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Something fragile - Part 4

Soldier Boy x F/Reader Y/N

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age difference ( not explicit), daddy issues, family trauma, fluff, cursing,...

Side note: English isn’t my first language

Words: 4550

*Does not follow the boys storyline *

Soldier boy just got out of Russia thanks to the boys. But his journey back to reality has been fucked up. After the explosion he ran to recover his blackout, meeting y/n a young woman on her way home from volunteering at the veteran shelter. Seeing how he looked confused, offering him help.

After helping him by allowing him to stay with her for a while she might get some help from him as well, now her past is trying to fight its way back into her life.

Y/N woke up to the smell of burning toast. Her head was pounding, last night she and Ben decided to play a drinking game in which she, obviously, had to give in before he was even remotely drunk. It was his way of taking care of her, helping her forget the fact that her father would be released today.

The last week had been stressful, seeing her dad in court, knowing he was released thanks to her shitty ex who couldn’t let her go. Ben had offered multiple times to kill him for her, but that went just a little too far for her liking.

As she got out of bed, she didn’t look at herself in the mirror, neither did she get dressed like usual. Today was going to be a shitty day, she deserved a bad hair-day just this once. Y/N walked in the kitchen seeing Ben... trying to make breakfast?

“What are you doing?” she asked very confused, while pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Breakfast.” he said irritated while trying to break the eggs without making a mess. Which he already did. ”As much as I like the fact that you are willing to help me...” She pushed him a side with her hip and took over. “I don’t want my place to burn down.”

“It's not that bad.” he grumped. Y/N turned to look at him. “I see 5 eggshells but no omelette, the toast is black and the butter melted from being too close to the fire... Oh and there is salt all over the floor.” Ben crossed his arms. “Like I said before, cooking is for women. Glad you finally agree.”

She rolled her eyes unamused, on other days she could handle his toxic macho masculinity perfectly, but today he couldn’t put on a fake smile. Ben noticed “Why don’t we go out today, eat breakfast on the way.” he suggested.

“What no more people to kill?” she asked with almost a sneery voice. “Not today. Today is about you.” Y/N frowned looking at him while he continued. “I know why you are so on edge since last night.” Ben said.

“Yeah, well, I think it’s my turn to be the grumpy one, old man.” she said still cleaning the kitchen. “O-old man? I’ll show you an old man.” He said while lifting her of the ground and tossed her over his shoulder. “Ben! Put me down!” She hit his back with her fist.

“I’m serious, I'm not in the mood Ben! Put me down you fuck!” Before she could say another word, his hand hit her ass, the sound of the impact echoing in the room. A low sound escaped her mouth, something between a moan and a hiss, Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“You need to learn manners!” Ben grinned as he dropped her on the bed. She watched as Ben hovered over her, his gaze filled with a hunger need for her. “Ben...” she whispered, only now he saw how sad she looked.

“Really not in the mood huh?” He felt her emotions working on him, toning down his own feelings. “No, I'm sorry.” Ben sat on his knees looking at her, she could see he was thinking.

“I have an idea... get dressed.” he said jumping out of bed. “W-what?” she didn’t understand his sudden change, Y/N tried to muster a smile but failed. "I don't know if I can face today, Ben."

"Then don't," he replied simply. "Come with me. Let's get out of here. Just for a day or two. No responsibilities, no past. Just away." She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Where are we going?"

Ben's grin widened. "You'll see. Come on."

Half an hour later, Ben showed up on a motorcycle, “ No questions.” he waved his hand, “get on.” and so they were speeding away from the city. Y/N clung to him, feeling the wind rush past them, each mile putting a little more distance between her and the weight of her worries.

They rode in silence, but it was a comforting silence, one that spoke of understanding and unspoken support. Once they drove into the silent countryside, Ben parked the bike. Helping her off.

Y/N and Ben strolled down the cobblestone streets of for her an unfamiliar little town, the morning sun casting a golden hue on the quaint buildings. They turned a corner and arrived at a small French bakery with a couple of tables set outside, the aroma of fresh pastries filling the air.

Ben, all of the sudden a gentleman, pulled out a chair for Y/N, who smiled appreciatively as she took her seat. Curiosity gleamed in her eyes as she looked around, then back at Ben. “So, since when do you own a motorcycle?” she asked curious “I don’t... Borrowed it.” He said with a big smile.

