FF fic- Control
Description- Inspired by the prompt on Kinkmeme (BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS TO START FILLING THOSE)- Leslie call's out Joe Bidens name in the middle of sex. Also- I love a Ben in control. Yum.
Rating- Hard NC17, so porn
I have no beta because I feel weird sending kinky prompts to be edited. Also I wrote this super fast so sorry if it's terrible quality. Better to fill prompts poorly than not at all.
Things had been awkward for the past 16 hours and twenty three minutes. It was in the heat of a moment. Ben had Leslie under him, writhing and moaning. Her hands were intertwined in his, and he entered and exited her. Sweat dripped down his back, and right as he felt himself starting to let go, he felt Leslie tighten around him.
“Oh Joe.”
That was all it took for Ben to stop, become flaccid. He suddenly had an urge to remove himself from her, both her vagina, and her presence. She looked at him in shock, her eyes wide and mouth open. Then came the never ending silence. He laid down next to her on their brown down comforter that they had chosen together for their new home. He started to fiddle with a thread on it that had fallen loose, trying to comprehend what just happened, while she stared at the white ceiling. Three minutes had passed, and neither of them had said anything. She turned to him. He felt her take a deep breath, and from the corner of his eye could see her open her mouth to say something. But then she released the air she was holding, and turned back to the ceiling…. This was going to be a long night.
The morning wasn’t any better. They navigated around each other, him handing her coffee, her fixing his tie, like a well oiled machine. Their morning routine hadn’t changed. Just this time they did it in silence. Leslie wasn’t rambling about some project that she was going to do that day, and Ben wasn’t piping up with reminders. When both of them arrived at the front doors, where they typically shared a kiss before going their separate ways, they stood awkwardly in the doorway not looking each other in the eye. He kissed her cheek quickly, and she nodded, rushing to her car. Neither of them were willing to address what occurred the night before. Sure, she had met Joe Biden that day, and that was enough to get anyone hyped up. Meeting their sex idol could make anyone horny.
But Ben was furious. He had heard of people thinking of other things during sex, but he didn’t want to ever think that his fiancé, soon to be wife, was thinking of anyone else when he was pounding into her. How was it fair that he had to do the hard work and someone else got the credit? All day he stewed, angrily, unsure of how to go about it. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Every second he thought of something else, he berated himself and quickly turned back to his pity party of frustration. He got to her house before she did that night, and everything made him more upset. He could see their life scattered about the house, THEIR life. Not her and Joe Biden’s life. Yet there was a picture of Joe on the staircase. There on the table was the autographed picture BEN had so thoughtfully helped her get yesterday. Damn. He shared her with Joe Biden. And this thought angered him. Ben’s biggest fear wasn’t Joe Biden, but it was the idea that she was already bored enough with their sex life that she now imagined someone else in his place. This didn’t bode well with him. All he thought about was her. Every day. Especially now that they were engaged, it took everything in him not to jump her in random places. Every side smile she gave him, every time she used her hands to talk, every time she wore a fucking blazer- he was putty in her hands. Everything she did made him buzz, and every time she kissed him he felt his heart skip a beat like a thirteen year old school girl. Here he was, salivating at everything that was Leslie Knope, and she was already bored with their sex life. So lost was he in his anger, that when the key turned to their door, he didn’t think but barreled over. If she was surprised to see him, standing by her couch, she didn’t say anything. But he didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he was slamming the door, with the keys still in the front key hole, pushing her against it and kissing her like his life depended on it. The kisses weren’t soft or gentle, they were aggressive and demanding. He even bit her lip just a little too hard and she made a surprised gasp in his mouth. But her hands were in his hair, and her lips were shoving hard against his. She started running her hands down his back, to his butt and he grabbed them and pinned them above her head. She made a sound of disapproval and started to try to move them back to where they were but he held strong. He broke away from the kiss and looked at her. She looked dazed, her lips were swollen, and her hair was somehow already messy against the door. He fixed her with a piercing gaze.
“Keep your hands there.”
She tried to hide her smug smile, but he saw it peeking at the edges of her mouth and soon his lips were back to ravaging hers. He pulled her legs up around his waist, so he was the one that had her pinned to the door, and he was using them to keep her in place. Leslie, being Leslie wasn’t following directions as she was directed to. She kept grinding herself against him, regardless of the distance he was trying to keep between her and his cock. And because his hands were busy holding her, and he was keeping a distance, she let her hands snake between them to try to touch him. But Ben wasn’t having it. He carried her into the kitchen, dropped her and shook his head. He spun her around, so that she was facing the table, placed her hands on the table and started kissing her neck from behind. His hands kept hers in place so they were leaning down against the table, and he kissed her neck. The kisses started to become gentle until he saw another picture of Joe Biden in her kitchen.
