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lila-lou · 21 days ago

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✨His second exception - Pt. 26/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, fluff, angst, Ben being a piece of work, you being a piece of work

Word Count: 8737

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 26 of "His second exception".

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

The next day, you sat anxiously in Dr. Collins’ office, the familiar sterile smell and quiet hum of the equipment only heightening your nerves. Your leg bounced restlessly as you tried to distract yourself, but nothing seemed to calm the growing tension in your chest. You were waiting for the latest ultrasound, the one that would finally reveal the baby’s gender and ensure everything was progressing as it should.

Beside you, Ben sat with his arms crossed, his leg stretched out casually, though his eyes flicked toward you every few seconds. He looked calm on the outside, but you could tell he was just as wound up as you were—he just had a better poker face.

After a few minutes of your incessant leg bouncing, Ben finally grumbled under his breath, his tone half-teasing, half-serious. “You better hold your fucking leg still before you shake the whole goddamn bench”.

You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “Really? That’s your way of helping me calm down?”, you shot back, though your lips twitched into a small smile.

“If you’re this bad now, I’m scared to see you in the fucking delivery room”, he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Should I bring earplugs for the screaming, or just go full noise-canceling headphones?”.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “Oh, very funny, tough guy. Let’s see how cool and collected you are when the doctor tells us it’s a girl”.

That wiped the smirk off his face momentarily, and he grunted, muttering something under his breath about “not a chance”. You nudged him playfully, your nerves easing slightly as his teasing helped ground you.

You grinned at him, a mischievous glint in your eye as you leaned closer. “You know, Ben”, you began, your tone sweet but dripping with sass, “for someone who’s so convinced it’s a boy, you sure look nervous. What’s wrong? Worried you’ll have to buy little pink dresses and tiny bows”.

Ben narrowed his eyes at you, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. “I’m not nervous”, he shot back, his voice gruff, though the way he adjusted his position in the chair betrayed his discomfort. “And there’s not gonna be any damn bows”.

“Mhm, sure. I can just picture it now—big, tough Soldier Boy walking around with a little princess in a tutu. Oh! And those sparkly sneakers with the lights!”. You bit your lip, barely suppressing a laugh as you watched his expression darken.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “Keep it up, sweetheart”, he growled, his eyes narrowing. “You’re asking for trouble”.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Oh, am I? What are you gonna do? Have a tantrum in front of Dr. Collins?”.

“You’re lucky you’re pregnant”, he muttered, his tone teasing but with a hint of genuine annoyance. “Otherwise, I’d be teaching you some manners right now”.

Your grin widened as you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Oh, bring it on, Soldier Boy”, you said, clearly not thinking he’d actually make a move in the middle of Dr. Collins’ office. “Let’s see what you’ve got”.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting into something darker, more mischievous. His smirk was sharp now, his green eyes narrowing on you. He leaned closer, his voice low and dripping with challenge as he muttered, “You really think I won’t bend you over right here and fuck that attitude out of you?”.

Your eyes widened slightly, heat rushing to your face as his words sank in. For a moment, you were at a loss for words, caught off guard by just how bold he was being. You glanced around the room, as if checking to see if anyone had overheard, but it was just the two of you—well, for now.

“You wouldn’t dare”, you hissed back, though your voice lacked conviction. The way Ben was looking at you, all smug and confident, made it hard to tell whether he was bluffing or not.

Ben’s smirk deepened, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as if daring you to keep going. “Try me”, he said simply, his tone casual but laced with a promise.

Before you could respond, the door opened, and Dr. Collins walked in, her cheerful expression cutting through the tension like a knife. “Alright, let’s see how things are progressing!”, she said, oblivious to the charged moment she’d just interrupted.

Ben straightened up immediately, the smirk still lingering on his face as he shot you a knowing look. You rolled your eyes, trying to compose yourself, but your cheeks were still burning.

As Dr. Collins prepped the equipment for the ultrasound, Ben leaned toward you one last time, his voice so low only you could hear. “Lucky for you, we’ll save that conversation for later”.

You laid back on the exam bench, the cool gel on your belly a stark contrast to the warmth of Ben’s hand resting near yours. He sat on the edge of the chair beside you, his body tense, his protective nature on full display. His eyes flicked between your face and the monitor, as if daring anything to be out of place.

