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✨ His only exception - Pt. 27/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, angst, fluff, soft Ben

Word Count: 5637

A/N: This is part 27 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“You just say that because of the baby”, you sobbed.

Ben’s heart sank as your words pierced through him, your pain echoing in his own chest. He reached out to gently wipe away your tears, his touch tender yet filled with a silent plea.

“That’s not true”, he said, his voice filled with earnestness. “I fell in love with you long before this baby was even a possibility”.

You looked at him, your tear-streaked face reflecting a mixture of doubt and longing.

Ben continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I remember the first time I saw you at that supe affairs event. Your smile lit up the entire room, and your voice sounded like the most beautiful melody I’d ever heard. I knew then that I had to have you by my side. I rejoined Butcher only on the condition that he accepts you into the team, because I knew it was the only way I could be close to you”.

He paused, his eyes locked on yours, willing you to believe him. “I wanted you, (Y/N). I wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you”.

Ben's voice cracked with emotion as he continued, his words pouring out in a torrent of sincerity. "I love you, (Y/N), more than anything in this world. You're the best thing that ever happened to me, the purest and happiest part of my life".

More tears welled up in your eyes as he spoke, his vulnerability laid bare before you. "I know I haven't always been the best, and I've made mistakes, but I swear to you, (Y/N), I will do whatever it takes to make things right. I can't imagine my life without you, and I'll spend every day proving to you just how much you mean to me".

He reached out, taking your hands in his, his grip gentle yet firm. "Please, (Y/N), believe me when I say that I love you. I'll do anything to make us work".

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his love and sincerity reflected back at you.

As the weight of your emotions pressed down on you, your heart ached with a mixture of longing and fear. You couldn't hold back any longer, the intensity of your feelings overwhelming you.

With tears still glistening in your eyes, you sank down to meet Ben on his knee. Without hesitation, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his.

A wave of relief washed over you both, melting away the tension and uncertainty that had clouded your minds for weeks. In that moment of intimacy, you felt a sense of closeness and connection that transcended words.

Ben's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as if to assure himself that you were real, that you were here with him.

As Ben murmured softly against your lips, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let's get you to the couch".

With that, he rose to his feet, effortlessly lifting you into his arms as he carried you towards the living room. Despite the weight of the emotions that hung heavy in the air, his touch filled you with a sense of security and warmth.

You nestled against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek as he navigated through the surroundings of your new home. With each step, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, the tension of the past weeks slowly melting away.

As he set you down on the couch, you couldn't help but marvel at the strength and tenderness in his touch.

Ben leaned back, allowing you to cuddle against him, his arm wrapped protectively around you, he pulled a blanket snugly around the two of you.

As Ben looked down at you, he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. His lips brushed against your skin with a feather-light touch.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment as his affectionate gesture filled you with a sense of peace and security.

With a soft sigh of contentment, you nestled even closer to him. It felt so normal. As if you had never been apart.

As the weight of the day's events pressed down on you, fatigue washed over you like a tidal wave. Within seconds, you fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Ben remained awake, his gaze fixed on your sleeping form. With one hand gently cradling your head against his chest, he listened intently to the soft, rhythmic thud of your unborn child's heartbeat. It was a sound filled with promise and hope, a reminder of the new life growing within you.

As he felt the gentle rise and fall of your breath against him, Ben couldn't help but feel a surge of love and protectiveness swell within him. He would do everything in his power to keep you and your unborn child safe.

Two hours later, you stirred awake. Blinking sleepily, you shifted slightly in Ben's arms, feeling the comforting weight of his embrace loosening around you.

Ben, who had been sitting motionless for the past two hours, shifted slightly as you stirred, his gaze softening as he looked down at you. Carefully, he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face.

"How are you feeling?", he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern as he watched you slowly come back to wakefulness.

As you thought for a moment about how you felt, you rubbed your eyes and looked up at Ben. "Hungry", you mumbled softly, your stomach grumbling in agreement.

Ben chuckled, glancing at his phone to check the time. "You better not want me to cook something", he teased lightly. "because it will probably be disgusting". He grinned at you before suggesting, "How about we order some pizza instead? My stomach seems to agree with that idea".

