Soft For You
Soldier Boy x Female!Reader (NSFW)
Based on this ask.
Summary: Ben has always been rough around the edges, but he always softens out for his sweet girl
Warnings: No use of y/n. Female reader. reader is not specified in height/size, but is smaller than Ben. Don't worry, I didn't make you have a 2'3" frame, 6 pounds, messy bun, petite reader lmao. SMUT. p in v sex. Ben eats you out. Ben is sickly sweet to you in this soz to the rough freaks. might actually be so sweet he's ooc...
Word Count: 3,739
Some days it felt like being stuck in that Commie fridge was better than dealing with these incompetent ass wipes. Today was one of those days for Soldier Boy. You could tell in the way his eyebrow crease deepened that he was only seconds away from blowing his top and killing Butcher and Hughie just to make their grating argument stop. His shoulders were tight and he heaved a sigh.
You slide up next to him, gently leaning against his sturdy frame. You can see some of the tension leave his body when he sees that it's you saddled up to his side.
"You wanna get out of here?" You ask low enough for only the two of you to hear. You can see him instantly perk up, he nods only once and he walks with you to collect your purse from the beer-stained table to make your hopefully swift and unnoticed exit.
"Heading out so soon? Feels like you just got here." A gruff, boisterous voice calls from behind you.
Butcher.
Your alliance with the Brit was already rocky, and it takes everything in Soldier Boy not to whip out his Colt 1911 and blow whatever brains the poor bastard has out the back of his skull.
"Just keep grabbing your things, baby, I'll be with you in a second." Soldier Boy whispers. The strong hand on your shoulder gives it a quick squeeze before he turns to face Butcher.
Today was just not his day.
"Listen, cocksucker." You try to to hide the worry that starts to grow on your face as Soldier Boy glares at the steely-eyed brit, "You're just arguing amongst yourselves. This 'sunshine and lollipops' meeting has jack shit to do with me." He jabs a finger at himself while his other hand finds the small of your back, guiding you towards the exit. Your eyes find his face and he flashes you a quick wink.
"Well, you're a useless cunt, aren't ya?" You can practically hear Soldier Boy's jaw tick as he freezes. He crosses the room to Butcher in only a couple strides. Grabbing Butcher by the collar, he growls low.
"I'm taking me and my girl home. You got a fuckin' problem with that, jackass?" You stand wide eyed at the door. Butcher only glares back into Soldier Boy's eyes.
"Ben…" You call out warily, breaking the silence. You want to both get out of here and spare Butcher from Soldier Boy's tired wrath. You have no interest in watching the fight between the two men, and it seems that Soldier Boy agrees with you as he releases his iron-clad grip and returns to your side in a matter of seconds. Opening the door for you to step through, Soldier Boy calls out behind him.
"If either of you pathetic fuckers need me, no you don't." He slams the door shut so hard it rattles some of the cheap picture frames on the walls.
The only sound in the hallway is Soldier Boy's jagged breathing as he tries to collect himself. He takes a step toward you, placing a rough hand on the back of your head and pulls you in to plant a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering into your hair.
"Fuckin' useless assholes. Fuckin' useless, useless, useless." His hands are at your sides, squeezing gently into the plush of your flesh. He's hissing mainly to himself, but you know better than to interrupt him when he's this upset, "You'd think in the 40 fuckin' years I spent on ice, even the common man would be a killing machine, but they're all just bigger pussies than before." He heaves the largest sigh of the night, finishing his mini-rant with another kiss to your forehead and lifts your chin up to look at him.
"Let's get out of here, yeah?" Before you can answer, he's already found the small of your back and your feet move in tandem with his.
The drive home is comfortably silent. His large hand has settled onto the meat of your thigh, thumb rubbing mindless circles, giving it an occasional squeeze or two. Your elbow rests on the center console while you trace shapes into his broad shoulder. You can see the tension seeping slowly out of him as you get closer to home. Buildings fly past as he breaks a couple traffic laws just to get back faster.
In what feels like record time, Soldier Boy is pulling into the driveway. Without saying a word, he exits the driver's side and makes his way over to your door before opening it and holding a hand out for you. You take his hand and he brings it to his lips, butterflying kisses along your knuckles.
Even when you cross the threshold of your home, you're both still silent. He's already closed and locked the front door by the time you turn to face him. For the first time today, Soldier Boy gets to put down his mask. Set the mantle of America's savior to the side for just a moment. For the first time today, Soldier Boy doesn't have to be Soldier Boy. He gets to be Ben. Just Ben. Just Ben with you. Just. You.