Dr. Collins adjusted the ultrasound wand, her calm demeanor reassuring as she scanned your belly. She glanced up briefly, meeting your eyes. “So”, she began, her tone light but professional, “have you experienced any unusual pain or discomfort recently? Anything that feels… different?”.

You hesitated, glancing at Ben, who was watching you intently. “Not really”, you said finally. “Just the usual stuff—nausea, some dizziness a couple of days ago. I’ve been more exhausted than usual, but I figured that’s normal for this stage".

Dr. Collins nodded, jotting down a few notes. “That’s all expected”, she said and tilted her head as she studied the grainy image on the screen, her brow furrowing ever so slightly. She adjusted the wand, moving it carefully as her eyes scanned the measurements. A moment later, she let out a quiet hum, her tone more reserved now. “The baby’s still pretty small”, she murmured, half to herself, though the words immediately caught your and Ben’s attention.

Ben sat up straighter, his jaw tightening. “What does that mean?”, he asked, his voice low but carrying an edge of worry.

Dr. Collins glanced at both of you, her expression professional but tinged with something more serious. “It’s not uncommon for babies to measure on the smaller side, especially with first pregnancies”, she began, her tone careful, “but given your unique situation, I’m more cautious. The lack of significant growth so far could be why you haven’t experienced the kind of strain or symptoms I’ve been expecting. It’s almost like your body is in a sort of… grace period”.

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “Grace period?”, you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dr. Collins nodded, her gaze flicking to the monitor before back to you. “If—hopefully when—the baby begins to grow more rapidly, your body will need to adapt very quickly. That could bring on some… significant challenges”, she said, her tone dipping into something more solemn. “Increased strain on your muscles, your organs, even your bones. It’s something we’ve been watching for, but so far, you’ve been spared”.

Ben’s fingers tightened on your arm, his green eyes narrowing as his concern grew. “So, the baby’s small now”, he said, his voice controlled but sharp. “But when he starts catching up, it’s gonna put more pressure on her?”.

Dr. Collins nodded slowly. “That’s a strong possibility. Your body has done an incredible job so far, but a super-powered child growing rapidly in the final weeks could pose risks. We’ll monitor everything closely. Right now, the baby is healthy, just small. But if growth accelerates, you’ll need to be prepared for the strain it might bring”.

The thought of your body struggling to keep up was terrifying, but you kept your expression steady, refusing to let fear take over.

Ben, however, was anything but calm. “Prepared how?”, he demanded, his voice a low growl. “You’re saying this like it’s just gonna happen, like there’s no way to stop it”.

Dr. Collins sighed, clearly used to his intensity but not immune to it. “There’s no way to stop the baby’s natural development”, she said gently but firmly. “What we can do is ensure regular monitoring and adjust as needed. If we see any signs of distress—for her or the baby—we’ll act immediately”.

You placed a hand on Ben’s, trying to anchor him. “Ben”, you said softly, meeting his eyes. “It’s going to be okay. We’ll handle it”.

His eyes softened slightly as they met yours, but the tension in his body didn’t fully dissipate. He turned his attention back to the doctor. “You’re sure the kid’s healthy? Right now?”, he asked, his voice quieter but no less intense.

Dr. Collins offered a small, reassuring smile. “Yes. Right now, your baby is healthy. But we need to keep monitoring closely. These next few weeks will be crucial”.

Both of you let out a small breath, the weight of Dr. Collins’ words settling in but also bringing a small sense of relief. Even though there might be complications ahead, for now, your baby was okay—and so were you. That was what mattered the most.

The room felt quieter now, the air a little heavier with the reality of the situation. You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flicking to Ben, then to Dr. Collins. There was a nervous flutter in your chest as you finally found the courage to ask the question that had been sitting in the back of your mind. “Can we… know the gender?”, you asked softly, your voice a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Dr. Collins smiled gently, sensing the shift in mood. “Of course”, she said, turning her attention back to the monitor. “Let’s take a closer look”.

Ben leaned forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing as if he could decipher the image on the screen himself. His grip on your hand tightened again, this time not out of fear but out of eagerness. You couldn’t help but glance at him, his usually composed expression giving way to genuine curiosity.

Dr. Collins adjusted the wand, the screen shifting slightly as she focused on a specific area. “Ah”, she murmured, her tone brightening slightly. “There it is”.

You held your breath, your heart pounding as you watched her study the image. Ben’s hand slid up to rest on your shoulder, a small but grounding gesture as you both waited.

