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cheynovak · 2 days

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Payback Part 2

Soldier boy x F/ plus size reader

Warnings: 18+, cursing, smut, unprotected sex, age difference, Soldier boy (yes he is a warning)

MINORS DON'T INTERACT!

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

*Does not follow The Boys storyline *

Story:

Y/N an old friend high school friend of Hughie, was the most beautiful girl in school, or so did her boyfriend think. She was the only girl who wasn’t a cheerleader or popular IT girl that got the quarterbacks attention. Now years later, Y/N finds out her man has been cheating on her for some time.

So, she did what any of us would do, spend a night with soldier boy.

The next morning.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Y/N stirred from her slumber, her body still tingling from the intensity of the night before. If her body hadn’t felt this way, she would have sworn it had been a dream.

Beside her, lay Ben, his rugged features softened by sleep. As he stirred awake, he leaned in to kiss her neck, his beard brushing against her skin sending a wave of delicious shivers down her spine. "Good morning," he murmured huskily, his lips trailing kisses along her neck as his hands roamed her body with a familiarity that made her heart race.

Y/N couldn't help but let out a contented sigh, but as his hands continued to explore, she couldn't ignore the ache that had settled in her muscles from their passionate night together. "Ben... I'm still sore from last night," she confessed softly, a mixture of pleasure and pain dancing in her voice.

But Ben's lips curved into a mischievous smile, his eyes twinkling with desire. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "I'll make sure to take care of you."

Feeling the gentle rhythm of Ben's hands soothing her tired muscles, Y/N couldn't help but relax into his touch. His suggestion of a hot shower sounded like just the remedy she needed to chase away the last remnants of soreness from their passionate night.

"Sounds perfect," she murmured, her voice laced with anticipation as she stretched lazily beneath his touch.

With a smile, Ben climbed out of bed and extended his hand to Y/N, pulling her up with him. Together, they made their way to the bathroom, the steam from the hot water already filling the room with a comforting warmth.

As they stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over their bodies, Y/N felt the tension begin to melt away. She sighed with contentment as Ben's strong hands massaged her shoulders, the heat of the water easing the ache in her muscles with each passing moment.

His hands, once focused on easing the tension from her shoulders, began to explore her body with a newfound urgency, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume them both.

As Ben's touch grew bolder, tracing tantalizing patterns across her skin, Y/N felt a surge of desire coursing through her veins. Her breath hitched as his fingers danced over to her breasts, pinching her nipples sending shivers down her spine.

Lost in the heat of the moment, Y/N pressed herself closer to Ben, her back flat against his body. His lips sucking soft at her neck and shoulders. Feeling Ben's fingers tracing teasing circles between her legs, Y/N couldn't help but tense up, the soreness from their previous encounters still lingering in her body.

Sensing her discomfort, he reacted immediately, his movements deliberate as he turned her around and gently pushed her back against the shower wall. With a soft gasp, Y/N felt the cool tiles against her skin as Ben knelt down before her, his eyes filled with warmth and desire as he lifted her leg onto his shoulder.

Y/N's breath hitched as Ben's lips trailed kisses along her inner thigh, his movements slow and deliberate as he worshipped her with a tenderness that took her breath away.

As Ben's lips and tongue continued their tantalizing descent towards her core, Y/N's breath caught in her throat, anticipation coursing through her veins like wildfire. She felt the heat of his breath against her skin, sending shivers of anticipation rippling through her body.

With a soft gasp, Y/N pressed herself closer to the wall, her fingers tangled in his hair.

"Relax, sweetheart," he whispered, against her core. "Just let go and enjoy." With those words, Y/N felt herself surrendering to the sensation. “You liked the pain last night, I’m sure you can handle this.” He breathed hard.

As Ben's lips finally met her most intimate place, Y/N's head spun with ecstasy, her fingers clawing at the tiled wall for support. His tongue danced with a skilful finesse, exploring her with a reverence that left her trembling with need.

Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure and pain coursing through her body, building to a crescendo of ecstasy that threatened to consume her whole. She arched her back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she surrendered herself completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation.

A cry of ecstasy tore from her lips, echoing off the walls of the shower as she was consumed by the blissful oblivion of release. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. Y/N nodded, a lazy smile playing on her lips. "More than okay," she murmured. “Good.” He smiled mischievous.

As the first waves of pleasure subsided, Ben's touch didn't falter. Instead, he continued to show his devotion, his fingers now exploring her with a new sense of urgency. With each skilled movement, he pumped two fingers inside her while sucking at her sensitive clit.

Her nails digging into his shoulder as she surrendered herself completely to the pleasure coursing through her veins. With each thrust of his fingers, Ben brought her closer and closer to another release, his movements becoming faster and more relentless with each passing moment.

The warm water from the shower cascaded over them, easing the soreness and calming it down to dizzying pleasure. Y/N's moans filled the air. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, but Y/N found herself craving more. She rocked her hips against his hand, meeting his movements with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

Ben added a third finger, stretching her to accommodate his touch. Ben brought her closer and closer to the edge, his touch relentless and unforgiving in its pursuit of her release. “Good girl, you're amazing," he murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "So beautiful, so responsive..."

“Take what you need, sweetheart.” Y/N's breath caught in her throat at his words, a blush rising to her cheeks at the intensity of his praise. His fingers continued to stroke her inside, sending her again over the edge of ecstasy.

As Ben rose to his feet, his lips cover her breast, Y/N's breath caught in her throat, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. As his mouth closed around her nipple, she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into his touch.

The sensation was electric, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as Ben's teeth grazed her sensitive flesh. Earning him another moan before turning Y/N around, he caressed the bruise on her behind from their passionate encounter the night before.

"Does it hurt?" Ben asked softly. Y/N shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "It's okay," she reassured him. "It's worth it." He smiled while kneading the flesh. “Good.”

As Y/N felt Ben's erection pressing against her. With a gasp of anticipation, she pressed herself closer to him, feeling the heat of his arousal against her skin. "Are you going to be a good girl and take me one more time?" he whispered, his breath hot against Y/N's ear.

"Only if you promise to be gentle," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Ben's lips curved into a devilish grin as he leaned in closer, his hands roaming over her body with a hunger that bordered on desperation.

"I'm never gentle, sweetheart," Ben whispered, his voice husky with desire as he pressed Y/N against the shower wall. "But I'll make sure you enjoy every moment of it."

With a primal hunger burning in his eyes, Ben entered Y/N with a rough urgency that made her gasp in pleasure and pain. He took her hard, pulling her hips to him with an intensity that left her breathless, their bodies moving together in a raw and primal rhythm. Y/N's nails scratched against the tiles trying to cope with the incense feeling.

"Fuck, you're still so fucking tight, Sweetheart," he groaned, his breath hot against Y/N's skin. Y/N whimpered at his words, her body responding eagerly to his rough touch. She arched against him, "I love the way you react, so needy for more. Needy for a real man to fuck you."

"You want me to take you hard and fast." Y/N nodded frantically, her mind clouded with desire as Ben's words sent her senses reeling. She surrendered herself completely to him, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy. “That’s it, scream my name, come on my dick sweetheart.”

Before Y/N even was able to take a breath from her orgasmn, Ben's voice took on a commanding tone, sending shivers down Y/N's spine as she eagerly awaited his next words. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

Y/N obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees before him, her eyes ablaze with desire. "Open that dirty mouth of yours," Ben continued, his words sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through Y/N's body.

With trembling hands, she complied, parting her lips to receive him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she awaited his touch. "Good girl," Ben praised, his voice laced with approval as he guided himself into her waiting mouth.

Y/N moaned around him, her senses overwhelmed by the taste and feel of him filling her mouth completely. "That's it, take it all," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Fuck, you're such a filthy little slut for me. I love it."

Y/N moaned around him, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gripped his thigh tighter, eager to please him in any way she could.