You nodded in agreement, while Ben's gaze lingered on you, his eyes unable to look away. He watched as you stretched, his heart swelling. The past few weeks without you near him had been unbearable, and now that you were here, in his arms, he couldn't help but feel a sense of completeness wash over him.

As you and Ben continued to cuddle on the couch after eating, the soft glow of the TV illuminating the room, you couldn't help but notice Ben's gaze lingering on you more than on the movie.

With a playful grin, you teasingly nudged him. "Enjoying the movie?", you teased, your voice filled with amusement as you caught him staring at you.

Ben chuckled sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Uh, yeah, of course", he replied, his tone slightly defensive as he tried to play it off. But his eyes betrayed him, lingering on you with an intensity that spoke volumes.

You wanted to say another teasing comment, but before you could say anything, Ben silenced you with his lips, his kiss soft yet filled with a longing that mirrored your own.

Caught off guard, you melted into his embrace.

Ben gently pushed you back, he hovered above you, his eyes locked with yours as he positioned himself between your legs. The air crackled with anticipation, and a shiver ran down your spine as you felt the weight of his presence above you.

Ben's desire burned hot within him, his longing to kiss you and show you how much he missed you almost overwhelming. Yet, he held himself back, not wanting to scare you away again. Despite the undeniable arousal pulsing through him, he restrained himself, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of longing and restraint.

He wanted you, but more than that, he wanted you to feel safe and comfortable with him. So, he remained still, his throbbing arousal pressing against your clothed body as he continued to look at you, his restraint a testament to his promises.

Feeling his erection pressing against you, you couldn't help but bite your lip, your breath hitching as desire surged through you. With a subtle movement, you pressed your hips forward, seeking some friction, a soft moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself getting wet almost instantly.

With a teasing grin, you looked up at Ben. "Is that for me?", your voice low and sultry, your fingers trailing lightly along his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath your touch. "Or maybe you're just happy to see me", you grinned. "Either way, I'm flattered". You lean in closer, your lips just inches from his, a mischievous smile dancing on your lips. "But you know, actions speak louder than words…"

Ben's amused expression breaks into a chuckle as he raises an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?", he responds, his voice laced with amusement. "Well, I guess actions it is then". With a smirk, he leans in closer, his lips hovering just above yours, teasingly close.

As you felt Ben's breath against your lips and his arousal pressing a bit harder against your heat, a shiver ran down your spine. You couldn't help but arch your body closer to his, craving the contact you both desired. Every nerve in your body tingled with excitement as you waited for him to make the next move, your heart racing with anticipation.

You couldn't contain your impatience any longer as you begged Ben to finally touch you. Your voice was laced with desperation, your body trembling. "Please, Ben", you pleaded, unable to hide the urgency in your voice. "I need you to touch me. It's been way too long".

As Ben leaned in, his lips soft against yours, a surge of desire washed over you. His movements were deliberate and enticing, his hips grinding against yours in a slow rhythm. With each movement, his bulge rubbed against your pussy in the most tantalizing way, eliciting soft whimpers from your lips as you melted into the kiss. The intensity of the moment left you breathless, your body arching against his as you yearned for more.

But you couldn't endure his teasing any longer. You pushed Ben back until he sat again, straddling his knees, and attempted to get rid of his supe suit. With determined yet fumbling fingers, you struggled with the fastenings, your cheeks flushing with both frustration and excitement.

Ben watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Need a hand there?", he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he enjoyed the sight of you grappling with the suit.

You shot him a playful glare, your determination only fueled by his teasing. "I've got this", you retorted.

As the intensity of the moment grew, you couldn’t find any zippers or buttons, and you groaned in frustration. Ben couldn’t help but tease you further, his hands firm on your hips as he leaned in closer.

“Seems like you’re struggling there, sweetheart”, he grinned. “Sure you don’t need any help?”.

You huffed in mock annoyance, shooting him a pissed glare. “I swear, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll never get this fucking suit off”, you retorted.

Ben leaned back, a wide grin spreading across his face as he watched your frustrated attempts to remove the suit. Despite your annoyance, he couldn’t help but find the sight incredibly endearing.

“I’ll stop teasing, I promise”, he said, his tone filled with amusement. “But only if you let me help you with that suit”.

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a smile. “Fine”, you relented, a hint of laughter in your voice.

