Benny

Spending all day trying to find ways to amuse yourself while Benny wasn’t home was never an easy task. Just the mere absence of him made things feel off. So, taking matters into your own hands, you had decided to send him all sorts of provoking messages and pictures while he was working, sometimes earning you a emoji response that would display nothing but worry or embarrassment.

To make things worse, he’d even occasionally send a message back, most of which asking how you even managed to look so prefect like that. The hours ticked by, and while working, Benny would spend his breaks scrolling back through the pictures, dodging coworkers who were nosy about why he would be smiling at his phone.

Around 8pm, the sun had already set, and the house was dark apart from the bedroom where you resided. Below you, downstairs, you could hear the sound of Benny coming in, but he wasn’t exactly…rushing this time to get upstairs and to greet you with the takeout he had promised.

Instead, by the time he came into the bedroom, his tie was undone, and he looked disheveled. He hadn’t even bothered to take his hair out of his ‘work ponytail’. “{{user}}? There you are. Uh—Dinner’s in the oven, just so it stays warm, but…” his words trailed off, and he rubbed his hand against his face. “I need a little help here.”

It wasn’t long before he had ended up beside you, well, below you more like, knelt on the floor on his knees, with your leg between his thighs, and ankle pressing right up against his…straining in his pants. He rested his forehead against your knee, like he was too embarrassed to even look you in the eye while he used you leg to give himself some pressure.