(Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader)
Summary: Ben is trying to be a good boyfriend and hold back his possessive instincts. But it’s difficult to control himself when men like The Deep cross lines.
Warnings: +18 MDNI. SMUT (unprotected p in v, riding, doggy—various positions, idk, they’re horny—, choking, spanking, deepthroating, big d ben ofc, degrading words, one use of ‘daddy’), ben is kinda rough and caveman-like but he is trying to be nice(?), toxic masculinity, gaslighting, kinda-toxic established relationship, reader being sexualized af, kinda fluffy yet angsty sometimes, the Deep being annoying, and consumption of drugs.
Being part of The Seven was one of the worst things that could’ve happened to you. After replacing the “treacherous” Starlight, Vought’s marketing sexualized you to the fullest extent.
It started with your small, tight costume, which left nothing to the imagination; one wrong movement and your boobs could spill out mid-fight. Then came the innocent commercials with sexual innuendo… You were haunted by the commercial where you were “playfully” moaning and whining while getting covered in glue.
In every film, TV show, and even fucking TikTok videos, you were used as a sex icon to attract perverts. What even was the point of a shirtless scene in a movie about The Deep and you fighting the Mexican cartel?
And, of course, Vought tried to set you up in a PR relationship with Homelander. You were sure they would’ve gone with Deep if he hadn’t been married already. But in all honesty? It would be a nightmare to pretend to date either of them.
The false relationship didn’t work—thank goodness—since Homelander couldn’t stand spending more than five minutes close to you. And who were you to complain? You had the daily mission of avoiding Homelander and your fellow Seven members as much as possible.
But everything changed when he returned.
You had no doubt that Soldier Boy would be just as obnoxious and evil as his dear son, Homelander. But then you noticed the long, quiet glances your way, the stammering over his words every time he tried to talk to you, and the respectful, gentle way he treated you.
Only you, though. He was horrible to anyone else who tried to start a conversation with him.
Being brought back to life for a second time had changed Soldier Boy’s perspective on many things. He hadn’t loved anyone in years, and he wanted to do things right with you…
You entered your Vought apartment and let out a long, tired sigh. After being the face of this year’s Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, all you wanted to do was lie in bed and eat a thick hamburger. You took off your robe, the expensive lingerie, and the painfully high heels to take a cold shower.
Bathed and comfy, you returned to your living room. It was so full of gifts and flowers that it was difficult to walk around them. There were roses, lilies, tulips, orchids... but you were looking for a specific set of sunflowers. A bouquet you had been receiving every day for the past two months.
They never came with cards or clues as to who your secret admirer was, so you appreciated them much more. There were no ulterior motives behind them; someone simply wanted you to have flowers every single day.
You had spent almost twenty minutes frantically walking around your living room when a soft knock on your door stopped you. You looked at the time on your phone: almost midnight.
After grabbing a kitchen knife, you opened a fraction of the door.
Looking at the floor and with his hands behind his back, stood a normally-dressed Soldier Boy.
Your body relaxed at the lack of threat. “Oh, hey. What’s up?” You looked him up and down. “I’ve never seen you out of your suit—”
Before you could finish your sentence, you remembered your current attire: Hello Kitty pants and a baggy Star Wars shirt. You discreetly hid half of your body behind the door.
Soldier Boy glanced up and tried to smile. “H-Hey. Uhm, sorry if it’s too late. I just…” He cleared his throat. “I dozed off while waiting for you to come back, but I just heard you pacing around.”
You grimaced. “Right. You’re next door. I’m sorry. Was I too loud?”
He firmly shook his head. “Not at all. My apartment is just… too quiet, I guess.” His eyes dropped to the ground again. “Whatever. I watched that, uhm, runway show on TV and t-thought you did a great job, so I wanted to…”
Pulling his hands from behind his back, Soldier Boy showed you a bouquet of sunflowers.
Your jaw dropped as you took a step back from the surprise. All those months… “It was you?!”
He blinked confusedly. “What? Oh… yes. I’ve left some at your door before. I don’t know if you’ve seen them—”
“Of course!” you shrieked with a wide, excited smile. Then you shrank down, remembering the late hour. “I mean, yes, yes, I have. Oh, God. I’m so…”
There were a hundred possible adjectives to describe what this revelation was causing to your head, your heart, and your stomach, but none of them would be accurate enough. From all the scenarios you had imagined, this was definitely the best.