“Ben!” You did not just stole a bike did you?!” he laughed at her shocking response. “Relax sweetheart, I’ll bring it back.” he winked. While they waited for their food Y/N wouldn’t hold her curiosity. “Where are we going?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

Ben's smile widened, a hint of mystery in his eyes. "The legend owed me one," he replied cryptically. As Y/N savoured a warm croissant, she couldn't help but feel that this plan of his is starting to work. She hadn’t thought of ‘home’ since they left.

After finishing their breakfast, Ben and Y/N hopped on the motorcycle and drove a little further. The wind whipped through their hair as they sped down the country roads, the scenery transforming from charming town streets to serene countryside. Eventually, they pulled up to a small villa nestled beside a tranquil lake.

The villa was picturesque, with ivy climbing its stone walls and the lake's waters shimmering in the morning light. As they dismounted the motorcycle, Ben turned to Y/N with a nostalgic smile. "I used to held the first herogasm in this place" he said, his tone casual.

Y/N's expression shifted to one of immediate disgust. "Seriously, Ben? Here?" Ben nodded, his expression serious, raising his hands in a mock-defensive gesture. "Relax, doll. That was years ago... and I hired an amazing cleaning service afterwards.” He joked while getting inside.

Leaving Y/N alone on the porch, to take in the breathtaking view of the lake. The water was a mirror of the sky, reflecting the fluffy white clouds and the brilliant blue above. She felt a sense of peace wash over her as she breathed in the fresh air, the tranquillity of the scene soothing her thoughts. Moments later, Ben returned with two cold beers in hand.

He handed one to Y/N, who accepted it with a smile. They clinked their bottles together, a silent toast to the unexpected adventure. "Cheers to new memories," Ben said, his eyes meeting hers. Y/N nodded, taking a sip of her beer as she continued to gaze out over the lake. "Cheers."

“So, we switched my cabin for this?” She asked sipping. Ben ignored her sneery comment. “Just enjoy that book you sneaked with you.” He said taking a sip sitting next to her on the bench.

They sat on the porch like two old people, Y/N had still a book in her hands unaware of Ben, who kept looking at her. As the day grew warmer, Ben's playful side began to surface.

He stood up and stretched, glancing at the lake with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know," he said, turning to Y/N, "I bet a dip in the lake would do you some good. Plus, I can't wait to see you in a small bikini."

Y/N looked up and rolled her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "A bikini, really? You think that’s going to make this better?" Ben grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Eyeing her with a playful, appreciative look, "For me it would, I bet you'd look great in it."

She couldn't help but smirk, “I didn’t bring one.” His grin deepened, “Well...” He eyed her. “We are alone here...” shaking her head she answered him, “Hell no! Besides you are a big boy, if you want to swim, I won’t hold you back.”

“Oh come on, what if I drown?” Ben said almost unable to hold back his laugh, “I am a... old man, after all.” Y/N looked back up at him over her book. Seeing the fake puppy eyes he pulled on her. She dropped her book, “Fine, I'll improvise, but no peeking, old man."

Ben grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No promises sweetheart.” Y/N chose a simple tank top and underwear as swim wear, knowing it won’t do much in the water, but the idea she had something on worked for her.

Ben found a small boat tied to the dock. He rowed them out to the middle of the lake, the water sparkling under the midday sun. Once they reached the centre, they both dove into the cool, refreshing water. As they ventured further from the shore, a playful side of Ben emerged that Y/N hadn't seen before.

Ben splashed water at Y/N, laughing as she shrieked in surprise. Not one to be outdone, Y/N splashed back, the lake becoming their playground. Ben then swam closer, gently holding her by her ribs and lifting her slightly out of the water. She giggled, feeling a mix of exhilaration and safety in his strong grip.

Their laughter echoed across the lake as they played like two little children, carefree and happy. They took turns dunking each other and floating on their backs, gazing up at the sky. In those moments, surrounded by nature's beauty and each other's company.

Ben admired Y/N as she moved gracefully through the water, the wet fabric clinging to her body in a way that made him catch his breath. As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the lake, Ben and Y/N climbed back into the boat, breathless and happy.