You leaned back, watching with fascination as Ben effortlessly opened his suit, his movements smooth and practiced. His amused gaze never left your face, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the affectionate look in his eyes.

He shrugged off his suit, revealing the toned muscles beneath. You couldn't tear your gaze away.

"Someone's been hitting the gym", a smirk dancing on your lips. "Looking pretty buff there, Superman".

Ben's cheeks flushed slightly at your words, a rare hint of bashfulness crossing his usually confident demeanor. "Had enough time".

As Ben pulled you close, kissing you softly, his hands wandered to your asscheeks, gripping them firmly as he stood up with you straddling his hips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into his embrace as the kiss deepened.

While Ben carried you towards the bedroom, his lips brushed against yours with each step. "Where are we going?".

He murmured against your lips, his voice husky with desire, "After all these weeks, I want to take my time with you. Not just fuck you on that couch".

You smiled at his words, feeling a surge of warmth coursing through you as he entered the bedroom, setting you gently on the bed.

Ben slipped out of his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. You eagerly discarded your clothes, tossing them aside with impatience.

Chuckling softly, Ben teased, "Someone's in a hurry, huh?".

You shot him a playful glare, a smirk playing on your lips. "Can you blame me?", you retorted.

Ben grinned, his eyes filled with desire mirroring yours as he climbed back onto the bed, hovering over you with an intense gaze. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as he murmured, "I missed you so much, (Y/N)".

"I missed you too", you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you reached up to cup his cheek.

As your lips finally met again, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you lost in the intensity of the moment. The soft brush of your lips against his ignited a fiery passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. Ben's erection throbbed painfully hard against his boxers.

Every touch, every caress was electric, sending shivers down your spine as you melted into each other's embrace. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and soft moans.

Ben's lips trailed down your chest before he pulled down both cups of your bra, revealing your breasts to his gaze. The sensation of his warm breath against your skin sent a rush of arousal coursing through you.

You moaned softly as his lips found their way to one of your nipples, his tongue flicking gently against the sensitive flesh, sending waves of pleasure washing over you. His touch was both gentle and insistent. Fuck, he loved women. And he sure did love you.

Amidst the symphony of your soft moans, Ben struggled to maintain his composure, his own arousal reaching a fever pitch with each sound that escaped your lips. He couldn't help but respond to your pleasure, his own desires burning hotter with each passing moment.

"Fuck, I missed hearing you like this", he murmured huskily.

Kissing down your Body, Ben's lips pressed gently against your flat stomach, his kisses tender as he paused to look up at you. His eyes held a mixture of awe and adoration.

The thought of you carrying his child filled him with an overwhelming sense of joy, his heart swelling with emotion at the thought of the life growing inside you. In that moment, he felt a bond with you unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

As he continued to pepper your skin with soft kisses, his love for you deepened even further.

Ben's fingers slowly pulling down your panties, revealing how wet you already were. A soft groan escaped his lips as he felt the slick warmth between your thighs.

But you were impatient, the desire burning hot within you, and you didn't even want to wait for foreplay.

"Please, Ben", you pleaded. "I need you… now".

Ben looked up at you, he was already excited to taste you again, hoping that you would let him indulge in eating you out for just a few minutes.

His gaze pleaded with you, silently urging you to give in.

You met his pleading gaze. With a slight nod, he indicated towards your pussy, and you let your head fall back into the cushions, nearly rolling your eyes at him, before pressing your hips gently upwards, bringing his lips tantalizingly close to your core.

Ben's movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing lazy circles against your sensitive flesh. Each touch was filled with tenderness and passion, as if he wanted to savor every moment. His lips moved against you with a gentle rhythm, eliciting soft gasps and moans from your lips. You could feel the intensity of his desire in every caress, every flick of his tongue.

You couldn't help but arch your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as you urged him closer. His movements were deliberate, each stroke of his tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. With each gentle flick and teasing kiss, he brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Fuck! Ben", you moaned. "Don't stop, please".

His only response was a low growl of approval, his lips and tongue continuing their assault on your soft flesh. Every touch, every caress was like a symphony of pleasure, building you up higher and higher until you felt like you were on the edge of oblivion.

And then, just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he brought you crashing over the edge, his lips and tongue working magic as you tumbled into blissful release.