(Thank fuck it wasn’t The Deep…)
You smiled nervously, like a girl talking to her crush for the first time as you fidgeted with the door’s handle. “Do you want to come in?”
Soldier Boy froze for a split second. “Are you… sure?”
You rolled your eyes playfully and nodded. “I was about to order some McDonald's and maybe watch a movie. Wanna join me?”
Maybe you had fallen in love with Ben because he was the first man to see you as a human being, and maybe you should’ve seen a therapist to discuss that, but you didn’t care.
And, well, his big dick and your wonderful bed chemistry definitely helped his case.
There was just a tiny flaw in your amazing man: his old-fashioned possessiveness and uncontrollable jealousy.
No one really cared about you two going out. Vought was busy trying not to go bankrupt; Firecracker was discreetly trying to take your place as the face of the company; Deep and Noir were distracted hating each other; Sage was being her mysterious usual self; and Homelander… wanted people to see him as a god.
That’s how you found yourself presenting a PowerPoint with ideas for Homelander’s godly rebranding in your current team meeting.
You leant forward to your computer as you angrily pressed a button to pass the slide. “Shitty thing,” you muttered when the screen froze.
As you bent further, squinting at the screen and unconsciously arching your back, Ben noticed something. Right next to him, Deep’s eyes wandered unashamedly to your ass. He bit his lip and discreetly adjusted himself.
You grunted and hit the side of the computer. “This stupid thing doesn’t work.”
“Your USB probably has a virus,” Firecracker commented shadily before looking at Homelander for approval.
The blond man was stoically staring at the door with his hands pressed together on the table. You gulped nervously, hoping he wouldn’t explode against you.
Homelander had stopped the mean comments towards you since he found out about your relationship with his father, but he still threw ugly glares your way when Ben wasn’t present.
“I’ll just request another one and—” You never finished your sentence.
It all happened in a flash.
Soldier Boy stood up and smashed Deep’s head against the table.
“What the fuck, bro?!” Deep tried to get up, but Ben helped him to it.
Your man grabbed Deep by the collar and flung him across the floor. He approached his weak body and repeatedly kicked him in the head, stomach, and crotch.
Everyone was taken aback by the sudden violence, but no one moved to stop it. The Deep’s whines and cries filled the quiet room.
Your hands were on your mouth from the shock. You looked at Homelander, who had a tiny smirk on his face.
And anything he liked would always be something you hated.
You walked around the table and muttered, “That’s enough.”
Soldier Boy was so enraged and jealous that he didn’t pay attention. He hovered over Deep. “I should tear off your eyes for staring at my girl’s ass,” he grunted before punching him hard.
The Deep was trying to cover his bloody face as he whimpered, “I’m sorry!”
“You have no right to even look in her direction, you hear me?”
You sighed deeply and approached the scene. “C’mon, stop. You’ll kill him.”
But he didn’t register your words at all. Ben grasped Deep’s face and yelled, “Do you understand or are you too much of an idiot?!”
Deep cried, “I do! I’m so sorry!”
Soldier Boy raised his arm to deliver another punch, but you had enough of this embarrassing scene.
Your angry tone mixed with the mention of his real name seemed to make its magic. Ben lowered his arm slowly, spat on The Deep’s face, and stood up.
His broad, proud chest deflated at your gloomy expression. He hadn’t thought clearly about his actions; he just reacted at the sight of a threat… like a caveman.
You ignored everyone’s stares and ran away from the meeting room. Without a doubt, Soldier Boy followed behind.
But you walked firmly down the hallways and away from the chaos. People jumped out of your way, not from fear but from awe. You forced smiles at them until you reached the elevator.
“Honey…” Ben murmured, noticing you were insistently pressing the closing button. He sped up. “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous—”
And the doors closed on his face. He sighed deeply and refrained from causing another scene in public.
The stairs would work… if your bedrooms weren’t ten floors below.
“Goddamn, woman,” he muttered and started the long way downstairs.