“You are mine.” He growled in her ear. And she moaned as he sucked her neck where he knew drove her crazy, hard enough to leave a mark. She tried to grind herself against him, and his erection, but he placed his hands on her hips to stop her.
“Take off your slacks.” She tried to turn around and face him, but he kept her pinned facing the table. She started undoing the button on her pants, right as he let his hands go around her and start rubbing her breasts. She moaned desperately, as he reached under her bra and massaged her tits in his hands. She made work of her pants, and got them off quickly. She tried to reach around to get his pants, off, but he was in control.
“Leslie keep your hands on the table.” She whined, until he pinched her nipple, and he could her breathing get labored and heavy. He let himself squeeze and rub her tits, all while he sucked on her neck. She was moaning, and he knew he couldn’t take much more.
“Take off your shirt.” She did so quickly, and spun around giving him a satisfied smile. She leaned in to kiss him but instead he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
“Oh Ben.”
“Say it again” He demanded raspily as he blew hot air on her nipple.
“Ben please.” She was rewarded with him taking her nipple back into his mouth. She tried again to reach down and undress him but he spun her around again. He could tell she was getting tired of this game but he didn’t care. He leaned in, nibbled her ear, and pushed her into the table so she could feel his erection flush against her.
“Leslie I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck the shit out of you until you don’t know anything but my name. I am going to make you scream my name so loud that the whole world hears who you belong to.”
“Yes.” She moaned loudly, right as he ran a finger across her entrance. She spread her legs apart, so he could put a finger inside her. She was soaking around his fingers, and he barley put his finger inside her as she whined for more.
“Say it.”
“More.” She begged. He took his finger out of her completely and she tried to push herself against his hand.
“Say my name.”
“Ben!” And he slammed his finger inside of her, and she screamed, her head falling back to his shoulder.
“Say it again.” He ran a finger over her clit and she shuddered.
“Ben ben ben.” She started chanting as he started pushing two fingers in and out of her. Her head was rolling back, and she was gasping and moaning while screaming his name.
“Undo my pants.” She turned around, and gone was the self satisfied smirk, and it was replaced by a woman who was begging for it. So turned on by his sudden aggressiveness that she needed him now. When his pants were off, he span her around again, and this time she didn’t even whine. She merely leaned against the table, putting her butt in the air to give the hint that she needed him inside her. He pinched her butt, and watched her jump up a little.
“Please Ben.” She moaned, almost lost. He entered his penis at her opening and entered her just a little.
“Who do you belong to?”
“YOU! You Benjamin Wyatt. I belong to you. I always will. Now put your fucking penis inside me right now.”
He sunk deep into her and both of them moaned in relief. He reached around and started rubbing her boobs, as he fucked her from behind.
“Fuck me Ben. Fuck me as only you can.”
“Leslie.”
Both of them moaning as her wet pussy tightened around his dick with every movement. She started chanting his name again, and suddenly the contact didn’t seem enough. He spun her around, propped her up on the table, and started slamming into her. She grabbed his hands and intertwined them with hers as he pounded her. Their lips intertwined, and their mouths started ravaging one another’s, and all they could hear was the pounding of skin slapping against each other. He removed his hand to run a hand through her hair and she separated their mouths staring at him deeply.
“I’m yours Ben.”
“I’m yours Leslie.” He repeated and suddenly he was lost in her. He reached down and started playing with her wet clit, watching her expression as he did. She tried her hardest to focus on him, but her eyes kept closing because of the pleasure that was building.
“Fuck, Ben, Fuck.” She exclaimed as a shudder ran through her body. He gave a her a second to recover from her orgasm, but soon she started rocking against him again.
“Ben look at me.” His eyes met hers. “You are my penguin.” He didn’t know what that meant, but with the intensity her eyes bored into his he understood her intention.
“No one else can do this to me. Now make me scream.” He kissed her again, and then pulled her butt against him. He started pounding, without rythmn, all while frantically rubbing her clit. When he spilled his seed inside her, she yelled his name and came a second time. They sat there, her bare butt against his table and her head buried in his shoulder, trying to catch their breaths. When they finally did she looked at him shyly.
“I love you Benjamin Wyatt.”
“And I love you Leslie Knope.” He brushed her bangs back into her messy hair.
“I think you are so fucking sexy and I think we should go back to the bedroom and do that again.” He laughed and kissed her temple.
“Give me twenty minutes”
“In that twenty minutes can I show you all the parts of me that belong to you?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.