"Fuck.. Ben!", you cried out, your body trembling with the force of your climax.

He lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at you. "Told you", he said smugly.

As Ben stripped out of his boxers, his erection sprung free, hard and eager. You tried to catch your breath while you watched him, giving himself a few pumps, his hand moving smoothly over his length, before he positioned himself between your legs. With a teasing grin, he let his cock slip through your slick folds a few times, coating himself in your arousal.

You gasped at the sensation, the friction sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Your body was already buzzing. With a soft whimper, you urged him closer, desperate for the connection only he could provide.

"Want it nice and slow, baby?", Ben's voice was low, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you.

Instead of answering his question, you kept rubbing your hips against his.

"You're awfully impatient tonight", Ben teased, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he felt your hips grinding against his.

"Ready?", Ben murmured as he positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze locked with yours, seeking permission.

As you nodded, your hands instinctively cupped Ben's biceps, bracing yourself for the initial discomfort that always accompanied his size.

"Just relax", Ben murmured soothingly. "I'll be more careful this time".

As he eased himself inside you, inch by inch, he reminded himself to go slow, to be gentle. He knew you needed it that way this time, even though it was difficult for him to restrain himself. He exhaled heavily, his muscles tense with the effort of holding back.

Halfway in, you winced as Ben brushed against your G-spot a way too hard. He immediately stopped.

"Sorry," Ben murmured and shifted carefully to hit another angle. Inching forward again, his hands rested beside your head, his biceps tensing underneath your touch.

"No… I'm sorry for being so whiny, it's just… been a while". Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"None of that", Ben murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but his words carried a weight of reassurance. His struggle was evident in his tone, a battle between his desire to please you and his own primal urges.

As Ben bottomed out, filling you completely, you both gasped in unison, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity. Your eyes squeezed shut, lost in the moment, and so did his.

Ben stilled, giving you a moment to adjust to the fullness.

"You okay?", he murmured softly as he gazed down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort.

You could feel every inch of him buried deep inside you, stretching you in the most delicious way. His breaths were heavy against your skin, as he fought to maintain control.

Your body pulsed with sensation, every nerve ending alive with the intensity of the moment. You nodded slightly in response to his question, your breath hitching as you adjusted to the fullness of him inside you.

Ben's hand gripped your thigh and guided it against his hips. You felt him sinking even deeper inside you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed. A loud moan escaped your lips as pleasure surged through your body.

Ben began to move inside you, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. As he buried his face in the crook of your neck, you felt his warm breath against your skin, his lips trailing soft kisses along the curve of your shoulder. The intimacy of the moment filled you with a sense of overwhelming closeness.

As Ben's hips rocked against yours, his movements were deliberate and controlled, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath hitched with every stroke, your fingers digging into his back as you pulled him closer.

Your moans mingled with his, filling the room with the sounds of your passion. With each movement, you felt yourself drawing closer to the edge, your body responding eagerly to his touch.

Unable to hold back any longer, you met each of his thrusts with equal fervor, your desire for each other burning hotter with each passing moment. It had been weeks since you had last been together like this, and the pent-up longing between you only intensified the pleasure of the moment.

With every thrust, Ben poured all his emotions into the rhythm, each movement a testament to his love and desire for you.

He continued to move inside you with such passion and intensity, it didn't take long for you to reach the edge. The overwhelming sensations washed over you like a tidal wave, carrying you to the peak of ecstasy with an intensity that left you breathless.

As Ben felt himself reaching the brink, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "I can't hold back anymore".

With a guttural groan, he released himself deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his release. You felt the warmth of his cum flooding you.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Ben collapsed against you, his breath ragged as he held you close. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world but the two of you, bound together by the intensity of your love and desire.

After a while, Ben let himself sink beside you, pulling you close in a tender embrace. His gaze softened as he looked down at you, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. In the quiet intimacy of the moment, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, as if all the worries and uncertainties of the world had momentarily faded away, leaving only the warmth of his presence beside you.

Ben's voice was soft as he spoke, his words carrying a weight of sincerity and vulnerability. "I know I've hurt you before", he began, his gaze searching yours for understanding. "And I swear, I'll never hurt you again. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you happy".

He paused, struggling to find the right words. "I may not always get it right", he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "but I'll try, (Y/N). I'll try my damnedest to be the man you deserve".