“Well”, Dr. Collins said after a moment, turning back to the two of you with a warm smile, “there’s… not much to see”.

You blinked, confused for a split second, before realization dawned on you. A grin spread across your face as you turned to look at Ben, whose expression was a mix of disbelief and dawning horror.

“What do you mean ‘not much to see’?”, Ben blurted out, his voice louder than intended. His hand froze on your shoulder, and he leaned forward, staring at Dr. Collins as though she’d just told him the world was ending.

Dr. Collins chuckled softly, clearly unfazed by his reaction. “I mean, it’s a girl”, she said, her tone patient but amused. “Congratulations”.

Ben leaned back in his chair, his jaw dropping slightly. “No way”, he muttered, shaking his head as if refusing to believe it. “A girl? You’re sure?”.

Dr. Collins nodded, pointing to the screen with a smile. “Very sure. See here? No signs of anything that would indicate a boy”.

You couldn’t help it—you burst out laughing, the relief and joy bubbling over as you looked at Ben. He looked like he’d just been hit with a ton of bricks, his mind clearly racing as he tried to process the news.

“Oh shit, Ben”, you managed to say between laughs, leaning back against the bench. “I told you! I told you it could be a girl!”.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me”, he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “A girl? What am I supposed to do with a girl?”.

Dr. Collins, clearly entertained by his reaction, chimed in. “You’re supposed to love her, protect her, and maybe get used to a lot of pink”.

Ben groaned dramatically and turned to you, narrowing his eyes. “This is your damn fault”.

You couldn’t stop laughing, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you looked at Ben’s utterly defeated expression. “Oh, come on”, you teased, nudging his arm. “What happened to ‘sending my boys’? What happened to being so sure?”.

Ben glared at you, though his face was still a mix of disbelief and panic. His hand tightened into a fist on his thigh, and you could see him trying to compose himself, failing miserably. “I was sure”, he growled, his voice almost petulant. “This—this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. I don’t know what to do with a girl!”.

You grinned wider, loving every second of his flustered state. “Oh, please. You’re acting like it’s the end of the world”, you said, leaning toward him. “You’re gonna be wrapped around her little finger, and you’re gonna love every second of it”.

“I’m not gonna break anything right now”, he muttered under his breath, though you noticed his voice waver ever so slightly.

You laughed harder, clutching your belly as you teased, “Oh, but you want to, don’t you? Big, bad Soldier Boy, totally undone by the idea of a daughter”.

Ben groaned, running his hands over his face before letting his head sink between his knees, clearly overwhelmed. “Oh, shut up now”, he snapped, though his voice lacked its usual bite. It was obvious he wasn’t angry—he was panicking.

“Fuck”, he muttered into his hands, his shoulders rising and falling with a deep, frustrated breath. His head stayed down, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything else. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, the realization of having a daughter sinking in and completely throwing him off his game.

You softened slightly, the teasing grin fading into something gentler as you reached out to rub his back. “Hey”, you said softly, leaning closer to him. “It’s not that bad".

He peeked up at you from between his hands, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Not that bad?”, he repeated, his voice full of incredulity. “It’s a girl. A girl. I don’t even know how to deal with grown women, and now you’re telling me I have to raise one? What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”.

You chuckled, your hand moving in slow, soothing circles on his back. “You’re going to be her dad”, you said simply, your voice calm and reassuring. “You’re going to love her, protect her, and probably let her get away with murder because you won’t be able to say no to her”.

Ben groaned again, sitting up slightly and looking at you with a mix of despair and amusement. “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”, he said, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

You smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Completely”, you teased, your lips brushing against his scruffy jaw. “But in the best way possible”.

Ben groaned again, shaking his head as if trying to wrap his mind around the situation. “Well, it definitely explains all the teasing about not moving and all that”, he grumbled, his voice dripping with resignation. With a theatrical flair, he let his head drop dramatically onto the bench beside your belly, making a soft thud. His face turned toward your bump, his expression a mix of bewilderment and reluctant acceptance.

“You’re already messing with me, aren’t you?", he muttered against your belly, his voice muffled but filled with exaggerated defeat. “Barely here, and you’ve already got me losing my fucking mind”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair affectionately. “Oh, come on. You’ve handled way worse than this”, you teased. “Besides, she’s going to love you. You’ll be her hero”.

