the first time you call soldier boy dad itâs in a sarcastic tone bc heâs old and being his usual gruff rude self while telling you you canât do something whatever it is and heâs popping a semi immediately even if youâre rolling your eyes saying and I stand by that bc heâs icky and I love him
Yes!!! He actually cannot control himself. A made-up sex tape of you choking on his cock while you try to whine for your daddy is already on loop in his brain.
âą ... SOLDIER BOY ... âą
18+ MDNI
cw - use of dad[dy], fingering, oral f-recieving, p in v
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read another version of calling him daddy for the first time here! (happens during anal :()
"Oh, is that what you think I am?" he'd ask, seeing how you'd react now that he'd pointed out your little... slip. You must know what he's thinking, the wheels that are turning in his brain, right? The amount of times you've called him a pervert, rolled your eyes at his obviously-wandering gaze, it should really be no surprise that he can already feel the blood leaving his brain.
"If you keep acting like it," you shot back, something you would defend to the grave as annoyance leaking into your tone. "Not your job to tell me to put my shit in the dishwasher."
"What if I just want to watch you bend over?"
"Then I retract my statement," you responded wryly, feeling hyperaware of his gaze on you while you loaded your plate. You hadn't meant much by it, hadn't expected him to latch onto the idea like he had. Thought he'd be more focused on telling you that for a broad you should be better at dishes.
"Now why would you do do that," he drawled, standing close enough for his heat to sink through your jeans.
"You mean why would I not want to insinuate that my dad likes watching my ass?"
"Yeah. 21st century, right? Anyone can be anything and all."
"I think you have a very perverted sense of liberation. Gotta love soldier boy's america."
"Fuck yeah, I do," he said proudly. "Used to be illegal to film a bitch takin' it up the ass and screamin' for her daddy."
"Oh yeah?" you snorted. "Which part." Your voice was dry enough that anyone else would take the hint to leave you alone, but, as suspected, he stuck around like a fucking cockroach. You couldn't deny a certain level of intrigue for his words, as vulgar as they may be. You also couldn't deny the tug in your gut at the appreciative way he used the word 'bitch.'
"Every fuckin' part. Didn't bother me because I'm goddamn soldier boy," he proudly adjusted his belt, "but it's important that the country I defend stands for the same things that I do."
"I bet. What kind of country would we be if we couldn't 'scream for daddy' on camera."
"No," you refuted quickly. And despite yourself, you felt your face warm.
"Mmm, see that's a problem," he murmured, cornering you against the counter. "Called me dad all easy?"
He leaned in even closer, speaking directly into your ear. "Most girls aren't looking for a tent when they use that word."
"I wasn't," you protested weakly.
"No, it's okay," he said, his hand smoothing up your thigh like he was trying to calm a startled animal. "It's okay to want some of daddy's attention."
In the ultimate act of betrayal, your breath hitched. Your entire body was molten, and all he's done is touch your thigh. It was the way he was speaking to you, crowding you, and worst of all, seeing you. You could admit that you enjoyed sparring with ben, each of you having plenty of opportunities to get your licks in, but lately it had felt... charged. You could call him out, call him disgusting, and instead of dealing you one back he'd just stare. Stare like he was waiting.
"You've just been begging for it lately."
You felt like a fish on a hook, and the bait was the way he was cooing at you. It still had the signature ben condescension, but the softness is what made you nod in agreement.
He hummed, and when his lips pressed against your neck your eyes slid closed. His hand slid farther up your thigh until his thumb hit your clit, a grunt of approval leaving him when your hips shifted.
"Fuck you gave up easy. Stop fighting when it comes from your daddy, huh? Where'd that little brat go?"
You shrugged, your brain already feeling too weak to string together a response. Later, you'd probably remember to be embarrassed that you did stop fighting the second he called himself daddy.
"Nothin' to say? That's okay. Rather hear you moan than talk, anyway."
His lips crashed against yours, warm and soft and way too perfect for a creature as abominable as ben. He set the rhythm, and your hand crept up to feel the way his jaw worked against yours. His free fingers wound in the nape of your neck, pulling and puppeteering you into letting your mouth fall open for him. He groaned when his tongue met yours, the gentle meeting of flesh feeling terribly intimate.
He pulled away, slow enough to savor each lingering atom of contact, and in a way that was uniquely ben managed to say something perverted enough to put you at a loss for words.
"Christ, that mouth's leakin' for me like your little cun."
The words were dipped in honest-to-god adoration, and coupled with the way his thumb swiped to clean up your lip you didn't even argue when he scooped you in his arms.
He tucked you in his chest, and the security of being held in his arms felt better than it should. You knew he was gross, hell, he was fucking revolting, but all you did was get all stupid with how close he was.
The moment you reached the bed ben fell to his knees, your back still bobbing on the mattress when he slipped off your pants.
