It wasn't like Ben to fall in love with a girl who he knew didn't love him back. Well, it did happen, but he's never, like, actually fallen in lovewith a girl like that. Not until now.

He unlocked the front door, before walking into his shared apartment with his girlfriend.

"Brit, you here?" His smooth, slightly raspy voice called out through the apartment he called home. There was silence for a while, the loud silence filling the room. He let out a sigh, putting his guitar case, that was holding his red and black electric guitar, on the floor, where he always put it.

He walked over to the couch, plopping down on it. He leans back, crossing his arms over his eyes blocking the bright light that was seeping into the room from the uncovered window. He sat there in silence for a few seconds, unaware that his girlfriend has now came out of their shared room.

"Ben," Her tone was cold, something he had started to notice a few months ago. It wasn't the loving tone it once was. That concerned him. He puts his arms down, looking up at his brunette partner with a soft, loving smile. The one that had always seemed to match Kurt Cobain.

"Hey, Brit," His tone was filled with warmth, his love for her truly audible in the moment. "Why didn't you answer when i called you? I didn't know you were here." He reached up a pale hand, grabbing hers with a firm, but gentle hold.

Again, Britney just ignored him, not even holding his hand back. Her brown eyes were filled with slight annoyance. He had never seen that before, so he was getting really worried now.

"Britney?" His electric blue eyes looking up at her with a loving, slightly concerned look. He tightens his grip on her hand a little, being careful not to make it too tight.

She finally answered, his cold voice breaking the silence. "I have to leave in a few minutes." She pulls her hand away from Ben's, her hands going to her pants and unbuttoning them. Bens eyes widen, his pale face flushing as he realizes what she's doing.

"W-Wait- Right now?" He sits up, his body not prepared for what he knows is going to come now. "Yeah, I'm bored. I have nothing else to do, so this is my last resort." She fully unbuttons her pants, getting them down below her round hips.

Ben feels a small pang in his heart at "last resort", but he pushes it away, still processing what she's doing. "O-Oh.. Okay.." Before he has time to do anything or say anything else, Britney gets on top of him, straddling his lap.

Her hands go down to his pants, unbuckling his black belt and pulling his light blue jeans down, only covering half of his thighs now. She pulls his black boxers down, before suddenly getting on his semi-hard erection, lowering down on the 6". Ben lets out a small gasp, his face flushing even more at the sudden warmth and tightness around him.

His body tenses a little bit, looking up at his girlfriend with soft, bright eyes, wrapping his arms around her waist. Britney rolls her eyes, quietly muttering "Child.." to herself as Ben holds tightly onto her. She starts to move, inflicting more gasps and small breaths from Ben.

She continues, starting to move faster, as it was very easy for her to get off on things. Ben is fully hard by now, now really sensitive as she continues to move on him. She pulls his head away from her chest, not letting him lean on her anymore. She grabs his pale hand, putting it against her breast. He let her, gently resting his warm hand against her.

"No, not like that.." She rolls her eyes again in annoyance, making him squeeze her boob, in a way that she preferred, over the way that made Ben less uncomfortable. Ben didn't really like squeezing peoples boobs, but he loved her, so he was willing to do whatever to please her.

Ben leaned his head back, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from letting out noises that are louder than a small breath. His eyes closed, his eyebrows slightly furrowing in pleasure as he starts to subtly buck his hips up, gently pumping into her.

Britney looked unimpressed at his actions, finding his whole reaction kind of pathetic, but not caring enough to stop. "Have you ever even had sex before? You're acting like a horny teenager.."

Ben tried to ignore her words, his mind a little too filled with pleasure to actually take her words to heart right now.

After a few seconds, Britney felt herself getting closer, so she reacher her hand down and helped herself finish, not even attempting to speed up her movement, let alone pay any attention to Ben right now. Soon after, she felt the familiar wave of finishing come over her, her movements coming to a stop.

Before Ben could even process that she stopped moving, she gets off of him, standing up and pulling her pants back up. Ben pauses, realizing she's gotten up, and is now grabbing her bag and heading to the front door, just leaving him on the couch, still worked up.

"Hey-.." His attempt at getting her attention is unsuccessful, as she exits the door, leaving him alone on the couch, leaving the problem she caused for him to deal with on his own. His heart sinks a little, staring at the door she walked out of, without even letting him know that she had even finished.

Oh.

He subtly presses his thighs together, starting to feel a little self-conscious. He remembers the words she said. "Have you even had sex before? You fuck like a horny teenager.." His heart starts to take in how hurtful those small, almost inconsiderate sentences were, looking down at the ground with a small look of disappointment.

His mind suffers from inner conflict for a minute, before Ben just shakes his head, pulling his pants back up and buckling his belt again, letting the unworthy feelings take over. He doesn't care that he's still erect, or the fact that his jeans have an obvious tent in them. He ignores it, a wave of vulnerability washing over him as he stays tense on the couch, lost in thought.