Ben groaned again, but there was a small, reluctant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Hero, huh?”, he said, his voice quieter now. “Feels like I’m about to be the guy she rolls her eyes at when I say no to her”.

Before you could respond, Dr. Collins, who had been quietly running tests in the background, chimed in with a small smile. “She’s definitely an active one”, she said, her tone light and reassuring. “Everything looks great so far, but I’ll keep monitoring her size and growth in the next few weeks to make sure we’re on track”.

Ben lifted his head slightly, glancing toward the monitor. “Active”, he repeated, his brows lifting. “Great. A fucking firecracker”.

“You’re going to be amazing, Ben”, you whispered, leaning toward him. “She’s lucky to have you.”

For a moment, Ben didn’t say anything, his green eyes fixed on the monitor. Finally, he sighed, his voice softening. “She’d better be”, he said gruffly, though his smirk betrayed him. “Because I’ve already got my fucking hands full”.

“Yeah”, he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “I mean you”.

You leaned closer, brushing a soft kiss against his jaw, your voice barely above a whisper. “Well, then lucky for me too”.

Ben just grunted in response, his usual way of deflecting when things got too sentimental, but you could see the faint trace of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He sat back properly in his chair as Dr. Collins handed you a few ultrasound pictures.

“Here”, she said with a kind smile. “Something to take home and look at whenever you want to remind yourself of her progress”.

You took the pictures carefully, your heart swelling as you looked down at the grainy black-and-white images. There she was—tiny, but perfect. You traced a finger over the outline of her profile, feeling a rush of love and excitement. “She’s beautiful”, you murmured, more to yourself than anyone else.

Ben leaned over slightly, peering at the pictures with a skeptical expression. “Looks like a blob”, he grumbled, though his tone was softer than usual, betraying how much he actually cared.

You laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “That’s your daughter you’re calling a blob”.

“She’s my blob”, he countered with a smirk, his hand moving to rest on your belly. “Guess she’s already got me wrapped around her little… whatever that is”, He pointed vaguely at the ultrasound picture, clearly unsure of the anatomy.

As you both walked out of the office, Ben was unusually quiet, his typical cocky demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic introspection. He stayed silent even as he opened the car door for you, helping you in carefully before settling into the driver’s seat. The silence stretched as he pulled onto the road, the hum of the engine filling the space between you.

Finally, after a few minutes, he broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. “A girl”, he said, almost like he was still trying to believe it himself. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, glancing over at you briefly before focusing back on the road. “How the hell am I gonna survive this shit?”.

You looked at him, amused but curious, as he continued. “All the drama I had with you before you finally came around, and now you’re giving me a girl”. He shook his head, letting out a dramatic sigh.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, leaning back in your seat as you rested a hand on your belly. “Oh, come on, Ben. You’re acting like it’s going to be a disaster”.

Ben glanced at you again, his expression torn between frustration and a strange kind of awe. “You don’t get it”, he muttered, his tone rough but laced with something deeper. “You were already impossible to deal with, and now there’s gonna be a mini version of you running around? I’m screwed”.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “She’s not going to be impossible, Ben. She’s going to be amazing. And you’re going to love her more than anything”.

Ben rubbed his face hard with one hand, muttering under his breath before gripping the steering wheel tightly again. His jaw was set, his brow furrowed in deep thought. After a moment, he broke the silence, his voice a low grumble. “What if she brings boys home?”.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden shift in focus. Before you could say anything, he added, “Fuck, I’ll have to kill ‘em”. His tone wasn’t exaggerated or playful—it was flat and matter-of-fact, like he’d just decided on the weather for the day.

You burst out laughing, despite yourself, shaking your head as you looked at him. “Ben, you can’t just kill her dates”.

Ben’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn’t take his gaze off the road. “The hell I can’t”, he muttered. “No punk-ass kid is coming near my daughter unless I say so. And if they do? They better have a damn good reason to be breathing when they leave”.

You laughed harder, holding your belly as you leaned back in your seat. “Oh my god, you’re serious, aren’t you?”, you asked, though the answer was written all over his face.

“Of course I’m serious”, he growled, his voice gruff but tinged with that protective instinct you’d grown so familiar with. “You think I’m letting some little shit with bad intentions anywhere near her? Not a chance”.

You shook your head, grinning. “Ben, she’s not even born yet, and you’re already planning murders”.

He glanced at you briefly, his expression still deadly serious, though his lips twitched like he was fighting a smirk. “I’m just getting a head start”, he said. “If I’m ready for it now, I won’t lose my shit later”.