They rowed back to the shore, Y/N noticed Ben's lingering gaze on her body. "Enjoying the view?" she teased, feeling a bit more like herself. His eyes roamed over her body once more before his warm green eyes met hers.

Ben didn't look away, "absolutely." A blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked away, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. “This is way better than a bikini.” he added.

They lay on the shore, letting the last sun dry their skin.

Ben propped himself up on one elbow, continuing to admire her, his gaze softer now. "You know," he said quietly, "seeing you smile like this... It's good. It’s nice.” She looked over at him, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Ben.”

They spent the rest of the afternoon drinking and laughing by the lake. Ben had plundered the cabin for booze, and they found a couple of bottles of whiskey that they shared.

The alcohol quickly loosened Y/N's inhibitions, and she found herself giggling more freely, her worries momentarily forgotten. But as the afternoon wore on, they realized there was no food in the house.

"I guess we're going out for dinner," Ben said, holding up a can of expired beans with a wry smile. "Unless you fancy a stomach-ache." Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "No, thanks. Where do you want to go?" Ben shrugged his shoulders, “We’ll find a place to eat in town.”

They rode into the nearest town, the setting sun casting a golden glow over the landscape. They found a quaint little restaurant with outdoor seating and settled in for a meal. As they ate, Y/N felt a boldness she hadn't felt in a long time, the combination of the alcohol and Ben's playful personal today giving her confidence.

She leaned in closer to him, her voice low and flirtatious. "You know, Ben, I really appreciate everything you've done for me today.” Ben looked at her, his eyes darkening with intensity as he saw how the bit her lip.

Y/N's gaze held his, and she let her hand rest on his arm, her touch lingering, a finger drawing figures on his skin. "You've done more than that. You've made me feel wanted." Ben's breath hitched, and he swallowed hard. "Y/N..."

She moved closer, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "I was thinking about a special dessert... Maybe at home?” her teeth gave a soft nip on his earlobe. His eyes burned with desire as he looked at her. Ben stood up, throwing some bills on the table to cover their meal. "Let's get out of here."

On the ride home, Y/N felt a rush of exhilaration. She wrapped her arms tightly around Ben, letting her hands roam down his legs, feeling the powerful muscles beneath the fabric of his pants.

Ben glanced back at her, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Getting a little bold back there, aren't you?" She laughed, the sound carried away by the wind. "Just making sure you want me as much as I want you." She said while her hand moved over his crotch.

They barely made it through the door of the house before they were all over each other. Ben's hands roamed her body, the wet fabric of her tank top and underwear long dried but leaving an indelible impression on his mind. Y/N tugged at his shirt, her fingers exploring his chest and shoulders.

"God, you have a way of making a man insane, you know that?" Ben murmured against her lips, his voice rough with need. Y/N's phone rang, breaking the intimate moment between her and Ben.

She turned away and glanced at the caller ID and saw Peter's name flashing on the screen. A mix of emotions flooded her, confusion, annoyance. Ben's lips were still on her, licking and kissing her neck, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“Leave it.” he said in between kisses. “Come here, let me take care of you.” With a soft smile she dropped her phone and leaned into his touch. "Make me forget, Ben," she whispered while her entire body fell back against him, her voice barely audible over the ringing of the phone.

Ben didn't hesitate. He turned her around and leaned in, capturing her lips again in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed her body, fuelling the fire within her that burned away the memories of the past.

He lifted Y/N onto the kitchen table with a strength that sent a thrill through her veins. The cool surface of the table contrasted with the heat of their bodies as they kissed, their lips moving hungrily against each other's. Clothing was shed in a flurry of desire, discarded onto the floor without a second thought.

Ben's kisses trailed down Y/N's neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire. He nibbled on her skin, each touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her, pooling in between her legs. Y/N arched into him, her hands tangling in his hair as she surrendered herself to the sensations that washed over her.

He explored every curve and dip with a reverence that left her breathless. He found all her sensitive spots, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that danced along her skin. Y/N moaned softly, her head spinning with the intensity of it all.