"You're so fucking good at this, sweetheart." Ben groaned, his hips rocking against her mouth with increasing urgency. "You're my little cock-hungry whore, aren't you?"

Y/N whimpered in response, her desire mounting with each filthy word that fell from Ben's lips. She sucked him eagerly, her tongue swirling around him in a desperate attempt to drive him wild with pleasure.

Feeling Ben's hands tighten in her hair, thrusts getting sloppy and eager. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation as she awaited his release. With each thrust, his movements grew more urgent, driving him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"You're taking what I give you," he growled, his tone firm and authoritative. "And you're going to swallow every last drop of it, understand?" She eagerly nodded her head in agreement.

And then, with a primal roar of pleasure, Ben released himself into her waiting mouth, his hot, salty essence flooding her senses and leaving her gasping for breath. Y/N swallowed eagerly, her tongue working to capture every last drop of his ecstasy as she savoured the taste of him on her tongue.

In the meantime

As Hughie and Annie got out of their room, the sound of moans echoing from the bathroom caught their attention. With a knowing glance exchanged between them, they couldn't help but smile, the familiarity of the situation not lost on either of them.

"Hear that?" Annie whispered, her lips quirking into a playful smile. Hughie chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement. "Looks like Y/N and Jack had a good night."

Annie nodded, her expression softening with affection. "Yeah, seems like Jack really made up for his mistakes from last night." Hughie's smile widened as he wrapped an arm around Annie, pulling her closer to him. "He loves her, he always did, I have no idea way he said all those things last night. But he sure is making up for it.”

Annie leaned into his embrace, her gaze lingering on the door where the sounds of passion continued to drift through. "I'm glad they found their way back to each other." she murmured, a note of wistfulness in her tone.

Hughie pressed a kiss to her forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Me too," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

As Hughie and Annie made their way downstairs, Hughie's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched Jack folding a blanket on the couch, a puzzled frown creasing his brow. If Jack was down here, then who was upstairs with Y/N?

Annie's hand tightened around Hughie's arm, her expression mirroring his shock. "Wait... if Jack's here, then..." her voice trailed off, realization dawning on her. Hughie's heart pounded in his chest as he pieced together the puzzle. "Soldier boy." he muttered

Jack revealed what he had witnessed the previous night. Hughie's jaw tightened, a wave of concern washing over him. Hoping his best friend had a good explanation.

"Are you sure, that doesn’t sound like something Y/N would do?" Hughie asked but just as he said that Ben entered the room, his demeanour was calm and collected, completely unbothered by the tension that hung in the air. His eyes met Hughie and Annie's, and he offered them a warm smile, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"Morning," he greeted casually, carrying a wide grin looking at Jack. "Sleep well?" Hughie and Annie exchanged a glance, their surprise still evident on their faces.

“You seem... Happy?” Annie said with hesitance, Ben chuckled softly, running a hand through his wet hair. "Well, let's just say I had a good night, and an even better morning." he replied cryptically, a knowing twinkle in his eyes.

The jovial atmosphere shattered in an instant as Jack's voice boomed through the room, his anger palpable as he confronted Ben with accusations flying. "Who the hell do you think you are, having sex in my bed with my girlfriend?" Jack's voice thundered, his fists clenched at his sides as he glared at Ben with fiery intensity.

Ben's expression remained calm, though a flicker of surprise crossed his features at Jack's outburst. "Jack, calm down," he said with a smirk. "You clearly told them you didn’t want her.” Ben took his coffee out of his hands.

“Not fuck worthy are the words I recall you used.” He took a sip. “Well fuck me buddy but that girlfriend of yours... Fucks like a pornstar buddy. And that mouth of hers... Fuck she really can take a man anywhere, can’t she.”

“But you already knew that huh.” Ben continued. “I mean, I get why you chose her, total package wouldn’t you agree? Housewife by night, slut by night.” He took another sip, “What I don’t understand is why you fuck another when you have her for the taken.”

“I mean, if you can’t handle her buddy, well, some other man will.”

