I love me a bimbo reader x soldier boy! Idk I’d imagine her being given to him as an assistant and she dresses however she dresses because how could they fire the girl who has soldier boy wrapped around her finger and vice versa!
Honestly love your work SLAY QUEEN
instead of smutty i went sorta fluffy/ reader is just a sensitive little girl who needs reassurance she's doing a good job and Ben is a perv who has a soft spot for her. muah xoxo
“You fucking serious?” he asks incredulously. “The girls barely wearing any clothes”.
Your outfit of choice for your first day at your big girl job was an itsy bitsy denim mini skirt and jelly sandals. Your lace trimmed tank top exposes the glowing skin of your back and shoulders, and stops just above your belly button revealing a sparkling gem piercing.
“She’s smarter than she looks okay, I gotta go.” Ashley frantically waves goodbye and leaves you two alone. He's looking at you with these judgmental eyes, but they keep wandering towards your chest.
"Sorry but I don't really own anything else" you frowned in between smacks of your bubblegum. He looked you up and down and felt his cock straining in his pants. If you wouldn’t be efficient at your job, there’s plenty of other things he needs help with. He grinned devilishly as he came around to grab a handful of your ass. You squeal at his rough touch. "No need to change anything, doll. think you're perfect the way you are."
The next week consisted of him testing just how obedient you can be. He always made sure to "accidently drop something" and you being a very good girl would immediately bend over, allowing him to peek at whatever panties you were wearing. Once he demanded you get rid of his gum and spat it into your hand, and you nonchalantly just tossed it into your mouth. It was an innocent act you insisted would "help stop climate change cuz the gum was still chewable so it'd be a waste, duh!"
A month in, other Vought workers and even Supes began to gossip about the slutty looking idiot clinging to Soldier Boy every hour of every day. The first time he overhears he defends you, but he can't stop everyone from thinking it.
You stroll down the hall looking for him in a pale pink cotton dress that ends right below your ass . He told you to show up wearing the shortest thing you own, and you happily obliged, but you stop when you hear snickering from around the corner.
One voice says "God do you remember when she showed up to the presentation wearing that collar?" Another voice laughs so loud the first one shushes them. "Yes! It had a B, that is so pathetic."
"And desperate! I should complain so he can finally pay attention to me during meetings" the first voice whines. You feel tears start to well in your eyes. Do people really think of you like that? You're just doing what Ben tells you. You thought you were doing really well at your job and all the smiles and giggles around Vought Tower were a good thing.
You march with your head low past them and briskly walk into Ben's office, shutting the door with a slam. He looks up from his rolling tray with a grin. "Hey doll, you know I told you to roll these joints for me but you look so damn cute I guess I can forgive you."
He stops when he notices your tear stained cheeks and running mascara. "What's wrong?"
You sniffle as you go to sit on his lap. He gently caresses your face and wipes your tears away with his thumb. "People here don't like me" you sob. "They think I'm embarrassing and stupid".
Ben looks at you with empathetic eyes. "Why would you care what those assholes think? You know they're only jealous cause you get all my attention."
You know he's trying to make you feel better but it isn't working. "Yeah well, I heard some girl next to your office say she'll report me for how I dress, so she can have all your attention." you pout. Ben scowls at that.
"Sweetheart you think I'm dumb?"
Your eyes widen at his odd question and frantically shake your head "No Ben of course not."
"Then why would I trade you for some average bitter cunt?' He soothes. "You take care of me so good, and your pussy is the best I've ever had."
You blush, recalling the first time he told you that. You offered to clean the coffee you accidently spilled on the carpet and he fucked you from behind with the sponge still in your hand.
"You promise you won't get rid of me?" you plead. He brings you close to his chest and plants a soft kiss to your head.
"I can show just how much I promise if you don't mind the blinds staying open" he cheekily nods towards the windows showing waves of employees and supes running up and down the halls.
Your heart swells at the idea of Ben publicly claiming you. Letting everyone know he's yours and there is nothing they can do about it. You excitedly jump out of his lap and begin to strip. He takes that joint from earlier and slinks back into his chair.