After not seeing you for a few years due to college, he finally sees you at a barbeque your father is hosting. Seeing you with a boy he just knows doesn't treat you good.

Warnings: age gap (early 20+late 40s), cheating, doing it raw, cunnilingus, taboo,

It was early August, finally returning home after the final year at school. Arm in arm with your boyfriend, a boy who- in Ben's eyes- was far too short, far to inadequate to take care of a girl like you.

His eyes can't move away from the now filled out hips on your body, the warm breasts tucked into that low cut shirt

"You're not that little girl anymore are ya'?" He says from behind you where your stood pouring a drink. Your little boyfriend talking to your father.

"I'd hope not, been a few years old man," You say with that crinkle in your eyes, the one which stirs something low and below him.

Its not long until your both in your childhooe bedroom, and his tongue is down your throat, and his hands splayed over your skin, lower back, under your shirt, your thighs, everywhere.

"You're gonna get me in trouble princess," He says, pulling the items from your body, "your pa finds out, god I'll be killed."

You whimped as his kisses moved down your body, his body clad in only his jeans now as the thick denim grinds against your puffy clit, "i-i have a boyfriend," you say as you whimper

"You need a real man to take care of you," he says, "If I had you- princess I'd never let you out my sight, that was his first wrong." His lips now over your sore and wet cunt, "Bet he's never eaten you out how you deserve, huh?"

You shake your head, hips thrusting up as he begins licking across you, devouring you, two fingers inside, his tongue circles your clit, groaning against you. As you get closer your thighs clamp around his head, and an ungodly sound leaves his mouth, your hips trying to move from the pleasure, "Dont run from me doll,"

You come undone twice on his lips before he finally pushes inside, "Your takin' me like a real good girl, yeah? Yeah you are-" he groans, bottoming out. Your hands around his neck.

"B-ben!" You moan, his hand clamping over your mouth.

"None of that, how would your Pa, or your boyfriend, feel if they came up and saw their darling girl like this," his lips capture yours, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting. His hips wild, "Wanted this since I saw you walk through that door with this perfect body," his teeth nip at your nipple, swirling with his tongue before moving to the other.

You moan, two fingers now in your throat as you gag around it, just so you can keep quiet.

"Oh baby your close? I can feel you clamping-" he groans, feeling the pulsing of your walls and the wetness now squirted over his abdomen, "dirty girl, huh? God that was so hot, Ill make you do that again soon, yeah?"

You just nod frantically, babbling nonsense against him, nails scratching down his back when he unloads inside, "Ill make you a mama, how about that?"

You can't even respond, as he pulls out and kisses your thigh, then your lips again, "Can't go back down like this," you hiccup.

"Ill say you feel sick so I tucked you in," he says, kissing your forehead tenderly,

"Ill make you mine won't I doll?" He whispers, sounding like he won't be letting go of you anytime soon.

finally finished my character sheet for my Boys oc

The Boys presents itself as a story about corrupt superheroes.

But beneath the violence, satire, and political commentary is a deeper pattern: father after father is dismantled, discredited, or destroyed.

From Hughie's relationship with his father, to Billy Butcher, Soldier Boy, and Homelander, the series systematically removes every image of authority, inheritance, and fatherhood until only the sons remain.