Your thoughts combined with people’s voices were making everything loud. You needed to lock yourself in your bathroom and take a long bubble—
Ben roughly pushed the door to your quarters open, preventing you from closing it fully.
You stepped back before the door could hit you in the chest, which made Ben raise his hands and look at you with wide eyes. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I—”
“I wanna be alone,” you muttered, walking to your kitchen for a desperately needed glass of water.
He followed behind you, his hands tight in fists. “You always say we have to 'communicate' and all those things pussies do, but now you want me to go away? Do you hear yourself?”
You pulled a glass from the cabinet and opened the refrigerator.
Ben stepped right next to you. “Oh, you are ignoring me? Real mature, Y/N.”
That was it… Your patience seemed to run thin when you were with him.
You turned to your boyfriend with livid eyes. “I’m the immature one? Me? Not the guy who beat up a dude out of jealousy?”
He scoffed. “It was not any dude. That disgusting piece of shit was ogling your ass with no shame.”
You sighed and poured some water for yourself. “Everyone looks at my ass when I’m in this micro suit that your son ordered me to wear.”
Ben’s jaw dropped. “He can have my blood, but he isn’t my son, and you know that pretty well, Y/N. Stop with your goddamn mind games to make me feel guilty.”
It was your turn to be flabbergasted. “I’m not doing that! I’m just saying that you should be used to this by now. Especially with Deep, he looks at everyone’s butts. Even yours!”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” he muttered.
“It’s my body. I definitely don’t like it either, but if you beat up every guy who looks at my ass, there would be no male population.”
Ben passed both hands through his hair. “That’s not my point. It’s not only the looking at it. It’s the disrespect.”
You crossed your arms. “To you or to me?”
He opened and closed his mouth, then sighed. “To both, doll. These morons know you’re my girl, and they still look at you as if you were free meat on the market down the street.”
Ben realized he fucked up when the words had already escaped his mouth. “Which you are not,” he added, trying to save the situation.
“Leave,” you murmured angrily. “Now.”
“What I’m saying is that men should know better—”
“No!” you cut him off. “Don’t pretend this isn’t a jealousy tantrum. We’ve had this conversation before, and you always try to find excuses.”
You placed your hands on his chest and started to push him backwards to the kitchen’s door. “Fuck off.”
Ben didn’t move an inch. “Can we talk like mature adults who want to maintain a healthy relationship?” he said, clearly mocking you.
“Oh, because we are so healthy,” you snapped with sarcasm.
His shoulders dropped as his heart stung… and now you were the one that fucked up. Ben scoffed and turned around, going straight to the main door.
You sighed and reached for his left arm. “Baby, wait.”
“No, no.” He pulled back. “Let me fulfill your wish of fucking off.”
And there was nothing worse for your heart than seeing him walk away. You jumped between him and the door.
“Baby, I love that you want to protect me all the time…” you spoke in a low, soft voice. “But your possessiveness isn’t healthy for us.”
Ben melted as you reached for his hands.
“I know. I’m working on it, honey,” he murmured, his thumb caressing your knuckles tenderly. “But you don't know what it’s like to date someone who is desired by everyone.” His arms wrapped around your waist as he drew you closer to press his forehead against yours. “You could be with any man in the world, baby. And you should definitely be with someone less fucked up.”
Your hands held his cheeks as you shook your head. “I don’t want anyone else, Ben.”
He closed his eyes, the simple yet genuine words hitting him hard. “You’ll get tired of me. My head is a mess. I have no self-control and—”
You silenced his insecure words with a soft kiss.
“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. “I’m not going anywhere, alright?”
Ben licked his lips, already missing yours, and dived back for another taste. This time, it quickly turned passionate as he backed you to the door.
That’s how it always was with you two. The arguments and yells morphed to kisses and physical apologies.
He started devouring your jaw and neck, finding your weak spots with ease. You gasped when his big, strong hands grabbed your ass roughly. His beard tickled you as he whispered in your ear. “I love you too, honey. You’ve no idea how much.”
And, for the millionth time this month, he carelessly tore apart your suit. You felt yourself getting wet as the cold air hit your bare skin. Ben slapped your ass before hooking his hands behind your thighs to lift you up.