The room fell into a heavy silence as Ben's words hung in the air, each syllable dripping with provocation. Jack's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as he struggled to contain his rising anger.

Jack was beyond reason. "You son of a..." Jack's voice trembled with fury, his eyes blazing with intense anger. But Ben remained unfazed, his expression smug as he continued to taunt Jack with graphic descriptions.

"She was insatiable," Ben taunted, a smirk playing on his lips. "Those moans of hers... you should've heard them. Made me want to make her come again and again."

Jack's hands balled into fists, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His anger boiled over, a primal instinct took over and before he knew he hit Ben’s cheek.

Surprised he didn’t even flinched Jack took a step back. "Jack, stop!" Hughie pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation as he tried to calm his friend's rage. “You’re not winning this fight.”

Y/N's heart pounded with a mixture of anger and hurt as she watched the tense standoff between Jack and Ben unfold. The betrayal cut deep, leaving her feeling raw and vulnerable.

Pushing through the tumult of emotions, Y/N stepped forward, her voice trembling with barely contained fury. "Jack, what the hell are you still doing here?" she demanded, her words laced with accusation while she poured a cup of coffee.

Jack's gaze flickered to Y/N, his expression a mixture of shame and regret. "Why him? Y/N, I..." he began, his voice faltering as he struggled to find the right words.

But Y/N wasn't interested in excuses. "You cheated on me," she spat, her eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "After everything we've been through, you go and do something like this?"

She leaned against the cabin next to Ben. He could see how she carefully walked over, proud of how sore he made her. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? And better yet, I wouldn’t find a way to hurt you back?”

Ben remained silent, his gaze fixed on Y/N with a mixture of sympathy and concern. Hughie and Annie exchanged a glance, “Wait what?” Annie tried to recap. “Jack cheated? So, you slept with Soldier boy, that’s it?”

“Hm-hm.” she nodded while taking a sip. Trying to hold it together.

"I think it's time for you to leave, Jack." she said, her voice cold and final. “Where do I need to go?” She laughed soft.” I don’t know and I don’t care. Perhaps the woman you spend last night with and god knows how many nights before that.”

Later that morning

As Hughie and Annie fetched the car, Ben lingered at the door, his gaze on Y/N with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

"So eh ..." he asked softly. Y/N met his gaze with a friendly smile, her eyes filled with warmth and gratitude. "Thank you for last night and this morning." she said sincerely, her tone gentle but firm. "It was... great. But that's all it was."

"Good, were on the same page" Ben replied quietly. "But eh, I’ll be back here, no way in hell I'm letting this go.” His eyes roamed her body once more, taking every curve in, making her laugh softly, feeling a little shy. “I’m counting on it.” She kissed his lips once more.

With a final nod, he turned and walked to the car, "Take care of yourself, Sweetheart."

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cheynovak · 3 days

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A Soldier's present

Soldier boy x F/Reader

Warnings: none I guess

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Since a few people were interested in a follow up of the story A Soldier’s Past, including @anundyingfidelity who is also a writer I admire very much!

And because my toxic trait is to think I can heal broken fictional men. I decided to make a part two to this story. (I'm not going to lie, it was already written 😂🙈)

Anyway... Have fun! 😁

*Does not follow the boys timeline*

Y/N is a museum clerk at the old Vought Museum on the edge of town. The only and old exhibition about Soldier Boy standing will end in a few weeks, Vought found a new purpose for the museum. Meaning the exhibition will end and Y/N will need to search for a new job.

After giving Soldier boy one last tour of the museum, he asked her to dinner.

The next night.

The crisp evening air carried a hint of anticipation as Y/N stood outside the museum, her heart beating fast with excitement. She had spent hours getting ready, carefully selecting the perfect outfit and styling her hair, all in preparation for her dinner with Soldier Boy.

As the minutes ticked by, however, a sense of unease began to gnaw at the edges of her consciousness. Where was Soldier Boy? Had something come up? Or worse, had he changed his mind about their plans?