His eyes bore into yours, silently pleading for forgiveness and acceptance, his heart laid bare before you.

Ben's gaze drifted down to your belly, a mixture of wonder and apprehension flickering in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment before turning his attention back to you.

"Can I?", he asked softly, his hand hovering uncertainly over your stomach, his touch gentle as if afraid to disturb something fragile.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you reached out to take his hand, guiding it to rest against your abdomen. "Of course", you whispered, the warmth of his hand against your skin sending a comforting shiver down your spine.

Ben's gaze remained concentrated, his hand resting gently on your stomach as he focused on feeling the faint heartbeat within. You watched him, marveling at the sight of his expression, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"I can't believe it", you whispered, the reality of the situation still sinking in. "I'm pregnant".

Ben's smile widened, his eyes never leaving your belly. "Yeah", he murmured softly.

But as he studied your expression, his smile faltered and a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. Despite his own excitement, he couldn't help but notice the lack of joy reflected in your face. His lips formed into a straight line as he contemplated whether to voice his thoughts, but the fear of your potential response held him back. Instead, he remained silent.

As Ben's heart ached, he shifted his gaze back to your belly, using it as a shield to conceal the pain in his eyes. Lost in your own thoughts, you remained unaware of his reaction, your focus consumed by the weight of the situation and the uncertainty of the future. The silence between you stretched on, heavy with unspoken emotions and unaddressed concerns.

Before Ben could inquire about your thoughts, you rubbed your eyes, a gesture that didn't escape his notice.

"I'm tired", you mumbled softly, your voice tinged with exhaustion.

Ben nodded, his emotions swirling as he processed everything that had transpired. “Yeah, we should get some rest. We can talk more about this tomorrow”.

You nodded in agreement, feeling the weight of the day bearing down on you.

As Ben pulled you close to his chest, his lips brushed against the top of your head in a tender kiss, and you snuggled closer to him.

For a moment, the weight of the day seemed to lift as you nestled against him, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a peaceful slumber.

As you woke up the next day, you felt Ben's strong grip around your waist, almost bruising but not touching your stomach.

"Hey", you whispered sleepily, shifting a bit in his arms. "You need to loosen up a bit".

Your soft voice roused Ben from his slumber, and he blinked groggily, not entirely pleased at being awakened.

Struggling to breathe a bit under his tight hold, you gently nudged him again. "Ben, seriously", you murmured, your voice still heavy with sleep. "I need to fucking breathe".

Ben's grip relaxed immediately as he realized he had been holding you too tightly. "Sorry", he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. "Didn't mean to squeeze you like that".

As you turned to face him, you saw a look of genuine remorse on his face, and his arm instinctively pulled you back close to him. You couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as you thought about his recent episodes of uncontrolled strength.

"Yeah", you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. "You really need to get your strength in check. It's been a bit… unpredictable lately". You paused, your mind drifting to the times when his chest would inexplicably start glowing. "I mean, what if it happens again, but in a more serious situation?".

Ben let out a frustrated groan, his expression reflecting his annoyance as he leaned back, releasing his hold on you.

"I fucking know, okay?", he muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll try to control it better. It's just… been a lot to handle lately".

You couldn't resist teasing him a bit, given his rare display of vulnerability.

"So… Is the big, tough superhero finally admitting he has flaws?", you teased, a playful glint in your eyes as you nudged him gently.

Ben's eyes snapped open, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer.

"Oh, you have no idea", he murmured teasingly, his voice low and husky. "Let me show you just how much control I have".

With a swift motion, he effortlessly lifted you and settled you on his lap, the undeniable hardness beneath you confirming his words.

You chuckled tiredly, feeling his hands gently caressing your hips, his thumbs brushing over your stomach in a soothing motion.

"I do kinda feel… off sometimes", Ben admitted quietly without meeting your gaze.

"Off how?", you asked softly, concern lacing your voice as you looked down at him.

Ben hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I don't know", he mumbled. "Ever since those four months of being captured… I just feel… different. Like I can't quite control everything as I used to… Like… it´s too much power for one person".

He sighed, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Look… I… just don´t want you to think I'm doing all of this on purpose".

You watched him intently, leaning down to cup his jaw affectionately before softly placing your lips on his.