You couldn’t contain a soft moan at the sudden contact of your pussy with his suit. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips. He smiled arrogantly against your collarbone, then walked to the nearest surface: the dining table.
He pushed the flower vase and the napkins to the floor before laying you down and spreading your legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ben murmured and reached for your breasts. He grabbed your left one, playing with your nipple until it hardened. “And I’m the only one that gets to see you like this.” You moaned and arched your back, needing his tongue to replace his fingers. But he stopped. “Say it.”
You frowned and whined. “What now?”
Ben sighed through his nose and squeezed your breast. “Say I’m the only one that gets to fuck you like a whore on your dining table.”
His sweet words never lasted long.
And you would be lying if you said it didn’t make you wetter.
You rested on your elbows and whispered, “Well… on this dining table, yes.”
Ben rolled his eyes at your joke attempt. His free hand slid up to cup the back of your neck, holding you closer. “On every fucking surface of this shitty apartment?” he clarified.
You gulped and looked up at him with faux innocence. “Y-yes. Only you,” you whispered.
He let go of your neck to grasp your cheeks and kiss you messily. You held onto his shoulders, moving to the edge to feel him against your bareness. When you made contact with his hard belt, your hips started moving desperately.
Ben chuckled and pulled back from your lips. “Needy for my cock, doll?”
You nodded without hesitation. “I need it. Here. Now.”
He clicked his tongue. “You know I like to take my time with you, princess.”
You whined and pressed yourself against his hard-on, making him groan. “Please fuck me, daddy.”
And that broke what was left of his self-control.
He wanted to make you fall apart with his tongue and fingers first, but you were an expert on making him a mess. Ben fidgeted hurriedly with his belt, his eyes glued to your body. You played with your nipples and let out little whimpers to tease him some more.
“You’ll be the end of me, woman,” he murmured before shoving down his pants.
He pulled out his hard cock and immediately aligned it to your entrance… but you stopped him. “Take it all off,” you whined, pulling at the top of his suit.
Ben sighed, took a step back and grumpily unclasped piece by piece. “You’re bossy today.”
You smirked and planted your feet on the edge of the table, giving him a perfect view of your wet, open pussy. “Why do something if you won’t do it correctly?”
Your boyfriend rolled his eyes. “Is this about the grilled cheese I burnt this morning?”
“No, but now that you mention it— Oh!” Your words were replaced by a loud, trembling gasp when Ben slammed fully into you.
He grasped your hips hard enough to leave marks as he started a rough, fast pace. You held onto his shoulders, your nails sinking in his skin as if your life depended on it.
The table shook rhythmically with each of his movements. “Not so bratty anymore, doll?” he grunted cockily.
You could only respond with more shaky moans as you looked at him with glassy eyes, overwhelmed by the fullness.
Ben lifted his left hand to hold the back of your neck before kissing your forehead, a gesture completely opposite to what he was doing with his lower body. “Cat got your tongue?”
As if proving his point, you whined and pouted for a kiss. He chuckled but brought you close to meet your lips, the tenderness of it contrasting with the animalistic need in his body.
Ben pulled your hair, exposing your neck before biting down to leave long-lasting hickeys. He was claiming you, a rough reminder of who you belong to.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his voice barely audible against the loud sound of skin slapping against skin. “Take it all, doll.”
You were a moaning mess as you tried to hold onto the table, but the slippery glass wasn’t helping. “Couch,” you ordered weakly. “I want to be on top.”
Ben didn’t have to be told twice. Without pulling out, he lifted you up and rushed to the pricey velvet couch. He sat down and looked up at you with newfound hunger. You leant forward and positioned yourself in your favorite riding position.
His arms surrounded your back to bring your breasts closer to his face. “Fuck, I love you,” he murmured before devouring them eagerly.
At times like this, you both wondered why you wasted time fighting when you could’ve had him balls deep inside you.
You grasped the couch’s back for support and suddenly felt a sting in your hand. “Shit!”
Ben looked up worriedly, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your left breast. “What’s wrong?”
You patted around until you found the source of your pain: a phone with a smashed screen.
“What happened to your phone?” you gasped, then sighed and smiled condescendingly. “You sat on it with your fat ass again?”