Y/N glanced at her phone, willing herself to remain patient. Perhaps he was just running late, she reasoned, trying to hold back the worry in her chest.

But as the minutes turned into hours, and still there was no sign of Ben, Y/N's heart sank. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she realized that he wasn't coming. The weight of disappointment settled heavily upon her shoulders, threatening to crush her beneath its suffocating embrace.

She had been so foolish to believe that Soldier Boy's interest in her was genuine, so naive. With a heavy sigh, Y/N turned away from the museum, her footsteps heavy with sorrow as she made her way home.

Y/N wiped away her tears and pushed herself to walk away. She refused to let Soldier Boy's absence ruin her evening. Instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Without a second thought, Y/N made her way to a nearby bar, her heart still heavy with disappointment but her spirit undaunted. She knew that drowning her sorrows in alcohol wasn't the solution, but tonight, she needed a distraction.

As she entered the old blues bar, the sounds of laughter and music, the scent of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mingling with the buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses.

Y/N found an empty stool at the bar and took a seat and ordered her first drink at the bar. As the night wore on and Y/N saw a familiar figure suddenly appeared before her. It was Soldier Boy, his presence unexpected yet strangely welcome amidst the haze of alcohol and music.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she looked up to see him standing there, offering her a tentative smile. Despite the pain he had caused her earlier, she couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that stirred within her at the sight of him.

Ben approached her with a sense of hesitance, as if unsure of how she would react to his sudden appearance. "Hi," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret. "Mind if I join you?"

With a sigh, Y/N nodded, gesturing to the empty stool beside her. “It’s a free country.” Part of her longed to hear his explanation, to understand why he had stood her up. Ben took a seat beside her, his gaze searching hers for any sign of forgiveness.

"I'm sorry," he began, his voice heavy with remorse. "I know I messed up tonight. I should have been there, but something came up..." He didn’t finish his sentence. Y/N looked at her drink “I get it, I was foolish to think you actually were interested in little old me.”

His heart felt heavy hearing her words.” Please, let me make it up to you. Let me buy you a drink.” Looking at her hoping she would at least once look at him. "I don't know.” she admitted quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She noticed how he turned to her, his knee almost touching her thigh. Unable to keep her gaze away she looked up at him. Behind the green of his eyes, she saw so much hidden emotions: tired, afraid, angry, scared, hopeful.

Y/N hesitated for a moment. Finally, she nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Alright," she said softly. "One drink.” Another emotion, glimmer of happiness appeared.

As their drinks arrived, Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "Why were you late?" she asked, her voice soft yet filled with a hint of urgency.

Soldier Boy hesitated for a moment, his gaze dropping to his drink as he searched for the right words. "I... I got caught up in something," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "Something unexpected came up, and I couldn't leave."

Y/N studied him carefully, searching his eyes for any sign but he was unreadable. "Can you be more specific?" she pressed gently, her curiosity getting the better of her. Ben sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's complicated," he replied evasively, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N's brow furrowed with concern, a flicker of frustration creeping into her voice ‘Fine.” Y/N's grip tightened around her glass, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her emotions. She took a deep breath and finished her drink.

Y/N pushed herself up from the stool and made her way towards the exit of the blues bar. Each step felt like a battle against the weight of disappointment. Ben watched her go. He wanted to reach out, to stop her from leaving.

But decided it was best to let her go.

As Y/N stepped out into the cool night air, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Soldier Boy, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Not only had he stood her up, but he hadn't even bothered to compliment her.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/N barely noticed the two men following her at first. It wasn't until she heard the faint sound of footsteps echoing behind her that she glanced over her shoulder, her heart skipping a beat as she caught sight of their looming figures in the darkness.

A sense of unease settled over her like a heavy weight as she quickened her pace, her footsteps echoing against the deserted streets. Just as panic threatened to consume her, a voice broke through the silence.

"Hey, where are you going pretty thing?" the voice called out, “Wanna have some fun?” Y/N looked over her shoulders again ignoring the two men. Just as one wraps his hand around her arm and pushes her against the wall, she hears a familiar voice.