He's on you before you realize it. Strong hands slip under the soft cotton of your top, finding the silk of your skin just above the waistband of your jeans. He grabs you, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to draw a gasp from your lips.
Ben crashes his lips onto yours and uses the opportunity of your open mouth to slip his tongue into it. The hands on your waist pull you flush to his body and you can feel him already rock solid through his sweats. You hum and turn your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue laps at yours as he's walking you back, trapping you between the wall and his toned chest.
He smiles into the kiss and grabs the hem of your top. Instinctively, you lift your arms, his lips leave yours just long enough to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it to the side. His tongue slips past your lips again as his calloused hands slide to your back, finding the clasp of your bra before expertly unhooking it, tossing it somewhere behind him. He pulls away from you to admire your now bare chest. His large hands are contrastingly, almost scorching hot compared to the cold air of your home.
Ben rolls your pebbled nipples between his fingers and you instinctively arch your body into his front. You trail your hands down his stomach, but before you can palm him through his sweatpants, he grabs your wrists.
"Not yet, baby," He says against your lips.
"Ben." You whine at his rejection, which makes him chuckle.
"I know, I know. I'm a monster for not letting you touch me, but be patient for me."
In one swift motion, he hooks his hands under the meat of your ass, lifting you up. He carries you to your bedroom, all the while his mouth leaving kisses and nips in the crook of your neck.
Ben lays you gently onto the sea of plush pillows and blankets of your shared bed. You reach for the waistband of his pants and, again, he stops you just short of your goal.
"What did I just say about patience?" His words are threatening, but his tone is gentle. It's a soft warning. You know you can push, just a bit.
"But I wanna touch you—"
"And you will, baby, I promise," Ben is trailing kisses down your body, "But right now, daddy needs his princess on his tongue."
Your mouth snaps shut, any remaining protests dying in your throat.
Ben unbuttons your jeans and peels them off your legs. You were left in your underwear. A lacy little number with a pretty pink bow in the middle that Ben bought you. The sight of you makes him groan and he thinks he's going to finish in his pants right there and then like some fucking teenager.
Everything about this got him impossibly harder. Here he was, in a big house with a wrap-around porch and white picket fence, with his precious girl splayed before him clad only in some lacy little panties. From the mortgage to the cloth covering your cunt, he paid for all of it. This was the American dream.
"Fuck, baby," He breathes out, lowering his body until it meets the mattress and throws your legs over his shoulders, "You look like a fuckin' angel."
Ben peppers kisses along your inner thighs, occasionally sucking a blooming purple mark into the supple skin as he draws his wandering mouth closer to your lace-covered cunt.
"You have no idea how bad daddy needed to stuff his face in this pussy, baby." His muttered confession draws a satisfied whine from your lips, beard tickling your thighs as he continues the his attack of kisses on all the skin he can reach. His mouth finally does make it to your core and he presses his face into you, breathing you in deep, like the smell of you was the only thing keeping him alive.
He lets out a throaty groan, you can feel his lips move against you as his nails hands dig crescents into your hips.
"You smell so fuckin' good." He plants a kiss on your covered-cunt before grabbing your panties between his teeth and pulls them to the side.
"Christ on a cross, angel," Another groan is ripped from his throat before he continues, "Just look at that pretty little pussy." He presses his face into your now bare cunt and breathes in again.
He places a slow, soft kiss to your exposed core.
"You're already soaking, sweet girl." Pride fills his chest as he licks a slow stripe up from your entrance, wrapping his lips around your clit and gives it a small suck. Finally getting the taste of you on his tongue draws a gravely moan from his throat. The vibrations sending little tickles of pleasure up your spine.
"Mmn—Ben!" You gasp, and he pulls away from you.
"Nuh uh, princess, not Ben. You know better." His voice is chiding and filled with adoration.
"Daddy." Your mewl earns you a pat to your hip.
"That's my girl." He bows his head back to your aching pussy and gives you a particularly harsh suck to your clit that has you back arching off the mattress. You hands fly to his scalp, fingers threading through it as he chuckles to himself, returning to his gentler suckling on your sensitive nub.
You pant, thighs squeezing around his head as he continues to lap at your weeping cunt. His tongue circles your clit once, twice, then dips into your entrance. The wet muscle exploring as much of your insides as he can physically reach.