“As long as I get to give them all the attention they deserve.”
“Deal.”
Rating- Hard NC17, so porn
I have no beta because I feel weird sending kinky prompts to be edited. Also I wrote this super fast so sorry if it's terrible quality. Better to fill prompts poorly than not at all.
Things had been awkward for the past 16 hours and twenty three minutes. It was in the heat of a moment. Ben had Leslie under him, writhing and moaning. Her hands were intertwined in his, and he entered and exited her. Sweat dripped down his back, and right as he felt himself starting to let go, he felt Leslie tighten around him.
“Oh Joe.”
That was all it took for Ben to stop, become flaccid. He suddenly had an urge to remove himself from her, both her vagina, and her presence. She looked at him in shock, her eyes wide and mouth open. Then came the never ending silence. He laid down next to her on their brown down comforter that they had chosen together for their new home. He started to fiddle with a thread on it that had fallen loose, trying to comprehend what just happened, while she stared at the white ceiling. Three minutes had passed, and neither of them had said anything. She turned to him. He felt her take a deep breath, and from the corner of his eye could see her open her mouth to say something. But then she released the air she was holding, and turned back to the ceiling…. This was going to be a long night.
The morning wasn’t any better. They navigated around each other, him handing her coffee, her fixing his tie, like a well oiled machine. Their morning routine hadn’t changed. Just this time they did it in silence. Leslie wasn’t rambling about some project that she was going to do that day, and Ben wasn’t piping up with reminders. When both of them arrived at the front doors, where they typically shared a kiss before going their separate ways, they stood awkwardly in the doorway not looking each other in the eye. He kissed her cheek quickly, and she nodded, rushing to her car. Neither of them were willing to address what occurred the night before. Sure, she had met Joe Biden that day, and that was enough to get anyone hyped up. Meeting their sex idol could make anyone horny.
But Ben was furious. He had heard of people thinking of other things during sex, but he didn’t want to ever think that his fiancé, soon to be wife, was thinking of anyone else when he was pounding into her. How was it fair that he had to do the hard work and someone else got the credit? All day he stewed, angrily, unsure of how to go about it. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Every second he thought of something else, he berated himself and quickly turned back to his pity party of frustration. He got to her house before she did that night, and everything made him more upset. He could see their life scattered about the house, THEIR life. Not her and Joe Biden’s life. Yet there was a picture of Joe on the staircase. There on the table was the autographed picture BEN had so thoughtfully helped her get yesterday. Damn. He shared her with Joe Biden. And this thought angered him. Ben’s biggest fear wasn’t Joe Biden, but it was the idea that she was already bored enough with their sex life that she now imagined someone else in his place. This didn’t bode well with him. All he thought about was her. Every day. Especially now that they were engaged, it took everything in him not to jump her in random places. Every side smile she gave him, every time she used her hands to talk, every time she wore a fucking blazer- he was putty in her hands. Everything she did made him buzz, and every time she kissed him he felt his heart skip a beat like a thirteen year old school girl. Here he was, salivating at everything that was Leslie Knope, and she was already bored with their sex life. So lost was he in his anger, that when the key turned to their door, he didn’t think but barreled over. If she was surprised to see him, standing by her couch, she didn’t say anything. But he didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he was slamming the door, with the keys still in the front key hole, pushing her against it and kissing her like his life depended on it. The kisses weren’t soft or gentle, they were aggressive and demanding. He even bit her lip just a little too hard and she made a surprised gasp in his mouth. But her hands were in his hair, and her lips were shoving hard against his. She started running her hands down his back, to his butt and he grabbed them and pinned them above her head. She made a sound of disapproval and started to try to move them back to where they were but he held strong. He broke away from the kiss and looked at her. She looked dazed, her lips were swollen, and her hair was somehow already messy against the door. He fixed her with a piercing gaze.
“Keep your hands there.”
She tried to hide her smug smile, but he saw it peeking at the edges of her mouth and soon his lips were back to ravaging hers. He pulled her legs up around his waist, so he was the one that had her pinned to the door, and he was using them to keep her in place. Leslie, being Leslie wasn’t following directions as she was directed to. She kept grinding herself against him, regardless of the distance he was trying to keep between her and his cock. And because his hands were busy holding her, and he was keeping a distance, she let her hands snake between them to try to touch him. But Ben wasn’t having it. He carried her into the kitchen, dropped her and shook his head. He spun her around, so that she was facing the table, placed her hands on the table and started kissing her neck from behind. His hands kept hers in place so they were leaning down against the table, and he kissed her neck. The kisses started to become gentle until he saw another picture of Joe Biden in her kitchen.