Ben's fingers slid between Y/N's thighs, parting them gently as he explored the wet warmth between them. Y/N's breath hitched at his touch, a mix of anticipation and desire flooding her senses. She felt a tingle of pleasure shoot through her as he teased her entrance, his fingers tracing slow circles before slipping inside.

The feeling of Ben's fingers entering her was electric, sending sparks of pleasure dancing along her nerve endings. She gasped as he filled her, his touch igniting a deep moan. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her, building her arousal to new heights.

He wanted to hear her moan, to feel her writhe beneath him, consumed by the pleasure he was giving her. “Don’t be quiet now baby, let me hear those hot moans of yours.” Y/N was more than happy to oblige, her cries of ecstasy mingling with the hot air between them.

As Ben's fingers continued to explore Y/N's depths, she found herself yearning for more, her body craving his touch in ways she hadn't known before. With a sense of urgency, she pressed herself against him, silently pleading for him to give her what she needed.

Sensing her desire, Ben withdrew his fingers, eliciting a whimper of protest from Y/N. But before she could protest further, he positioned himself between her thighs, his arousal pressing against her entrance.

With a primal need driving them both, he pushed his hard cock inside her, slowly at first, allowing her to adjust to the sensation. Y/N clung to him, her nails digging into his back as he filled her completely.

The feeling of him inside her was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and intensity that left her breathless. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to take her harder, deeper.

Ben obliged, lifting her legs just a little higher, his movements becoming more urgent as he drove into her with a hunger that matched her own. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Y/N's body, her moans filling the air as she surrendered herself to the feeling.

"I want to hear you beg for more," he said, his voice a gravelly growl. "I want to feel your nails dig into my back as I take you." Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps, her anticipation growing with every word. "Ben, please," she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

A satisfied smile played on Ben's lips as he leaned in, his mouth finally capturing hers in a searing kiss. "That's it, baby," he murmured against her lips. Y/N's moans filled the room, her body arching into Ben's touch. Each sound she made drove him wild, spurring him on. She couldn't hold back.

"Ben, you're amazing," she gasped, her fingers threading through his hair. "You know exactly how I like it." Ben's eyes darkened with pleasure at her words, "Tell me more." Y/N's hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in slightly. "You're perfect," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You make me feel so good, Ben. Please, don't stop."

Ben responded with a growl of satisfaction. Ben's hands roamed over Y/N's body with reverence, his touch both tender and passionate. He pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, a smouldering intensity in his gaze.

"You’re so beautiful," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. Y/N blushes from his compliment, not used to this. His hand slid down her body, pausing intimately. "Every part of you is perfect," he continued, his fingers caressing her with gentle precision.

"Especially here. You're incredible." Y/N's breath hitched at his words, her body responding to the praise and the touch. "Ben," she whispered, her mouth opens without a sound. Ben's eyes never left hers as he spoke, his tone low and seductive.

"You’re amazing, Y/N. The way you respond to me… it drives me crazy." His words and touch combined to send waves of pleasure through her, making her feel worshipped and adored.

Y/N's breaths came in ragged gasps, her body responding to every word and touch. "Ben, please," she begged, her voice filled with need. "I need more." Ben's heart raced at Y/N's desperate plea, her need fuelling his own desire.

With a primal urgency, he turned her around so that she faced away from him, her stomach pressed against the table. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her back and hips with a gentle yet possessive touch. "You want more?" he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I'll give you more."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she felt him pounding back into her, his touch igniting a fire within her. "Y-yes, Ben," she gasped, her voice filled with longing. "Please, please give me more." With a primal growl, Ben pressed his hand on her neck as he whispered words of encouragement and desire to her.

With a growl of need, Ben's hands gripped her hips firmly, his movements becoming more forceful as he pulled her into his thrusts. Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she surrendered to his strength, her body arching into his touch. "Harder," she gasped, her voice filled with desire. "Harder, Ben."

Ben's eyes blazed with lust as he complied, his actions becoming more aggressive, more primal. He left marks on her skin. Y/N cried out in ecstasy, her pleasure building with every rough touch, every demanding command.

She had never felt more alive, more consumed by the fire of their desire. With a primal cry of ecstasy, Y/N's body convulsed in pleasure, her release crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her nails dug into the table, her grip desperate as she rode the waves of sensation that pulsed through her.