You try to lift your hips to grind onto his face, but he keeps you firmly in place. Ben isn't that cruel and can feel you fighting against his grasp, so he splays his tongue flat and, using the grip he has on your hips, grinds your cunt onto his mouth.
The movement and sudden, harsh pressure pulls a wanton moan from your throat. The hands in his hair tighten. Your heels try to dig into his shoulder blades for some kind of stability, but Ben sliding you back and forth on his tongue makes that impossible.
"Feels good—Mn—so good." Your whine only makes him grind you harder onto his tongue. Pressure starts to build deep in your stomach.
Ben places your lower half back onto the mattress and unhooks one of his arms from your hips. His lips return to wrap around your clit while his now free hand slide two fingers into your dripping core.
Ben's fingers are thick and long. They reach deeper and stretch your gummy walls than you ever could on your own. The fullness makes you whimper. He hums, tongue running tight, quick circles around your bud. The coil in your tummy tightens and you whine for him again.
"Daddy." You tug gently at his brown locks and he pulls off you with a pop, the fingers pumping into your cunt never stopping. You can feel the adoration in his emerald green eyes.
"What do you need, baby?" He rests his cheek against your thigh, soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips at your desperate expression.
"Wanna cum."
"Yeah? You wanna cum?"
"Mhm."
"Then cum, sweet girl, cum for daddy." His lips return to your clit, fingers scissoring your velvet walls.
At his command, you unravel, clenching around the two fingers in your cunt. Your hands pull at his hair, causing him to groan into your spasming pussy. You cry out, grinding yourself into him, letting his mouth and fingers ride out your orgasm.
Eventually, Ben stills, allowing you to come down from your high. You pant, trying to catch your breath as he places a wet kiss against your sensitive, dripping core. He pulls his fingers from your and puts them in his mouth, sucking your juices off of them.
Crawling up your body, you can see the lower half of his face is glistening in your slick. You place a hand on his cheek and guide him in for a kiss. It's slow. Gentle. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you hum into his mouth. He pulls away to pepper more kisses across your jaw, following your cheek bones up to your temple and along your forehead until your entire face has been covered in his kisses.
Both of his hands cup your face and he places one final, deep kiss on your lips. You've never felt more loved.
"You did such a good job for me." His thumbs are stroking the sides of your sweaty face.
"Thank you." You smile up at him, which he returns with a soft grin of his own.
"You think you're ready for me now?" He asks, already knowing the answer as you nod your head. He hooks his thumbs on your ruined lace, pulling your panties off your jelly-like legs.
Ben grabs the hem of his tee and in one fluid motion, yanks it off and throws it somewhere across the room. Then, using only his thumbs on the elastic of his sweatpants and boxers, he slides them off and throws them in the same general direction as his shirt. Both of you finally fully bare.
His tip is flushed and already leaking. He reaches a hand down to give himself a couple pumps.
Ben sits, settling between your sticky thighs and reaches for your spent body. He pulls you onto his lap, gently, like you were made of glass. Your chest meets his solid one and he kisses your collar bone.
"You're so perfect," He whispers against the slick of your skin, "Like a doll I can pose and use how I want."
He hovers your hips over the blunt head of his cock with one hand, the other fist his base. Your hands find their anchors on his broad shoulders and you feel your entrance make contact with his blunt head. He rubs his length along your sore folds, mixing your slick with his precum. The friction draws a low moan from you both.
His breath hitches when his tip catches on your entrance. He guides himself back to your dripping hole and sinks you down slow but stops when your greedy insides only swallow past the head of his cock. It takes everything in him not to sink you down fully onto him. Both his hands return to your hips. He lifts you up, enough to pull his tip from you, just to sink you back down.
"Want more." Your breathy whine catches his attention.
"How much more, pretty thing?" He continues fucking just his tip into you.
"All of you. Need it all."
"You've been so good, I think you deserve it." He pulls you off of him completely, and you're about to complain again, until he sinks you down onto him and continues inching deeper into you. The slide is slow, and when you finally reach his base, you both release the breaths you didn't know you were holding.
It's no secret that Ben is big, and even after preparing you with his mouth and fingers, taking him fully was always a challenge, so he gives you a moment to adjust to his size. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
"Shh, I know it hurts, baby, let daddy take care of you." His thumb swipes at the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and you lean into his touch. His mouth finds your nipple again, and you're threading your fingers through his hair once again. His eyes close in turn and he sucks harder, pulling more of you into his mouth.