"Mmm, maybe we should get the doctors at Vought to check you out along with me and the baby", you mumbled against his lips, your concern evident in your tone.

Ben rolled his eyes, but you could see a hint of reluctance in his expression. "Yeah, yeah, maybe", he replied nonchalantly, though you sensed there was more to his reaction than he let on.

Ben gently pushed you back upright, his gaze lingering on your flat belly as he contemplated your words.

"How are you feeling?", he asked softly.

You sensed the weight of his unspoken fears as he gazed at you, his eyes reflecting the turmoil of his thoughts. Despite his attempts to mask it, you could feel his anxiety radiating from him. He was fucking afraid that you would make a decision and not involve him.

"I'm… I don't know, Ben", you admitted, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "It's just… a lot to process. I never imagined… this".

You could sense Ben's fear and uncertainty, his emotions raw and palpable. It was evident that he was struggling to come to terms with the situation, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions.

As you looked into his eyes, you saw the vulnerability beneath his facade of strength.

"I know, Ben", you whispered softly, reaching out to gently squeeze his hand. "It's a lot for both of us to take in. But we'll figure it out, okay?".

There was silence as Ben's thumbs just continued to brush over your stomach. You hesitated but then met his gaze again. “Did you meant what you said last night?”, you whispered. Ben knew exactly what you mean and groans again, eyes rolling.

His thumbs pausing their gentle caress. He sighed softly, a mixture of frustration and affection evident in his expression.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I meant it”, he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. “I love you, okay? And before you fucking start again, no… I’m not just saying that because of the baby”.

You couldn’t help but blush slightly as your lips twitched, feeling a warmth spreading in your belly at Ben’s words. His amused but slightly annoyed tone only added to the mix of emotions swirling inside you.

“Oh, great, now you’re blushing like a fucking little schoolgirl”, he teased, rolling his eyes playfully. “I swear, (Y/N), you’re impossible sometimes”.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it”, you replied, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Just making sure, you know?”.

Ben rolled his eyes again, but a small smirk played on his lips. “Yeah, well, now you know”, he muttered, his thumb resuming its gentle movements over your stomach.

As Ben’s phone rang, his expression shifted from one of contentment to annoyance. He glanced at the caller ID and sighed heavily before reluctantly answering.

“What?”, Ben barked into the phone, his tone curt and impatient.

Butcher’s voice came through loud and clear, dripping with irritation. “Where the hell are you? We’ve got a bloody meeting in ten minutes and you’re not here”.

Ben rolled his eyes, barely concealing his irritation. “I’ll be there when I damn well please, Butcher”, he retorted, his voice laced with hostility. “Don’t get your fucking panties in a twist”.

He ended the call with a sharp jab of his finger and let out an exasperated sigh.

You mumbled about having to see the doctor anyway, but Ben made it clear that he would join you for the appointment. He lifted you up from his hips to get up from the bed.

“I’m not letting you go there alone”, he stated firmly, his voice tinged with protectiveness. “Especially now that i know you’re carrying my child”.

You rolled your eyes at his words, but a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. There was something oddly endearing about Ben's protectiveness, even if it sometimes bordered on overbearing.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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PROTECT ME FROM WHAT I WANT

Chapter 1: Don't try to fight the storm, You'll tumble overboard.

Summary: You've been working with Butcher and his team since your sister died in a plane crash caused by Homelander, and months later, you met Soldier Boy. Drowning between hatred and your desire to have your vengeance, you have to face your feelings for Soldier Boy eventually.

Pairing: Soldier Boy / Female! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hurt, Language, Asshole Soldier Boy, Mention of Death

Word Count: 2106

A/N: English is not my first language.

Its been a year since the greatest supe ever known of America woken from his forty years of sleep, and it did not even take a large amount of time for your thoughts to revolve around him only. Oppressed with grief, your life has been consuming you inside since your sister died in a plane crash caused by Homelander. It changed many things. It made Butcher and his team find you; it turned you into something you couldn't name anymore. Each passing day was the same. You were all alone with despair when darkness took over the daylight; you knew you did not even mourn properly for your sister. What's worse was that you had fought just before the flight. Funny, that was the only time you two had a fight in twenty-three years, and it was over for nothing. Time heals, they say. They are all wrong. It won't heal a shit till it kills and throws you away with one last heavy strike.

