. What, uh, what are you doing here?”
“Lil is at her friend’s studying this weekend so I thought we could watch the fight?”
“The fight?”
There’s a slight pause. “The big fight? Between Samson and Jueng?”
“Oh right. The fight. Yeah, I think the neighbors in 2B are having some kind of party.”
“That explains why the parking lot is slammed.”
“Yeah, yeah. Hey listen, Frankie, I uh…I’m a little…” There’s a pause where Benny fumbles for words.
“Oh shit, I should’ve called, Ben. I just got bored and I remembered you said you were staying in this weekend. Thought we could hang.”
“No, no. It’s uh, it’s ok. Did..did you want some pancakes?”
“For dinner?”
“I already made some.”
“Sure, sounds good. Bathroom useable?”
“It’s clean, fucker.”
Dad’s chuckle gets closer and I step away from the crack in the bedroom door, like he could see me through it. When I hear the bathroom door close, I yank on some pants and grab my shoes, tiptoe running down the hall and meet Benny at the door.
“I’ll let you know when he leaves.”
I nod. “Sounds good. I still want pancakes.”
“Ok ok but you have to go now,” He’s practically pushing me out of the door, but just before it closes, he reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me back and kissing me before letting me go, a smile as the door closes and I hear my dad’s voice coming back down the hall.
That was close.
—----
Several weeks later, I decided to grab some dinner on my way to Benny’s, neither of us feeling much like cooking. I wait at the counter of the diner, studying the pie menu while our burgers cook. It’s hard to pick out pie for Benny because he loves them all. Even Rhubarb. I decide on a slice of apple and a slice of buttermilk pie, placing the order with the waitress.
“No pecan?”
I jump, my head jerking to look at my dad, leaning against the counter, menu in hand and looking at me.
“Pecan?”
“You’re favorite?”
“Oh. Yeah I thought I’d try something new.”
He nods. “So, you weren’t going to tell your old man you were getting shitty food before coming home?”
“You’re here too.”
He laughs. “True.” His eyebrows furrow together as the waitress brings 2 large bags and reads off the order. I try to cut her off but she plows through, smiling at the end.
“Anything else, dear?”
“N-no. I’m good.” She walks off and I can feel my dad’s eyes on me.
“Hungry?”
“What?”
He nods towards the bags. “There’s enough food there for two. Especially with that last burger. Double cheese, double bacon, and extra pickles? That’s exactly what Benny orders so I know it’s entirely too much.”
I laugh nervously. “Uh yeah. That’s..that’s mine. Period.” He looks at me, understanding.
“And the other burger?”
“Uh surprise! I was going to bring food home.”
He smiles and I feel terrible. “We must have been thinking the same thing. Thanks, mija. Need some help?”
“Sure.”
He takes the burger bag and I take the other, walking me over to my car. He waits for me to get in and hands me the bag.
“See you at home!”
When he’s turned away and solidly heading to his truck, I pull out my phone and send a quick text to Benny.
Me: No burgers tonight. Dad came in. Had to tell him I was buying for us.
Benny Baby: Oh shit! Did he know?
Me: He recognized your order but nothing past that. I’m sorry! Can I come tomorrow?
Benny Baby: Oh I plan on making you come many times
—----
It was a couple weeks before we could manage to see each other again and we wasted no time in making up for it. Benny pressed himself between my thighs over and over, pulling as many sounds from me as he could before I just couldn’t take anymore, completely over stimulated. Only then did we get dressed and head out to dinner across town, his arm wrapped around my shoulders as we walked into my favorite Italian restaurant, laughing and sharing breadstick puns as we waited for our food. After force feeding ourselves some dessert, we walked back around the building, Benny pushing me against the side of his jeep, slotting his leg between my thighs as he pushes his tongue in my mouth, my hands fisting in his shirt. I can feel him getting harder against me and I wonder how unoccupied this parking lot is or if I even care.
“I thought that was you. You got a secret girlfriend?”
Benny freezes at his brother’s voice, pulling back slowly and looking into my eyes, fear and apologies swirling around in his baby blues. He tries his best to turn around without showing me, but the angle is weird and he can’t quite hide all of me, no matter how I try to angle myself.
“Wait…Lily?” Will says, completely shocked.
I sigh, stepping out from behind Benny. “It’s me.”
He’s not smiling, gripping the takeout bag he has in his hand a little tighter as he looks at Benny. “That’s Fish’s daughter, Ben.”
“I fuckin’ know, Will. Don’t you think I know?”
“You’re making out with Fish’s daughter. His daughter.”
“Yeah. And you’re not gonna tell him.”
“Why the fuck shouldn’t I? You shouldn’t be fucking around - shit, are you fucking around with her?”
I feel Benny’s body tense and I gently lace my fingers through his, a motion that doesn’t go unnoticed by Will.
“That’s Lily, Ben! You shouldn’t be…I gotta call Fish.”
Before he can move, I step in front of Benny and grip Will’s arm gently. He looks down at me, his grey blue eyes studying me as if he’s trying to see if I’ve been coerced.
“Please don’t, Will. I promise we will tell him. Eventually.”
“Tell him what, exactly?”
I glance back at Benny, giving him a small smile before looking back at Will. “We’re together. I am the secret girlfriend and the reason he hasn’t been around as much.”
Will looks from me to Benny and back. “He put you up to this?”
“Hey fuck you, man!”
I put my hand up, touching Benny’s chest. “No. If anything, I convinced him.”
“You’re Fish’s daughter, Lil.”
“I’m aware.”
“One of our best friend’s daughters.”