His face dropped as he tried to take the device from your hand. Thinking he was playing, you raised your arm to keep it out of his reach. “C’mon, why didn’t you tell me?” you chuckled. “We’ll buy another one tomo—”
“Just give it to me, for fuck’s sake!” he snapped. “I didn’t sit on it, okay? Give me my phone.”
The cold tone of his voice while his cock was literally shoved inside you was… an insane scenario. You shoved the wrecked phone into his chest. “It was a joke,” you mumbled and stood up.
Ben grabbed your wrist, his eyes back to soft and regretful. “I didn’t mean to snap. I’m sorry, doll. Come here—”
“No, I’ll…” You pulled your arm away from his touch. “I’ll take a shower.”
Now you remembered why your relationship was more fight than lust. Your boyfriend had the talent of suddenly being a huge asshole.
You finished wrapping your wet hair with a cotton towel and walked back to the living room, where Ben was supposedly waiting for you to watch a movie.
He was manspreading on the couch, a hand on the controller and a deep frown on his face as he watched the television. “What the fuck is this?”
You skipped like a happy deer to sit down next to him, but the excitement drained from your body when you saw the screen.
It was your most recent food commercial. You were in your usual tight superhero suit, but your makeup and hair were overdone for the camera.
“You know I like them thick and creamy,” Television-You said before taking a big bite of a hamburger and moaning.
You grimaced and looked at your boyfriend, who was watching the commercial with disgust. A pang of shame struck you hard.
“Come to Hooters and try my personal favorite: Juicy Booty,” you finished, winking at the camera.
Ben sighed and pressed his face into his hands. “What the fuck?”
You stood up anxiously, avoiding his eyes as you looked for your phone. “Did you take a look at my movie watchlist? I’m thinking we can watch Zoolan—”
“Don’t change the topic,” he muttered. “What was that? Why the fuck do you make stuff like that?”
Needing a distraction, you walked to the kitchen to prepare some microwave popcorn.
“It’s not like I have a choice,” you mumbled. “I signed a contract with Vought.”
He entered the kitchen, fuming. “So if Vought asks you to do porn, you’d do it?”
You glared at him, then turned back to the microwave. “Of course not. It’s just a stupid commercial. Get over it.”
Ben scoffed, thoroughly offended. “Get over my girlfriend acting like a prostitute for Vought to get some dollars that won’t make a difference in her fortune?”
Your heart dropped as his words hit on your deepest insecurities. Ben noticed your tearful eyes and immediately regretted his words. “Well, I mean… Maybe more than some dollars—”
“Stop,” you snapped in a trembling voice. “Just… leave.”
Ben approached you slowly and hugged you from behind. He kissed the back of your neck. “I’m sorry. I love you so much and it hurts seeing Vought treat you like that.”
You closed your eyes as you fought the urge to give in. Ben turned you around gently and kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, doll. I don’t deserve you.”
“Don’t say that,” you whispered, already feeling bad for him. “I love you too… but I don’t like when you say stuff like that.”
He nodded and sighed. “I won’t do it again, okay? I promise.”
And after more murmured apologies between kisses, you believed him and let him fuck you on the kitchen counter, the popcorn’s buttery smell filling the room.
You were weak when it came to Ben. It seemed that you were the only one in the relationship who was understanding about him being from another decade.
“Things were different back then,” you repeated to yourself every time he said something morally incorrect…
But when were you drawing the line?
He tried to hold your hand again, but you brushed him off. As you began your naked walk of shame to the bathroom, Ben spoke again.
“I downloaded the app that you showed me. The one that answers questions,” he started. “Redhead?”
You slowly turned around. “Reddit?”
“Yes, that one.” He stood up. “I was looking up ways to reset the microwave—”
“Long story.” He paced as he continued, “The point is… when I finished, I looked up your name.”
You sighed, already imagining the thousand possible bad things he could’ve seen.
Ben shook his head as he grasped his hair in distress. “How can people talk about you like that?! And-and the drawings? It’s so… so…”
“Disgusting?” you offered.