Ben watched with hungry eyes, his own desire reaching slowly its peak as he witnessed her surrender to the pleasure he had given her. He continued his relentless assault, driving her higher and higher until she could take no more.

As her climax ebbed, leaving her trembling and breathless, Ben pulled her into his arms, holding her close. With one hand supporting her back against his chest, he used the other to caress her clit, his fingers tracing circles between her legs.

Y/N's body responded eagerly to his touch, her desire reigniting with a fierce intensity. With a sharp intake of breath, she found herself cresting another wave of ecstasy, her release washing over her like a tidal wave.

As Y/N's second climax reached its peak, a surge of pleasure coursing through her body, she felt Ben's response. His arousal intensified, his release triggered by the intensity of the moment.

With a primal growl, he surrendered to the pleasure, his release longer and harder than usual. Y/N gasped in surprise and delight as she felt him shudder against her, his body tense with the force of his climax.

Y/N gasped as she felt him collapse against her, his weight pressing her against the table. Ben buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breath hot against her skin as he trembled with the force of his release. Y/N held him tight, her fingers tangling in his hair.

In the aftermath, they collapsed together on the table, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath. Y/N had her eyes closed when Ben got up and started to laugh.

She opened her eyes and noticed the small piece of the table that had broken off in the heat of their passion, Ben held it loosely in his hands.

He looked at her with a mixture of amusement and surprise, before bursting into laughter once again. Y/N joined in, her laughter ringing out like music in the small kitchen. “You are going to have to explain that to the legend.”

“Don’t worry he has seen worse.” He winked.

As they sat outside again, basking in the quiet serenity of the night sky, Ben reached for another drink, offering it to Y/N with a gentle smile. She took it gratefully, the cold glass soothing against her skin as she took a sip.

Despite the peace and contentment she felt in that moment, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of Y/N's consciousness. As much as she cherished this day of escape with Ben, she knew deep down that she couldn't run away from her responsibilities forever.

"Ben," she began, her voice soft but determined, "as much as I've loved today, I think it's time for me to go home."

Ben's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features before he nodded understandingly. "I understand, Y/N. But why don’t we leave in the morning, get some sleep first? " She nodded slowly, tired of their lovely day.

As Y/N bid Ben goodnight and headed towards the bedroom, she heard his footsteps following closely behind. Sensing his presence, she hesitated, but Ben's voice stopped her. "Wait," he said softly, his tone filled with a quiet intensity as he held her hand.

Y/N turned his gaze fixed on her with an honest look that sent a shiver down her spine. Without a word, she nodded, silently inviting him to join her. Once inside the bedroom, Y/N made her way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As she stepped into the shower, she couldn't shake the feeling of Ben's hands on her earlier that day. Unbeknownst to her, Ben positioned himself strategically on the bed so he could catch glimpses of her figure in the dampened mirror. Enjoying the sight of her silhouette through the mist.

After her shower, Y/N returned to bed, slipping between the luxurious silk sheets with a contented sigh. The smooth fabric caressed her skin, wrapping her in a cocoon of comfort and luxury. “God this feels nice.” she whispered.

“Don’t get yourself wet again sweetheart.” Ben teased. ”I don’t think you can handle another round. Bet your pussy is already sore.” She swatted his chest. “Do you always have to sexualise everything?” He grinned. “With someone as fuckable next to me? Hell yes.”

He looked at her, making sure she wasn’t upset before he softly said. ”Goodnight.” and turned his back to her. Y/N dimmed the light and took his example. Despite Y/N's efforts to keep their relationship purely physical, a wave of emotion washed over her as she lay beside Ben in bed.

In the quiet darkness, with only the sound of their breathing filling the room, she felt a longing she couldn't ignore. Thinking Ben was asleep, she allowed herself to move closer, her arm snaking around his waist as she pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

She felt small against his large, muscular back, finding comfort in his warmth and strength. Unbeknownst to her, Ben smiled, his eyes still closed but his senses alert to her every movement.

He responded to her touch, reaching for her thigh and pulling it to fit against his legs, his touch gentle yet possessive as he caressed her skin.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized he was awake, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with his over his stomach, relishing the intimacy of the moment.

Allowing herself for once to feel loved.

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