“That’s me.”
“I don’t know, I…”
“Will… please? I promise we will tell him. We’ve just…been enjoying each other and seeing where this takes us.”
He cocks his head slightly. “So it’s really not just sex?”
I shake my head. “No.”
He looks between us again, looking like he’s doing some mental math. “Alright but only for you, Lil. Benny knows better. But you have to promise you’re gonna tell him.”
I nod. “Yes, of course. Thank you, Will.” I give him a hug and he returns it with one arm, the other still holding a heavy bag of take out. His eyes never leave Benny’s and I watch as they grow hard.
“I love you, Ben. But if you hurt her, I’m not gonna hold back Fish.”
Benny nods. “That’s fair.”
—----
I love him. He tried telling me I’d grow out of him, but I didn’t. If anything I fell more in love with him as time went on. Benny let his final walls down, telling me how much he loves me, how I accept him, all of him, and how he thought he’d never find that. I don’t know how we made it 8 months without telling anyone or anyone figuring it out, aside from Will.
It wasn’t until my dad came home early, finding Benny and me making out on the couch that I remembered why we were keeping it a secret. Thank God he didn’t come home 2 minutes later.
“What the fuck is this?” He slams the door behind him, the walls rattling and Benny and I spring apart, Benny jumping up as my dad storms towards him. “SHE’S MY DAUGHTER, BEN!”
Benny has his hands out in a placating manner. “I know, but-”
“My daughter! She is not for you!”
“No, but-”
Anger rises up from my chest. “You have no say over who I get with!”
He looks at me, his dark eyes fuming. “I do when it’s my best friend and my daughter! You’re only 21, Lily!”
“So? I am not some thing you can pass around! My life is my own! I can date and fuck whomever I want!”
His eyes go wide, cheeks flushing with built up anger as he turns his rage towards Benny. “Wait…have you slept with her?”
“Wh-what?”
His voice raises, loud enough I know the neighbors are listening in. “Have you fucked my daughter, Ben?”
The color drains from Benny’s face. “Let’s talk about thi-”
BAM! My dad’s fist collides with Benny’s face, his head flying back. Luckily, Benny knows how to take a punch, thanks to his days as an MMA fighter. He straightens up, dodging the next swing from my dad, his hands still up trying to placate him.
“Dad!” I push past him and stand in front of Benny, turning his face towards me to inspect his lip, which is now bleeding, a dark circle starting to appear under his eye. I round on my dad.
“What the fuck dad?”
“Don’t dad me! You’ve been lying to me for months! Sleeping with Benny? He’s my best friend, Lily!”
“I know, but-”
“You just never stop to think about the consequences. What did you think was gonna happen? He’s 13 years older than you!”
“Yes, but-”
“He’s done some shit, but putting his hands on my daughter is the thing I’m gonna kill him for.”
“Ok, dad. Kitchen. Now. Benny? First aid kit in the bathroom.” I push on my dad’s chest, willing him to move. He glares over my shoulder at Benny as he moves into the kitchen, but doesn’t sit.
“What the fuck, Lily?”
“I know, but let me explain.”
“Benny?”
“I love him, dad.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose, his other hand on his hip in his typical dad pose. “I know you think you love him mija, but it’s just infatuation. You’re young.”
“Do you remember a few years ago, you asked me why I had boyfriends but none of them seemed to stick? And I told you I didn’t like them or want any of them?”
He thinks for a moment. “Yeah.”
“What did I say after that?”
“I said maybe you haven’t found the right person and you said no it’s because…” I raise my eyebrows at him until he continues. “...because you were in love with someone else.”
“You told me to go for it and I said I couldn’t because there’s no way he likes me the same way and it would be complicated.”
His shoulders slump, a little bit of the anger seeping from him. “Benny?”
“Benny.”
“How do you know he feels the same way?”
“Didn’t you tell me a few months ago how good he looks? That he said he was seeing someone but wasn’t ready to bring her around everyone yet? But that he hasn’t looked this happy in the entire time you’ve known him?”
“Fuck. It was you?”
“Me. We love each other, dad. We have for years, but didn’t say it until my birthday.”
“Wait. You told me Benny let you stay over because you were drunk. Did he-”
“No. I barely drank. My friends ditched me and he saw me. We went for dinner and then back to his place where..confessions were made.”
“You lied to me?”
“You didn’t ask me if I slept with him, dad.”
“Dammit. I hate when you’re right.”
“Are…are we going to be ok?”
He pulls me to him in a bear hug, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll always love you, mija. But your boyfriend I may have to warm up to. God that feels weird to say.”
Benny pokes his head around the corner. “Is it safe?”
Dad turns his head to him, hugging me tighter. “I haven’t decided if I want to kill you yet.”
“Well while you’re deciding, can I just say how much I love her? She’s smart and funny, and she makes the world bright again. She’s the best thing to ever happen to me.”
“You’re damn right she is. So what if I told you I don’t want you dating her?”
“Dad-”
“Sshh. I’m asking him.”
“With all due respect, Fish. I’d tell you to go fuck yourself and date her anyway. I love you, you’re my best friend, but she’s the one for me and I won’t let anything come between us unless she wants it to.”
He lets me go and stomps up to Benny, who is a few inches taller than him. He glares up at him for a few moments before extending his hand out.
“Ok.”
“Ok?"
“Just do me a favor and don’t kiss in front of me?”
“Deal.”
“Speak for yourself, Ben. I plan on making out with you whenever I can.”
A year later we’re married, both of us eternally grateful for my friends ditching me on my birthday that night.
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