Gift Details ♥
Reader: cisfem!Reader dom!
Character: Benn Beckman
Kink: #2 Praise Kink #4 Orgasm Denial
Prompt: #9 "Fuck, you feel so good." 

Summary: Just how good can Beckman be for you?

Content Notes: praise kink, pet names, a little tiny bit of orgasm denial, vaginal sex, chest hair.

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You rubbed your wet slit against his stiff shaft, biting your lower lip a little as your hands traveled over your own body. Beckman shifted a little under you, wrists over his head, tied to the headboard of the bed he was laid out on.

Sure, he could easily break the ropes, but he was being good. Beckman liked being good for you, he enjoyed letting you take the reigns as often as you wanted, it was a nice change of pace from his usual concerns.

And it was so easy to be good for you – most of the time.

You shifted forward, kissing a trail along his chest, letting your hands wander over his torso. You'd been pleasing yourself against him and teasing his skin for nearly an hour. He hadn't uttered a word of complaint the entire time, but you could see the small marks of frustration starting to show. You weren't trying to punish him by any stretch, but you did suddenly want to tease him a little bit.

"I wonder," you muse, licking against his neck and kissing along the line of his jaw. "How good can you be for me tonight?"

Beckman grins. "How good do you want me to be, love?"

There's a devious hum in your throat and an impish smile as you kiss him, running your fingers through his chest hair and leaving small red lines behind with your nails. He hums approvingly into the kiss, the leather strap creaking a little as his arms and body flex against the pleasure.

"No cumming until I say," You command, smiling as only the briefest flicker of a frown ghosts over his lips before he smiles.

"Really going to make me work for it, huh?"

"I know you like it when I build that anticipation for you." You purr, lining the head of his cock with your soaking entrance. "The longer the journey, the better the reward."

"Hell to heaven is certainly far enough." He grumbles a little, grunting against the pleasure as you slowly work him into your hot, tight, throbbing cunt. He starts thinking about all of the paperwork he has left to do, trying to distract himself enough to maintain control.

Thoughts did him little good as he couldn't peel his eyes away from you. Watching you take him in so well was almost enough to push him over to edge on its own, the soft moans that rolled in your chest and melted into the air made his fingers flex.

"Mmm, fuck Beck, you feel so good."

Times like these made him want to snap the leather straps with a little haki and fuck you into the mattress until you were begging him in tongues to stop.

And he would, next time you asked him to.

"That's all you, sweetheart."

You licked your lips as you took all of him in, thighs and clit pushed against the man beneath you. "You always fill me up so perfectly, babe."

Beckman hums, lifting his hips a little and eliciting a sweet gasp from you. You flex your thighs, tightening inside and out and pulling a grunt from him in return before you slowly start to ride him. "Don't get bratty with me." You admonish him gently. "You know you like being my good boy."

"Your good boy that you've been teasing for the last hour." He says, grin on his face.

"I bet your soooooo close." You tease, grinding into him as you ride him, making pleasure pool and coil inside and bringing yourself close. "I wonder, if you can control yourself – ahmmm – through me cumming on your cock, hmm?"

To his credit, he only looks a little alarmed. "You've got to be kidding me."

You shake your head, fingers teasing your nipples as you ride him. "N-not at all." You gasp. You can feel your thighs starting to tremble already. It's not surprising, you'd been teasing your clit against his shaft for a long time before you finally took him in. "Don-don't cum." You command, face breaking under the building pleasure.

"You can do it," you smile, a moan breaking your train of thought for a moment. "Sk-skilled sea d-dog like you, can ma-manage, right?"

"I'm a skilled pirate, not a god!" Beckmann nearly barks, white-knuckled, trying to push into you to bring you over the edge faster.

"Haa, haaannngh, fuck – could've fooled me." You gasp. Beckman flinches, his cheeks going red. "You're cer-certainly divine to me."

Your body tightens and the orgasm overtakes you. Pleasure makes your muscles tense inside and out, and you grind into Beckman as he bucks into you. You manage to breathe in after the initial rush and start riding him more forcefully.

"Cum for me, my little god." You tease, and hear him swear before his body tenses. You can feel the hot rush inside you, and watching him writhe under you in relief and release is almost enough to pull you into a second orgasm.

You ride out the pleasure, slowing a little when he starts to twitch from overstimulation. "Does this mean I can start calling you Kami-sama on deck?"

"Absolutely not." He growls, snapping free from the leather straps and pulling you into a hug.