BEN Drowned x Reader (Lemon)

Twice.

(Y.N) - Your Name

(F.C.) - Favourite Colour

You slumped down after losing at Zelda for the millionth time. Your (F/C) briefs are slightly covered by your baggy green top, as it's 2am and too hot anyway. You throw the remote at the screen in temper, but a hand made of pure code catches it and puts it on the floor.

"What the fu-" You begin, But get grabbed by the faintly green arm and pulled into the tv. You land in a dim closet, except there is no door, just smooth wooden sides and a pillow-like carpet. You turn around and find yourself eye to eye with a scarlet pupil. You see a green hat in the dusky light and it's-

"BEN!"

He looked at you like he was trying to hide a smile. "Throwing a remote at the screen? You shouldn't have done that."

He pushes against you, sending waves of horniness over your body. You turn your head away, but he just makes an angry sound and turns it back, and suddenly presses his soft lips against yours. He runs his tongue over your lips, but you refuse him into your mouth.

"A battle of dominance? Bold of you, and just a tiny bit...dumb."

He presses his erection into your leg, making you gasp. He takes this opportunity to do a tongue tango, with you as an unwilling partner. You want to be left alone, yet he was so hot you were already wet. What you didn't notice was the rope coiling around your arms, tying you to metal loops in the wall.

"Hey! Get these Off!" You shout, but he's already undone your bra, his face buried in your cleavage. He plays with one nipple, making you groan reluctantly. He slaps your ass, and tilts his face up to growl "Hold back and get punished. Hard."

Being slightly rebellious, when he starts to lick your rock hard nipple, you shut your mouth and groan in your mouth, holding back like he hated. Snapping the ropes, He ties your wrists and ankles to lower down ones on the floor. He cuts off your dripping pants with his sword, also pausing to take off everything but his protruding boxers. He was already so huge, but not even finished yet.

"I said no holding back!" He growled, on top of you. He started to kiss your neck, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"B-BEN, stop..."

He ignores you, and is satisfied with a moan on your turn on spot. He slams the spot with his tongue over and over, making you groan, whispering stop again and again.

"Are you sorry?" He asks, and carries on putting his tongue to work.

You say nothing.

"I said are you SORRY!" He says louder, and slams his erection against your dripping wet vagina, practically twitching with horniness.

"I'm sorry!" You gasp, breaking. His smile almost glows in the dark, and he carries on absentmidedly grinding against you. Sweat pouring off your face, you orgasam all over his boxers.

"Did I say you could?" He asked with the Pervy dominance he possessed.

"No..." You whisper.

"Well this isn't any good." He begins to suck below your boob, leaving love bites staining your pale/dark skin. He starts to grind you harder, and your moans mix with his grunts.

"Say my name."

"B-BEN."

"Say youre mine."

"I'm BENS. I'm yours."

He looks satisfied and then frowns again.

"Look at my boxers. Covered in you. I can't wear them wet, so what do I do?" He asks, a perverted grin spreading across his face.