"Gonna fuckin' eat you, doll. Bratty cunts always taste the best."
His gaze was locked on your heat, and he looked so damn pleased with himself that you had to wonder how long he had been thinking about this.
His head bowed, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit like he was leaning in for a kiss. He pressed his tongue against your slit, lapping at the wetness he drew from you before fucking his tongue into you. You had never realized that a tongue could feel so... big. The way it flexed and delved had you panting like you were taking a couple fingers, and the bump of his nose on your nerves only made you more needy.
He delivered a harsh slap to your hip, the sound and the sting echoing through the room.
Maybe you just knew ben well enough to know what he was asking for, or maybe the bite against your skin broke down the feeble walls that shielded you from the truth.
"Daddy," you tried again, the word soothing the ache better than any cream.
He groaned against you in approval, only letting out a ragged jesus when his mouth moved to suck on your clit. His fingers quickly replaced his tongue, splitting you open with the new depth they hit. It was only two, but ben's fingers were thick. They dragged against the soft walls of your cunt, drawn to your most sensitive spots like magnets.
"Is daddy makin' you feel good, princess?" he asked, sucking your clit hard enough to make any possible answer scatter from your brain.
All you managed was a pathetic little 'mhmm' and a tightened grip in his hair.
Cruelly, he chose the moment that your legs started to tremble to tear himself away. You felt the heat inside of you blaze before ebbing again, your mushy brain struggling to catch up to your new situation.
"Shhh, doll," he soothed, sensing your prickles of panic. "Just gonna stuff you nice and full 'a dad, okay?" His huge body blanketed yours, and he notched his head against your entrance. Even though it was only the tip that was caught inside, he felt big. Big enough that you couldn't decide if you're glad you haven't seen it or not.
He eased himself inside, his movements like warm honey. Tears pricked your eyes from the pleasure of the stretch, and the sparks of pleasure that raced along your body started feeding the flame building in your gut.
"That's it. Takin' dadcock so well I can't believe it's your first time, sweetheart."
He finished his statement by bottoming out, his hips circling against yours in a firm grind that made you mewl.
"You'll be purrin' like that little pussy in no time. Just gotta relax." His words slipped out like syrup, and by the time you noticed he had a hold on your leg it was already propped against his shoulder. The stretch in your hamstring was sharp, but the new angle he was hitting you at immediately eased the ache.
"Dad," you slurred, your moans sounding like purrs just as he promised. "Feels so good."
"'Course it does, baby. Been asking me for this since the day you laid eyes on me. All that attitude just beggin' to be fucked out."
His hips drove into yours rhythmically, the head of his cock bumping out a noise of pleasure with each thrust. His lips captured yours, swallowing the worst of the sounds, but when his thumb found your clit your mouth opened too wide to kiss. He settled for biting on your lips, licking his tongue into your mouth in a way that reminded you of the way he worshipped your pussy.
He worked you back up in tight circles, slowing down each time you got close to keep the flame in your gut roaring.
"I know," he cooed after you whimpered. "Just wanna see if you can soak me."
You shook your head deliriously, nothing in the world sounding better or more important than getting your orgasm right now.
His thumb slowed to a crawl, more pressure than stimulation while his cock hit deep enough that it felt like it was in your stomach. Instead of your pleasure peeling back without his thumb, it grew hot and urgent inside of your cunt.
"Yeah that's it," he coached, taking in your knit brows. "Little cun wants to cum so bad, baby. Squeezin' me all desperate. Letting dad take care of her."
The band inside you broke, and white-hot pleasure melted from your hips and all up your spine. Your back bowed off the bed, and you pulsed and gushed around ben's thick cock in a way that was utterly overwhelming. He fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming animalistic when he realized how thoroughly you were soaking him.
"Fucking drenching me sweetheart," he panted, his voice sounding wrecked. "Thought I'd have to teach you that."
His thrusts quickened, all of his self-control gone now that you had been taken care of. The pace fanned the last flames of pleasure, drawing out the wave that was breaking your body.
"Gonna--fuck, gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make this cunt all sloppy and full."
He buried himself inside, his fingers pressing into the back of your thigh and his face in the crook of your neck while he pumped his seed deep inside. It was warm, the heat soothing some of the ache from the thick split of his cock.
He groaned into your skin, the intimacy of the afterglow somehow making you shyer than anything physical.
"Like a fucking fountain," he said, his voice muffled. "Like a goddamn motherfucking fountain."
Your face warmed, beads of sweat finally breaking out along your hairline.
"I've never done that before," you whispered amazed at how you still felt floaty with pleasure, not just contentment. "Felt really good."
"Yeah?" Ben sat up, a shit-eating smirk making it's way back on his face (did it ever leave?). "What do you say."