“Inhuman,” he murmured. “There were drawings of your body with every type of proportions, or fucked by different Supes, or in weird costumes, or with octopus—”
You placed both hands on his chest. “I get it. I’ve seen some too.” At least he didn’t find the deepfakes…
He held your waist as he shook his head again, disappointed in society. “I hate that they see you like that. I wish I could… take you away from here.” He placed a strand of hair behind your ear. “Taken care of and loved by me. Only me.”
You closed your eyes, feeling conflicted about his protective nature.
His big hands stroke your cheeks possessively. “Let’s take a break from this. From Vought’s bullshit circus. Let’s go to… I don’t know. Europe? I’ll take you to Europe, baby.”
He kissed your forehead. “I’ll buy us a cabin in the most beautiful woods, and we can live there alone.” Then your nose. “I’ll get us a chef and a maid so we can fuck all day.”
He pulled slightly back to look into your eyes. “And we’ll have a big backyard where I’ll marry you.”
You stopped resisting. God, you were weak. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” He pecked your lips before murmuring against them. “And then, we will have all the puppies you want.”
Ben smirked and bit your lower lip gently. “And kittens, bunnies, flowers… anything for my princess.”
He was an expert at fucking up, but he excelled at convincing you to forgive him. And it seemed like he had succeeded with his words today.
You pushed him back to the wall and knelt in front of him. Your boyfriend smirked, proud of himself for making you horny again.
He grabbed your hair and guided your head forward, slapping you with his hard, leaking cock. “Open up, baby.”
You opened wide obediently as his thick head reached your lips. Ben groaned deeply when you took him in your mouth, your jaw already aching from his girth.
He gripped the back of your head and rolled his hips slowly. “Fuck… Take it all. I know you can do it.”
Waking him up with a blowjob every morning during the first month of your relationship had taught you how to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. Ben groaned at the messy sight of his cock disappearing between your beautiful lips.
His grip on your hair tightened as he thrust up and hit the back of your throat. “That’s it, fuck.” Your eyes watered when his hips began to move with more urgency. Ben looked down at you with lustful, dark eyes. “You look so pretty like this, doll. Bet you’d let me use this mouth all fucking day.”
You moaned around him, making him grunt and lose control. He was thrusting deep now, his balls slapping against your chin as he fucked your mouth. You held onto his strong thighs with shaky hands.
“Look at you,” Ben growled. “Choking on your man like a good girl. My perfect slut.” But he pulled out, letting you catch air, and lifted you up. “But I need to finish inside you.”
You gasped, startled, as he threw you over his shoulder and rushed to the bedroom. You wouldn’t stop him at all; you loved pleasing him but you needed to be fucked now.
After a sharp spank, Ben dropped you on the king-sized bed (which had never stayed clean for more than three hours since he moved into your chambers). He flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your ass, his favorite position.
“We’re not leaving this bed today,” he joked as he aligned his cock with your pussy.
You whimpered and pushed back for his voluptuous tip to slip in. “Please…”
Ben smirked and teased you with a few more inches. You grasped the bed and instinctively arched your back. But he pulled back and snickered. “Please what, baby?”
Typical of him to get cocky in the worst moments. You sighed heavily and mumbled, “Please put it in?”
He clicked his tongue. “You can do better than that.”
You grunted against the pillow before turning your head to the side and saying, “Please fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”
Ben chuckled and wiggled your ass playfully. “I don’t think you can handle all that.”
You rolled your eyes and pressed your back right to his crotch. “You know I can't, and that’s why you love it.”
Your boyfriend smiled wickedly and positioned himself back in your entrance. “Goddamn right, princess.” He pushed the tip in slowly. “Let’s see how rough I can get until I break you.”
Finally, Ben grunted deeply as he slammed into you. Your pussy clenched at his sounds and at the sensation of being filled to the brim. Even after a year, you hadn’t gotten used to his super-sized dick. And it wasn’t as if he ever gave you time to process it. No, once he was inside you, he couldn’t control himself.
Ben gripped your hips and set a relentless, rough pace. “Fuck. Always so tight.” Something inside him lit up at the sticky sight of his cock disappearing into you, right where it belonged, where he would never leave. “Feels good, baby?”
The bed was banging against the wall with each movement, creating a nasty melody joined by your moans and Ben’s grunts.
