Regular Show Benson Costume Novels & Stories

I immediately went her way and gave her a kissed on a cheek, I stilled when I saw the person behind her. "Good evening, I'm Atty. Benencio." He smiled to everyone, I looked at Hance and he averted his eyes away from me. He’s wearing a white longsleeve polo while two buttons open, the sleeve are folded unto his elbow. Partnered with black trousers... like the usual pants he wear... before. His body features grown more, that makes a lot of women lay their eyes on him. His eyes were so dark... like before. His hair was in clean cut... like he used to.

Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, and display cases filled with carefully chosen implements silk ropes, leather floggers, belts, nipple clamps, and more. Benson watched her reaction with that razor-sharp perception of his. Decades of reading people told him everything: the way her thighs pressed together, the flush creeping up her neck, the way her hazel eyes widened with a blend of awe and raw need. This wasn’t just curiosity. This was the culmination of every stolen glance, every fantasy she’d harbored since day one. “Strip,” he commanded softly, already shedding his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. “Slowly. Show me what belongs to me.”

With his flushed, pinkish complexion, he was looking like someone coming down from heaven itself. I groaned. I will have to change my clothes. I hate stains. And above all, I don’t want people to know I have a cum stain on my chest! “Ugggh! Damn! My clothes are stained!”I groaned, still wiping my face for any drops and stains. Complaining and annoyed earning a chuckle from Mr. Benson. I’ll give an extra 50 dollars for the shirt.”

Alice’s POV I could feel myself becoming wet, my panties dripping with my arousal. Bensons eyes turned black with lust as he noticed the scent. He picked me up wrapping my legs around his torso. No matter how many times I had seen this man naked I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be mated to such a sexy man. Benson was 6ft2 with short black hair which he always had spiked up using way to much gel if you are my opinion, deep chocolate coloured eyes and olive skin. My goddess let’s not forget about those muscles. My man is ripped.

“No, no, no. I am in no pain now. On the contrary, I feel so good and even have an appetite. I really crave for something good now.” As he spoke, Benson removed his clothes in front of the public, exposing his upper body. Everyone could see that there were black markings all over his body. These black markings were the best proof of being poisoned by Heart Eater. But... In full view of the public, Benson took out a bottle of water and splashed it on his body. He then wiped the black markings off his body with a handkerchief! “Tch, this shit is really dirty. I told them to make it easier to be rubbed off. Those bastards still made it so dirty.” Benson swore.

I was stunned as I hadn't seen him dressed like this before. He mostly wore plain shirts and black trousers, and sometimes he wore tailored suits. So seeing him in a casual wear as he wore white canvas shoes made him look breathtakingly handsome. "Cat got your tongue?" Alpha Benson demanded as he saw me gawking at him from head to toe, instead of greeting him. I was only wearing a white towel around my chest, and I became conscious of my body that I was slightly unclothed.

June did not take the silver box. She backed away from the door. Her heels clicked on the wood floor of the apartment. The little girl in the dress stood still. Her smile did not move. Her eyes did not blink. She held the box out in the hallway. The ceiling light seemed to bend around her body. It was as if she were not really there. "June, who is at the door?" Bensons voice came from behind her. June turned around. Benson was standing there. He looked healthy and strong. He wore a doctors coat over a nice suit. He looked like the man June had always dreamed he would be. He was successful, safe and happy.

"You might change your mind, and the only way to find out is if you go out and put effort into finding that special someone. Now, let me inspect your outfit." I let out an aggravated sigh as Ben circled me like a shark. My hair faded, and I wore dark blue jeans, a black button-up shirt, and black loafers. I was also wearing a black leather belt and a silver watch as an "accessory. This idea was ridiculous; I'd rather be in my work clothes. "I'm not a fan of all the black, but you look good. You need to roll your sleeves up." Ben helped me roll up my sleeves and looked over me one last time.

After watching the commotion from the back of the crowd, I turned to leave for a break, only to accidentally bump into a firm chest. Silver hair brushed across my face. I looked up—and saw a breathtakingly handsome face. “Your look is incredible,” I swallowed unconsciously. Compared to Kane, what kind of heartthrob was Jevon? “But what’s going on with your outfit?” My gaze drifted downward, and I noticed that Kane wasn’t wearing the costume originally provided by the production team. He was dressed in silver armor, majestic and imposing. The production team had originally prepared a set of “bronze armor”—not real bronze, of course, just painted to look like it, covered in fake mud as if it h

The wink he gave afterward only deepened the blush burning across my face. I smiled shyly. “Thank you, Ben. You don’t look bad yourself.” And it was true. He wasn’t dressed extravagantly— just a fitted black shirt paired with matching black pants and polished shoes. Yet somehow, simplicity looked good on him. The first two buttons of his shirt were left undone, exposing part of his smooth chest, giving him that effortlessly intimidating aura only Bernard Reed could possess. The entire hall quieted once everyone settled properly. Then Bernard rose from his seat once more. And every eye in the room followed him instantly.