Pretty quickly, the burn of the stretch morphs into pleasure, and you rock your hips into his. His green eyes flutter open and lock with yours. He pulls you up slow and sinks you back down slower. This pace allows you to feel every drag of the thick veins lining the length of his member. You clench around him and he groans around your breast. Grazing his teeth along your nipple, he pushes his face into your chest, the hair on his beard earning a breathy giggle from you.
"Faster, daddy." You mewl, already trying to squirm a faster pace despite being shown time and time again that struggling got you nowhere.
"So impatient. Do I need to teach you manners again, sweetheart?" He murmurs into your skin.
"No." Is all you manage to say, but you do stop your fight against his hold.
"Then take what I give you and be grateful." He says, punctuating his sentence by spearing you hard onto him.
"Ah—Again, please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, daddy."
"Atta girl," He pulls your hips up and slams you back down again and again. The pace is grueling and you can feel him battering your insides, "Now say 'Thank you'."
"Mnn—Thank you, daddy."
"Good girl," He hisses, "Good fucking girl."
You see something glitter behind those emerald eyes as a hand slides up your back and wraps itself in your hair, yanking you away from his front. You moan in surprise before Ben speaks, his words are steady and controlled, in contrast to the bruising pace of his hips bucking up to meet yours.
"I feel greedy getting this view all to myself," You tilt your head in confusion, before you can ask what he means, Ben pulls out of you completely. He flips you around and slams you back down onto his cock before you can whine about feeling empty, your back now against his chest, "Figured you should see it, too."
Again, you're about to ask about it, but when you look up, you lock eyes with yourself. Your vanity was directly across from where you both were on the bed. You can see your flushed cheeks and mused hair. Subconsciously, you tighten around Ben, and he hums into your shoulder blades.
"Knew you'd like watching yourself being fucked." His hands find the plush of your hips again. His pace is slow again, but it lets you focus on where you two connect, "Look at how pretty you are taking my cock, sweet girl." Somehow, watching yourself amplifies the drag of his heavy cock in your gummy walls and you clench around him further.
He hisses out a swear and picks up the pace. The grip on your hips bounce you deliciously on his dick.
"You see that, baby?" One of his hands snakes around your front and rests on the bulge of your lower belly. Your eyes following where his hand splayed.
"That's where I am," To prove his point, he pushes down on the protrusion of your tummy and a moan is ripped from your throat, "See how deep daddy is in your pretty little pussy, princess?" You want to give your full, undivided attention to the mirror, but the pistoning of his hips up into yours and pressure of his hand onto his tip through the walls of your tummy made it almost impossible to focus. Stars start to speckle the corners of your vision and a familiar pressure building in your tummy again.
"Fuck—Daddy, gonna cum again."
"Already, baby? I'm close too," He pants out, "You gonna let daddy fill you, huh? Let him fuck his load deep into you?"
"Mhm." The coil inside you was on the verge of snapping, you were on the edge of another orgasm. All you needed was a little push.
"Cum for me, baby, cum all over my fucking cock." He presses on the bulge of his tip through your stomach and that's all it takes to send you fully over the edge. You thrash against his hold, moaning wildly as you grind your hips into his, riding your orgasm out on his dick.
"Daddy's gonna fill this pussy, princess," Ben's voice is desperate as his hips snap up to meet yours, both hands gripping your hips to help slam you back down onto him, "Fuck—Gonna fill you up, baby, fill this pussy with my cum fuck—Fuck."
Ben chokes out a groan as he stutters his hips into yours. You can feel his cock twitch inside you as he paints your velvety walls white. He grinds into your ass as he rides out the high of his own orgasm and you can feel his load spilling out from around him. He stills inside you and pulls you flush against his chest. Your pants the only sounds filling the room. With his arms locked around your waist, he falls back, dragging you down with him as you both flop onto the mattress.
Your head falls over his shoulder and you press your sweaty face into his. He turns slightly, enough to place a chaste kiss to your cheek and slick the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face.
"You did such a good job, princess, always so perfect for me." It's here, laying sweaty and spent with Ben, where you feel the most loved. You turn your head to catch his lips with yours, "Love ya, doll."
HELLO MY DARLING BIG DAWGS, Catz is back again to feed you (so soon, I know). Did I spend the entire day in bed writing this? Yes. Is my neck incredibly sore? Also yes. Do I regret it? only slightly, but we ball on.
I KNOW he's not in character for this one, but when a darling dawg asks me for a sweet, daddy Ben, who am I to deny them?
I absolutely LOVE when you guys send in asks, so feel free to keep 'em comin.
See you soon, big dawgs
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