The day you rescued Soldier Boy was definitely a hard day to forget. He looked like an unleashed, savage animal freed from a cage. Actually, he was literally something like that. Ben was so hard to control. Besides, the worst thing about himself was not his character; it was his erratic, nuclear-muscled chest, ready to blow up anytime. It was a hidden menace under his thick skin.

At first, you weren't sure if Homelander or Ben were worse. Probably both were pure supe evils in their own unique way. After all, intentionally or unintentionally, they both hurt many people.

All things aside, at least you were certain about one thing you truly craved for. The only thing. Homelander must die.

Walking on tiptoe, your heart was beating fast, and it was not the first time. Your palm was sweaty around the pistol, and your knuckles probably turned white. No need to be humble; you were a good shooter, a very good one, but you weren't sure if you could aim right into the eyes of the supe you were looking for when the right time came. Ben gave you the big eye and almost chuckled. You knew his senses as a supe were highly developed, and that made things embarrassing for you. In addition, the house being so silent and dark was another problem.

You did not know when all these things started when he made you feel such things. Maybe it was just a silly and temporary crush that would disappear sooner or later. However, as time passed, the way you reacted around him just grew irrevocably stronger. It was getting out of hand or already did. You hated that feeling but loved it; you also despised it and became obsessed with it. He was hard to ignore in every way, especially when he was that heartbreakingly handsome.

“Hey,” he said mockingly. “Why so excited suddenly?”

You were both grateful and angry with Butcher for leaving you alone with Ben in such a place like this. You were chosen to work with Ben most of the time since he broke Hughie's arm, got into a fight with Annie and Frenchie, and threw Butcher to the tree. Lucky for him, he was on Compound V, so, no one wanted to spend a single second with him. Especially Hughie was scared as fuck of him.

The only one who did not have a fight with Ben was Kimiko, as she never said a word at all that could make him mad in any way. Though you knew Kimiko was even more savage talking to Ben with sign language, you never dared or needed to translate her words directly.

Checking around nervously, you took a deep breath. “I am not excited.”

“Don't worry, it's not a big deal,” he continued, ignoring what you've just said. “I am used to such things.”

“What things?”

“You know,” he sighed. “Knowing that the strongest supe in the world is with you right now in this house and all alone got you wet. I’m sure your clit is flickering with such excitement that you might cum any moment.”

Judging by the look on his face as he went on acting his fingers obcenely and not stopping talking in an inappropriate way, he was amused. You just wanted to shut his voice completely down. He was not familiar with embarrassment at all. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish his pornographic ted talk.

Taking back some steps from him “Have you totally lost your mind? Every single thing you say is so gross and nasty,” you finally said. “You're so delusional; you should have been an author.”

It wasn't the first time he teased you. His choice of words was getting more obscene each time, even though you never took them seriously. The things he said caused pathetic butterflies to punch your stomach hard. But you knew Ben was being like this to everyone. It was in his nature, after all.

“Say delusional one more time and see what happens.” His sharpened eyes were fixed on you.

Fuck Butcher.

“Ben,” you whispered nervously. You got closer to him and touched his chest hesitantly.It would be a terrible idea to get on Ben's sensitive nerves. It would be easier if Butcher was there. “Are you on coke?”

“Course I am.”

Pushing your hands away from his chest with a rough move, Ben looked around cautiously, searching for any sign of the supe.

You followed in his footsteps. “Do you hear anything?”

“No.”

Stopping for a moment, you sighed. You did not want to push his buttons any further. “Is it true that this Supe can play with memories? Does she change them? Like mind control?”

“Worse.”

You felt his posture suddenly get serious.

“How?”

“The slut has a strange talent that can make you see stupid things, things you desire the most. They’re all fake and all made up stuff. Total bullshit.”

“What happens if you see them, though?”

“It’s impossible to wake up if you are a little pussy. You'd trap yourself like a rat driven by pathetic fake scenarios just because your little brain is a weak shithole and you’re just too scared to face reality. That’s it."

The way he sounded made you even more curious.

“You sound like you experienced it,” you said, raising your eyebrows.