“Y/N!” The men took a step back pretending to be familiar. Y/N turned to see Soldier Boy running towards her, his expression filled with concern and determination. Relief flooded through her at the sight of him, a surge of gratitude washing away the fear that had threatened to consume her.

"Ben," she breathed, her voice trembling with emotion.

Without hesitation, he stepped forward, positioning himself between Y/N and the two men who had been following her. His stance was protective, his gaze steely as he faced down the threat.

"Back off," he warned, his voice low and menacing. The two men hesitated for a moment clearly calculating their chances. But when Ben took another step forward one of them recognised him. “Fuck dude, do you know who that is? Let’s get outta here.” he tapped his friend’s shoulder and started running.

"Thank you," she said softly, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. Soldier Boy smiled, a flicker of warmth in his eyes. And as they stood there together in the quiet of the night, Y/N felt a sense of peace settle over her.

“Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry. Y/N nodded, her breath still coming in short, uneven gasps. "I... I think so," she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Soldier Boy reached out to gently touch her arm, his touch comforting. "Do you want me to walk you home?" he offered, his tone soft yet filled with determination. "Just to be safe." "Thank you," she whispered.

Y/N knew that she was safe. And as they neared her apartment building, she couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude. She turned to Soldier Boy with a small smile, the tension of the night gradually fading into the background.

"How about another drink?" she asked, her voice warm and steady. Ben was hesitated for a moment, his gaze searching hers for clarification. “When?” Her smiled widened, “Let me rephrase that.”

"Would you like to come up for a drink?" she offered.

Ben’s eyes widened, "I would like that," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity, nerves rushing through his body. Not knowing what to expect, it had been ages since a woman invited him in her house. What did she mean, was a drink a clue for more, is she just friendly...

But the second he stepped inside Y/N's apartment and closed the door behind him, a sense of calm settled over them like a comforting embrace.

Y/N led Ben to the living room, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch while she disappeared into the kitchen to fetch drinks, Ben's gaze lingered on her retreating figure, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

He couldn't help but admire the way she moved with grace and confidence, her presence filling the room with warmth and light.

When she returned with two glasses, one filled with wine and the other with whiskey, Soldier Boy's eyes lit up with appreciation. He accepted the glass of whiskey with a grateful nod, his fingers brushing against hers in a fleeting touch that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with sincerity. Y/N smiled in response, her eyes sparkling with warmth.

As they settled onto the couch together, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across the room, Soldier Boy couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him. Despite the events of the evening, being here with Y/N felt like coming home.

A feeling he hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

"You look beautiful, tonight" he blurted out before he could stop himself, his words filled with genuine admiration. Y/N's cheeks flushed pink at the unexpected compliment, her eyes meeting his with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. "Thank you,"

As the night wore on and they continued to talk and laugh, Soldier Boy found himself drawn to Y/N in a way he couldn't quite explain. Her presence was like a magnet, pulling him closer with each passing moment.

He stole glances at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking, the way her eyes sparkled with laughter and her smile lit up the room. He saw how her legs were tucked in under her, showing some skin of her thighs underneath her dress.

Her arm hanging over the couch while her hand moved through her hair, tilting her head while listening to his stories. With each passing moment, Ben's fingers tingled with the desire to touch her.

Gently, almost tentatively, he reached out to caress her arm, his touch light and fleeting as he traced a pattern on her arm. Their eyes met in silence, he was looking for any sign of discomfort.

But when Ben didn’t notice anything, like a wave, drawing him closer to her in ways he couldn't fully comprehend. Emboldened by the electricity that crackled between them, his hand drifted lower, his fingers grazing over her thigh with a touch so delicate it was almost imperceptible.

Y/N's breath hitched at the sensation, her heart pounding in her chest. As Soldier Boy felt Y/N's reaction, a wave of nervousness washed over him. Had he crossed a line? Had he overstepped?

