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storiesfromafan · 4 months ago

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I Want You - Benny x Reader

A/N: raise your hand if you want some steamy time with Benny. And raise your other hand if you'd like me to do a Part Two were you get smuty with Benny 😂

Honestly, no idea were this came from. But I'm here for it. I'm trying to write more steam and smut haha. As theres so many of you out there that write such amazing works, and I feel inspired 🤩 but also scared to write/post it. But here I am, sharing it with you all...

Summary: Vandal bonfire and house party. You and Benny had been eye f**king each other most of the night. So now Benny has you in a room to himself...

Warning: hot and heavy. Mentions of some words that would make this 18+? Possible grammer/spelling mistakes 😅

Edit: to add link for poll..

The way Benny stared at you, leaning against the closed and locked door, it sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. All night those stormy blues of his had been watching you, while his mind thought of wicked things he could do to you. And now you were here. Alone with him, door locked and no way to escape.

The way he licked his lips, your gaze watching the pink appendage sliding over and moistening those biteable lips. His hand then came up, pads on his fingers and thumb running around his mouth. Leaving you imagining which was rougher, the stubble or his fingers. You silently hoped to find out soon. Before you died from waiting. This was torture, the distance between you both was something you needed eradicated, and now.

As if reading your mind, Benny slowly began to cross the room. His movement was cautious, as if any fast movement would spook you. There was a confidence to it too, knowing that you were waiting for him. When he came to stand before you, Benny brought a hand up and loosely grasped your chin. Tilting it up he was making sure your focus was on him. His other hand moving to your waist, sliding under the sweater to graze your warm skin. You shivered at those rough pads upon you.

Benny’s eyes shifted to your lips before back to yours. And without a protest from you, he leant down, ghosting his lips over yours. You could feel his breath fan over them, making you shudder. Smirking Benny enjoyed your reaction, before finally crashing his lips to yours. It was a hard, closed lipped kiss. The hold on your chin loosening, and that hand moving to rest around your neck. You moaned at the new area he was touching.

The hand on your waist tightened, while Benny took his chance and pushed his tongue into your mouth. Seeking out your own, and in a rush, caressing it in a fever. You moved your tongue as best you could with his, trying to keep up with the urgency. Your hands grabbed at Benny’s denim vest, needing something to hold on to, to ground you as you felt your knees growing weak. The way Benny was kissing you, no man had kissed you like this. The urgency, the yarning, the need. Like you were his only life line.

Soon air was needed. Benny was the one to pull back, but rested his forehead against your own. His hazy eyes looking into your own. The hand on your neck still there, thumb caressing the skin in little circles. He then moved that hand down your clothed body, between the valley of your breasts, over your stomach before stopping at the top of your jeans.

This was the moment. The moment Benny was giving you to back out, to end this and walk away. But from the needy look in your eyes and the grip on his vest, yet when you moved one hand to the back of his neck and pulled him in for another long, hard kiss. That was all the consent he needed. From here out there was no going back. You were his. And he would make sure everyone knew it. For you’d be screaming his name for all to hear.

While you were both locked in another searing kiss. Benny moved his other hand to join the one at the top of your jeans. He worked them together to lower the zipper and undo the button. Then pushed the denim down and over your hips, and a bit down your thighs before they fell the rest of the way on their own. You moved your feet from the pooled denim, and pushing it away with a foot. Once again Benny’s hands, now both, moved to your waist. He drew you closer, before running his rough hands over your hips, and then to the back of your thighs. He then lifted you, to your surprise, like you weighed nothing.

Your arms instantly moved to wrap around Benny’s neck, fear that you’d fall if you didn’t. He chuckled at your reaction, which had caused the kiss to end between you. “I got ya" he said in that deep, sultry voice. It was low for just the two of you to hear. As if there might be someone listening in on the both of you.

This new position brought you both closer, that there was no space between your bodies. You could feel him, and he could definitely feel you. He only cursed he hadn’t removed your sweater first, so he might also see more of you. But in time he would, is what Benny told himself as he moved toward the double bed behind you. Upon reaching the edge, Benny moved to rest a knee on the bed. He leant down, placing you on it, so you were trapped between it and him.

Tearing his gaze from you, Benny moved to place soft kisses along the column of your neck. As well as little nips here and there. Your breath hitched with the first nip, a hand moving to grip the back of Benny’s neck, drawing his face closer to your skin. The way those soft kisses and nips turned sloppy and rough over time just added to what the man above you was doing to you, driving you crazy. You moved your hands to push the vest off Benny, and he moved an arm one at a time before finally dropping to the floor, and he went back to supporting himself above you.

You wanted – need more for his clothing to go. Grasping at the bottom of his white t-shirt, you tugged it up. He got the hint, and reluctantly pulled back from you. You laid there, watching at Benny removed his top, letting it drop and lay with his denim vest. While he stood there, you took the opportunity to admire Benny’s chest. How there was little hair across his chest, soft lines of his abs and the snail trail dipping into his jeans. Fuck, you needed Benny so badly.

Just like you, Benny had been admiring you before him. Really wishing he’d taken off your sweater already. But it had risen up, showing him the flesh of your stomach and belly button. He was happy to see your underwear, loving the small bits of lace on them. And he could just see the spot from your arousal. Oh how he couldn’t wait to feel it with his fingers, with his cock. Running his hands from behind your knees, up the side of your thighs, Benny leant down again. This time allowing his clothed lower half to get closer, to touch you, and with that letting you feel the effect you were having on him.

You gasped, feeling Benny press his arousal against your sex. Slowly he rubbed against you, while one of his hands ghosted up and over your stomach, under your sweater and to cup your covered breast. You moaned. And Benny savoured the sound, loving he could get such music from you. But he wanted more, he wanted more moans and groans, and loud. As well as his name to leave those lips of yours.

He was about to lean in and capture your lips once more, want to drink in the sounds you were making. But the sudden jostling of the door handle made you both jump. It was loud and consistent. Soon followed by drunken voices calling out, saying something along the lines of who’s in there or open up.

Groaning in annoyance, Benny moved till he was once more upright. Body not touching you, leaving you missing the contact. “The rooms occupied. So fuck off!” He called in agitation. And leaving you a little embarrassed.

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