Judging by the way he sounded, you were sure he experienced every single thing he mentioned. But what could be Soldier Boy's nightmare or dream? You were dying to know what he desired the most. What on earth would be his dream? He always looked so confident and sure of himself. It was like there would be nothing in the world he would ever desire. Of course, it would be Crimson Cuntess. Remembering the way he looked at her with disappointment made your stomach crumble in pain and despair.

“Absolutely nothing,” he insisted. “Only pussies desire things they can't get, right? I am smart, and I can have everything I want, sweetheart.”

“I thought it would be Crimson Countess,” you murmered, hoping he would not get mad. You needed him to deny it so bad.

Looking at him with pleading eyes and waiting patiently, he looked genuinely lost in thought for a moment.

“Jealous?”

Looking away, you said, “Why on earth would I be jealous?” You would make him believe you easily if you did not sound that needy and weren't flushed. You could never be completely honest with him. How could you?

Putting his left hand on your chin, he murmured. “You’re so obvious.. Do you really think I’m not aware of the way you look at me?”

With a heavy heart, you looked up at him with beseeching eyes.

“I don't understand what you mean at all.”

“You do,” he insisted indifferently. “I know, you wish you were her, I know you’re so envious of her that you would even let me fuck you as I like it if I made a move, right?” he paused and snickered. Your heartbeat skipped at his harsh words.

You made a move to get away from him, but his grip on your chin tightened hard enough to hurt, so you stopped moving, surrending his cruelty for a moment to catch your breath and let him do whatever he had on his mind.

Despite his roughness, you put your hand on his daring one softly, savoring his touch unintentionally as you try to push him away with helpless and meaningless attempts, hoping to show your affection for him. He didn’t make a move. Getting even closer, his broad chest touched yours ungently. Ben curled his lips into a mischievous smile and lowered his hand to where your heart is. When you felt his forearm touch your nipple, you gasped for breath and struggled determinedly not to melt into his warm touch.

Knowing his hand could easily rip your heart from your chest in a second should have been enough to take him out of your heart and mind right there, but it was always easier to blame destiny and others for what happened and is about to happen. Moreover, his being that dominant, confident, and powerful made your stomach curl in excitement.

“You’re wrong, Ben,” you denied.

You were angry at yourself for being like this and feeling that way. Between all things.. your sister and everything that happened in the last few months- you let your thoughts be driven into something you should stay away from in the very first place. Coming to your senses and accepting the truth about yourself hurt more than Ben’s words. You could never be at his level, but you let your fantasies take over your logic.

As you struggled not to melt into his touch, you tried harder to get away from him, hoping it would convince him. You mumbled, “You’re hurting me.”

His grasp was indeed firm, but it did not hurt at all. You just wanted to save yourself from the intensity of his seductive presence since you did not know if you could resist this irresistible pull for one more minute.

He pulled away his hands from you but remained still.

“How can you fucking normals endure being that weak, huh? You know, I could kill you without even using half my strength, right? It must take great energy and luck to survive,” he said mockingly.

You wanted to say he was nothing without Compound V in his veins, that he wasn’t naturally the strongest but a made-up product. However, it wouldn’t be smart at all to say such a thing. Supes were not known for having reasonable conversations and handling criticism. Maybe Supes were physically the strongest breed, whose emotional and narcissistic fragility was suppressed under their thick skin. And Ben’s short temper wasn’t something you’d want to face.

You both jumped when a noise coming from the second floor filled the house. Ben’s eyes were down. He was probably nervous considering he could potentially be put to sleep by the supe. Unlike Ben, you took a step right up the stairs, tightening your grip on the pistol and holding your breath.

“Be fucking slow,” he warned you, but it was more like he meant to threaten you.

You turned to him and whispered, “Hey, who’s being a pussy right now?”

“Don’t fucking provoke me.”

“Hey,” you said, giving him a playful wink. “I’ll always protect you.” Just before he said something, you’d seen supe’s dark figure behind Ben. Your eyes were fixed on each other. His body tensed with anger as his patience grew thin. He was about to lose his temper, knowing he should kill her without meeting the eye of the fucking bitch. He simply did not know how to do it. Before he turned around, you shot at the darkness randomly, trying to stir panic in the supe. The darkness of the room was in your favor until you met the heinous eyes of the supe just before Ben caught her and slammed her on the floor with a furious growl.

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A/N: I'm not built for this.

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