But all he found was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, a vulnerability that mirrored his own. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

Ben couldn’t help it but to feel in doubt. What was happening to him? The old him would have kissed this girl by now. Wouldn’t waste time sitting here listening to each other, no he would have dragged her to bed and fucked her till she couldn't walk anymore.

But instead, he is afraid he overstepped? Pussy.

Y/N's eyes softened at his apology, her heart swelling with compassion for the man sitting before her. "It's okay, Ben," she replied gently, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of reassurance. Her fingers drawing circles on his hand.

And as they sat there together, the tension between them slowly easing with each passing moment. As Soldier Boy glanced at the clock, his heart sank at the realization of how late it had become.

He knew he should get going, that it was time to leave Y/N's apartment and return to the outside world. But a part of him hoped that she would ask him to stay, if only for a little while longer.

"I should probably get going," he said, his voice tinged with regret as he stood up from the couch.

Y/N's heart twisted with a sense of longing at his words, a flicker of doubt creeping into her mind as she watched him prepare to leave. She knew she should let him go, that it was the sensible thing to do. But a part of her couldn't bear the thought of saying goodbye not when their connection felt so real, so undeniable.

"Are you sure you have to leave?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean... it's late, and... and you could stay if you wanted to." Soldier Boy's heart skipped a beat at her words, a surge of hope swelling at the thought of spending more time with her.

"I appreciate the offer, Y/N," he replied softly, his voice filled with gratitude. "But I don't want to overstay my welcome. Besides, you probably have things to do tomorrow."

Y/N nodded, a sense of disappointment settling over her like a heavy shroud. "Yeah, you're probably right," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret. As Soldier Boy made his way towards the door, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of doubt that gnawed at her insides.

Should she let him leave?

As Ben stood at the door, preparing to leave, he found himself lingering just a moment longer, unwilling to let go. Afraid to lose the feeling they had the last few hours. Knowing in the morning she might not want to see him again.

But before he could say a thing, Y/N's boldness surprised him. Fuelled by the courage of the wine and the intensity of her emotions, she reached out and gently took his hand, pulling him back into the room with a sense of determination that left him breathless.

To his surprise, she pressed her lips to his, a soft, tender kiss filled with all the passion and longing that had been building between them throughout the night. Ben's heart skipped a beat at the sensation, his senses overwhelmed by the sweetness of her touch.

As she dropped back on her heels he followed her, not willing to let go of her lips just yet. Their bodies pressed together in a silent declaration of desire and longing.

For the first time since he walked this newfound world, he felt alive, no longer a living fossil, all thanks to the woman standing before him. He wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and desperate with each passing second.

And as they broke apart, their breaths coming in ragged gasps she spoke “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” But he didn’t answer how she hoped he wanted.

Ben sighed, his heart heavy with a mix of conflicting emotions. He gently pulled away from Y/N's embrace, his hands tender as he cupped her face, his eyes searching hers with a mixture of concern and tenderness.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice soft but firm. "I think you might be a little drunk right now. And I don't want to take advantage of you in this state." Y/N blinked, her head spinning with a whirlwind of emotions as she processed his words. She felt a pang of embarrassment wash over her.

"I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "I didn't mean to... I just..."Ben silenced her with a gentle brush of his lips against her, his thumb moving against her cheek in a soothing gesture. "It's okay," he reassured her,

“I just don’t want you to leave yet.” Her puppy dog eyes worked their charm on him. With a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, a twinkle of affection in his eyes.

"Now, why don't you let me make you some tea? It'll help sober you up, and then we can talk some more." And as they moved towards the kitchen together, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the man standing there.

Looking at him, he was clearly struggling to make a cup of tea, “You need a hand?” she asked, but determent to take care of her he answered “No, no I got it covered...”

“... I think” he sighs.

Y/N watched him. All these years of studying him, teaching about him, she couldn’t help but wonder.

Is this caring man the real person behind the egocentric 'Soldier boy’ mask? Who knows, but she was willing to find out more about him.

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