Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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"Yo," I said after I fumbled with my keys and opened the door. I threw my keys onto the counter but they went too far and hit the wall. I laughed as I found it funny and opened the fridge, searching for alcohol.

"Hey," Ben replied as he got up from the couch. He skipped over to me and wrapped his arms around my chest and back. He hugged me and I chuckled as he tried his best to squeeze me but barely managed to.

"What's up with you?" I chuckled and he gave me one last quick squeeze before looking up at me.

"Just missed you." He muttered as he shoved his face into my chest cutely. I laughed as I squeezed the little Tsundere.

"You lil' baka," I said and laughed as he glared at me. I turned my attention back to the fridge and he backed up and hoisted himself up into the counter. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and turned to him. I used my hand to take off the cap and then drank from it, not holding back like I usually do in front of him.

"Whiskey?" He questioned.

"Come on, I haven't had a drink in like, a week," I whined as the drunken lie rolled off my tongue.

He's constantly nagging me about my smoking and drinking. Now I lie and say I'm gone for hours because of work but I'm really out smoking and drinking. Sometimes with friends and sometimes alone.

"Fine." He sighed as I came over to him and leaned against the counter, between his legs. He blushed a little as I ran a hand up his thigh.

"I missed you, baby, ~" I cooed as I leaned in and nibbled his neck. He blushed and his eyes became hooded as he let me mark his neck.

"You smell like smoke." He muttered.

"Don't you like that smell?" I asked with a drunken grin. 

It kind of turns him on because I guess he thinks it manly, like my cologne. He can't get enough of that.

"Were you drinking before you came home?" He accused as he cocked an eyebrow at me. I forced out a laugh.

"Me? Drinking without telling you?" I laughed out as slide him over to me and pressed his core against my stomach. He didn't look so amused as he crossed his arms and looked down at me.

"You taste so good~" I hummed, changing the subject.

I know.

"Maybe I should grab the pancake mix," I muttered as I lifted up my head and pretended to look around for it. He stiffened as he blushed and his face turned into a dark crimson red color.

"No, we're not doing that." He stated and I grinned as I turned to him.

"What's wrong? You seemed to like it before." I husked out as I bite his neck harder than I was before. He let out a small wincing noise but didn't do anything to make me stop as I bite around his throat.

"D-Don't be so rough," he mumbled as I held his wait in place and sloppily sucked his skin between my teeth.

"But it feels so good," I gritted out as I licked my lips and looked down at him. Spots on his neck were turning red and purple.

"How do you get your skin to be so damn soft?" I asked as I leaned my chin into my hand. I rested my elbow on his knee and he shrugged at the question.

"I don't know, it's just always been that way. I wash it every night." He added and I nodded, pretending to care even though I was the one that asked him. I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed back but then hesitated and pushed on my chest gently.

"You taste like alcohol." He said with disgust.

"Um, I was just drinking whiskey, remember?" I laughed, pretending to think he was being stupid and silly.