solider boy and the dumbass girl on The Boys who can't stay away!!
You met him in Germany on the mission. eyes wide and full of wonder, you creep towards him. your fingers brushing against the glass your glossy lips part and cheeks flushed. Butchers's watching you with some genre of confusion, while Hughie stares at you in understanding.
Hughie knows your heart and soul better than anyone else, and he can just tell that the look you're giving the killing machine in front of you, is not gonna be good. you're his best friend, keeping him company when everyone else called him a scrawny dumb Twink. (Maeve is so funny).
When Soldier Boy escapes, it's loud and inconvenient and scary. you're stuck standing there paralyzed, the boys laid flat on their asses and you hiding with Frenchie. He sees you, your curious eyes peeking from around the corner. Ben smirks at you, a new desire alight in his heart, he always gets what he wants.
Eventually, you meet again in the states, Butcher calling a meeting and you, staring dumbly at the man in front of you.
Ben's manspreading, legs wide and parted like he's waiting for you to come sit down in between them, hips pushing up in the air as he adjusts. Butcher speaks to you, and fuck, you really try to pay attention but Ben hasn't taken his eyes off you since you arrived.
He makes some dumb comment later about how "is this how women dress now? you look like y'ure tryin' to get fucked."
Hughie reprimands him, but of course, he doesn't listen. and stupidly, you're sitting there staring at him with a damp spot in your panties and thighs pressed so tightly together you're sure you'd bruise.
It's later on when you're alone again, you on babysitting duty. Ben doesn't know why in the fuck, they'd leave someone as incompetent and pliant as you to keep watch over him, but he's definitely not complaining.
you busy yourself around the room, trying to distract yourself from the slight sweat dampening your body from the nerves of being around him. You freeze as you hear his footsteps, ears ringing and tunneling, fingers trembling with whatever fucking task you were doing.
you stay there, back turned as he comes up behind you, a slow and steady stride, confident. Ben touches you like he doesn't need to ask permission, one hand brushing the hair off your shoulder as the other pulls your hips flush to his front.
He doesn't pull away, using his strength to force you to rub your plushy ass against his already hard cock. He's humping you right here, in the open office, door unlocked and lights on. He lets out a groan at the stimulation, head falling into the curve of your shoulder as he nips at you.
"Bet you're already fuckin' soaked, prancing around here like some goddamn whore. is that what you are to them, hmm? is that why they keep you around? f'sure ain't your intelligence."
your eyes well up with humiliation as he presses more kisses and bites to the side of your neck, his hand previously on your hip trailing down the waistband of your problematically short skirt. The rough calluses of his digits find your clit first, squeezing and teasing as he keeps touching on you.
You try to turn, to walk away, wrestling yourself in his grasp, I mean he's the enemy! But you just know, you know his dick is huge.
"dumb and desperate. shit honey, you're the whole fuckin package." he breaths out with a laugh, hands never stopping his ministrations. his words convey your thoughts, hand pulling away to slap at your clit before he forces 2 fingers in.
they're thick and you're unprepped, not nearly wet enough for the force he's putting in. the pain and pleasure mixes into one, and you're not sure if you want more or not.
you feel slick wetness on your face, and for a second you wonder if he just fucking licked you, but no, you realize you're crying once you osb out a moan through shaky breaths.
"fuckin baby, you can't hold your tears just because I wont fuck you?" Ben's fingers never stop moving inside you, little 'uh-uh's' leaving your parted mouth as he talks to you meanly and gruff. his free hand comes to rest around your throat, not blocking your blood flow, but your oxygen.
you're so close now, to passing out and to cumming. you beg and plead to cum, needing him to force the release out of you, but it sounds more like gibberish and sobbing, his head lifts from your body, forcing you to turn your head towards his so he can see you.
Ben laughs in your face, not making a single move to respond or comfort you as you cry. "god, you're more goddamn pathetic than I thought." he speaks out incredulously.
it's embarrassing how fast you cum from his blatant disrespect and humiliation, but to Ben? he thinks he might just have to keep you as his own pet, a souvenir.
The new world is a hell of'a lot better than he thought.