“It’s g-great,” you managed to respond. “Need m-more. Please!”
He wrapped both hands around your waist to hold your ass up and pounded into you deeply. His tip reached that sweet spot inside you over and over, making you arch your back.
“Oh, fuck! Don’t s-stop!” you yelled.
“Wasn’t planning to, princess,” he chuckled breathily. He spanked your left cheek. “Only I can fuck you this good, huh?”
“Y-yes, only you!” you moaned, trying to look back at him.
Ben pushed your face back to the mattress and used his free hand to slap your ass repeatedly. “Such a fucking slut for me. Clenching so hard around me.”
You couldn’t really process the pain he was causing to your lower back when his cock was transporting your mind to a lustful heaven.
“Want me to come inside, honey?” Ben asked, already knowing your answer.
“Please!” you whimpered. “Need you t-to fill me up.”
Ben hooked his fingers around your hair and pulled your head back to kiss your neck. “So perfect for me… You’re gonna be full of me all day. Won’t let a drop out of this cunt.”
You nodded. “I love you,” you whined, feeling overwhelmed with need. “Only you. Forever.”
He grabbed your cheeks and pecked your lips. “I love you more, honey.” His right hand wrapped around your front to rub fast circles on your clit. “I’m never letting you go. Not a fucking chance you’re getting rid of me, you hear me?”
You nodded again, like an obedient doll, and pouted your lips pathetically. “K-kiss.”
Ben gave you a passionate kiss that pushed you right to the edge. The rubs mixed with the hard snaps of his hips against your ass were enough for you to let go.
The tight clench of your orgasm brought him close to the afterglow too. He let out a guttural grunt as he spilled deep inside you, his hips stilling and his hands using your waist for support.
Ben sighed tiredly and kissed your cheek briefly. He pulled out and fell to the mattress next to you. “That was amazing.” He squeezed your thigh before sitting up.
Your tired body felt like a dumbbell sinking in an ocean. “We aren’t leaving this bed, indeed. I’m sleeping til dinner,” you mumbled.
Ben opened the nightstand’s drawer and pulled out a small bag of coke. You tensed immediately, glaring at him as he made a messy line and snorted it with ease.
You stared at the ceiling, biting your tongue while he lay back on your side. He caressed your waist tenderly... almost apologetically. But you knew him well enough to know that he never regretted doing a line.
For a long minute, Ben was so quiet you thought he had fallen asleep. Then he whispered, “We have to run away before you start showing.”
You gulped, the reminder causing your stomach to drop. “We still have two months or so.”
“I don’t care,” he said with the softest voice he could evoke. “We need to be out of here before that son of a bitch finds out.”
Your boyfriend didn’t have to explain why Homelander finding out about your unplanned pregnancy would be catastrophic.
Ben rested on his elbow to look at you. “The second I find the V-One for you, we’ll take a plane to—”
“I don’t want the V-One, baby,” you mumbled with a sad smile.
The ambient turned heavy every time you two talked about this. Ben had found out he was immortal, so naturally, he was determined to get the V-One before Homelander or Butcher’s gang and inject it into you.
Ben scoffed and sat up. “Wait until I have it before deciding, okay?” he said with a shaky voice that pulled at your heartstrings. “I c-can’t lose you.”
You reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers. “You won’t. I’m right here.”
He shook his head. “Just… promise me you’ll think about it until I get it. Please?”
Even though he was high, it was rare to see him vulnerable and with his emotions so on the surface. You were sure no one else in the world but you had been lucky enough to be his shoulder to cry on.
So how could you break his heart?
“Alright. I won’t make a decision yet,” you lied. To him or to yourself? You weren’t sure.
Ben brought your intertwined hands to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles. “We’ll get through this together.” His free hand caressed your lower tummy. “The three of us.”
You tried to believe him, to believe there was a way to survive Homelander’s horror show, but it was hard to float with no faith. Even if you managed to escape, he would find you. Maybe Homelander wouldn’t hurt his father, but you? While carrying his father’s unplanned-but-already-loved kid?
But you smiled weakly and kissed his cheek. “Together.”
A little white lie never killed anybody… right?
a/n: posting again feels so weird omg.