“You are mine.” He growled in her ear. And she moaned as he sucked her neck where he knew drove her crazy, hard enough to leave a mark. She tried to grind herself against him, and his erection, but he placed his hands on her hips to stop her.
“Take off your slacks.” She tried to turn around and face him, but he kept her pinned facing the table. She started undoing the button on her pants, right as he let his hands go around her and start rubbing her breasts. She moaned desperately, as he reached under her bra and massaged her tits in his hands. She made work of her pants, and got them off quickly. She tried to reach around to get his pants, off, but he was in control.
“Leslie keep your hands on the table.” She whined, until he pinched her nipple, and he could her breathing get labored and heavy. He let himself squeeze and rub her tits, all while he sucked on her neck. She was moaning, and he knew he couldn’t take much more.
“Take off your shirt.” She did so quickly, and spun around giving him a satisfied smile. She leaned in to kiss him but instead he leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.
“Oh Ben.”
“Say it again” He demanded raspily as he blew hot air on her nipple.
“Ben please.” She was rewarded with him taking her nipple back into his mouth. She tried again to reach down and undress him but he spun her around again. He could tell she was getting tired of this game but he didn’t care. He leaned in, nibbled her ear, and pushed her into the table so she could feel his erection flush against her.
“Leslie I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck the shit out of you until you don’t know anything but my name. I am going to make you scream my name so loud that the whole world hears who you belong to.”
“Yes.” She moaned loudly, right as he ran a finger across her entrance. She spread her legs apart, so he could put a finger inside her. She was soaking around his fingers, and he barley put his finger inside her as she whined for more.
“Say it.”
“More.” She begged. He took his finger out of her completely and she tried to push herself against his hand.
“Say my name.”
“Ben!” And he slammed his finger inside of her, and she screamed, her head falling back to his shoulder.
“Say it again.” He ran a finger over her clit and she shuddered.
“Ben ben ben.” She started chanting as he started pushing two fingers in and out of her. Her head was rolling back, and she was gasping and moaning while screaming his name.
“Undo my pants.” She turned around, and gone was the self satisfied smirk, and it was replaced by a woman who was begging for it. So turned on by his sudden aggressiveness that she needed him now. When his pants were off, he span her around again, and this time she didn’t even whine. She merely leaned against the table, putting her butt in the air to give the hint that she needed him inside her. He pinched her butt, and watched her jump up a little.
“Please Ben.” She moaned, almost lost. He entered his penis at her opening and entered her just a little.
“Who do you belong to?”
“YOU! You Benjamin Wyatt. I belong to you. I always will. Now put your fucking penis inside me right now.”
He sunk deep into her and both of them moaned in relief. He reached around and started rubbing her boobs, as he fucked her from behind.
“Fuck me Ben. Fuck me as only you can.”
“Leslie.”
Both of them moaning as her wet pussy tightened around his dick with every movement. She started chanting his name again, and suddenly the contact didn’t seem enough. He spun her around, propped her up on the table, and started slamming into her. She grabbed his hands and intertwined them with hers as he pounded her. Their lips intertwined, and their mouths started ravaging one another’s, and all they could hear was the pounding of skin slapping against each other. He removed his hand to run a hand through her hair and she separated their mouths staring at him deeply.
“I’m yours Ben.”
“I’m yours Leslie.” He repeated and suddenly he was lost in her. He reached down and started playing with her wet clit, watching her expression as he did. She tried her hardest to focus on him, but her eyes kept closing because of the pleasure that was building.
“Fuck, Ben, Fuck.” She exclaimed as a shudder ran through her body. He gave a her a second to recover from her orgasm, but soon she started rocking against him again.
“Ben look at me.” His eyes met hers. “You are my penguin.” He didn’t know what that meant, but with the intensity her eyes bored into his he understood her intention.
“No one else can do this to me. Now make me scream.” He kissed her again, and then pulled her butt against him. He started pounding, without rythmn, all while frantically rubbing her clit. When he spilled his seed inside her, she yelled his name and came a second time. They sat there, her bare butt against his table and her head buried in his shoulder, trying to catch their breaths. When they finally did she looked at him shyly.
“I love you Benjamin Wyatt.”
“And I love you Leslie Knope.” He brushed her bangs back into her messy hair.
“I think you are so fucking sexy and I think we should go back to the bedroom and do that again.” He laughed and kissed her temple.
“Give me twenty minutes”
“In that twenty minutes can I show you all the parts of me that belong to you?” He quirked an eyebrow at her.
“As long as I get to give them all the attention they deserve.”
“Deal.”