“When that day comes, you won’t be killing anyone. You’ll just be giving them the scary dad speech”.

Ben grunted, his lips curling into a reluctant smirk. “Scary dad speech?”, he echoed. “You think that’s all it’ll take?”.

“With you?”, you replied with a laugh. “Yeah, I think that’ll be more than enough”.

You leaned back in your seat, rubbing your belly as you smiled to yourself, the image of Ben trying to parent a teenage girl popping into your mind. “She’s gonna have a hard time with all this anyway”, you murmured, half to yourself but loud enough for Ben to hear.

He shot you a quick glance, raising an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”.

You smirked, looking over at him. “I mean, every guy out there is gonna know her dad is Soldier Boy”. You emphasized the title with a mock-dramatic tone. “No one’s gonna dare ask her out for a stupid date. She’ll probably end up with you as her date to the homecoming ball”.

Ben snorted, clearly amused by the idea. “Good”, he muttered, his tone full of pride. “That’s the way it should be. She won’t need some fucked up kid to take her when she’s got me”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You seriously don’t think that’s gonna make her life harder? A teenage girl with a dad who terrifies half the population? She’s gonna hate you for it”.

Ben shrugged, his smirk growing wider. “She can hate me all she wants. Long as she’s safe and doesn’t end up with some loser breaking her heart, I can live with that”.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “And what happens when she rebels? You know that’s inevitable, right?”.

Ben chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a cocky grin. “She can try”, he said, his tone full of confidence.

You shook your head again, laughing softly as you imagined the future battles of wills between Ben and his daughter. “I can’t wait to see you eat your words”, you teased, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder.

Ben’s smirk softened slightly, and he tilted his head down to kiss the top of yours. “We’ll see, sweetheart”, he murmured. “We’ll see”.

The next day, Ben knelt in front of you, his jaw tight, and his movements sharp as he tied the laces of your shoes. He was clearly annoyed—his brows knitted together, his lips pressed into a thin line. The argument you'd had over the last hour about going to the tower - not to see Dr. Collins, but to see the team, still hung in the air. Despite his initial resistance, Ben had eventually given in—though not without a lot of grumbling, snapping, and glaring on his part.

You stood there, arms crossed over your belly, watching him with a smug little smile that you knew would only infuriate him more. “You know”, you started, your tone far too casual, “you’re kind of proving my point about why I should come. I can’t even tie my own shoes anymore. You can´t leave me alone here”.

Ben glanced up at you, his green eyes flashing with irritation. “You think this is a win for you?”, he growled, finishing the knot on one shoe and moving to the next. “This isn’t a win. This is me being too damn tired to argue with your stubborn ass anymore”.

You smirked, knowing exactly how far you could push him without tipping him over the edge. “Stubborn? Me? I thought you loved that about me”.

Ben let out a sharp, humorless laugh, tugging a little harder on the laces than necessary. “Yeah, well, right now, I’d love it if you learned to stay put and stop making my life harder”.

“Aw, don’t be like that”, you teased, leaning forward slightly—not that far, because your belly wouldn’t let you. “You know you’d miss me if I stayed home”.

He sat back on his heels, glaring up at you as he finished tying the last shoe. “Miss you?”, he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, I’d miss you nagging me, getting in the way, and making me worry you’re gonna trip over your own damn feet”.

You stuck your tongue out at him, and for a moment, his lips twitched like he might smile despite himself. Instead, he stood up, brushing off his hands and towering over you. “There”, he muttered, his voice still gruff. “You’re tied up and ready to go. Let’s just get this over with”.

You grinned triumphantly, adjusting your jacket. “See? You’re already in a better mood”.

Ben shot you a look, shaking his head as he grabbed his jacket. “You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart”.

In the car, Ben’s grumbling didn’t stop as he navigated through the city streets. You had rolled down the window slightly, letting the cool breeze in, which only seemed to annoy him further. He shot you a glance, his hand gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. “You know, your stubborn ass is gonna give me a heart attack one day”, he muttered, shaking his head.

You turned toward him, biting back a grin as you rested your hand on your belly. “A heart attack? Oh, come on, Ben. You’ve been through way worse than dealing with me”.

“That’s different”, he snapped, his voice low but gruff with frustration. “Fights I can handle. Supes? Easy. But you?”. He exhaled sharply, glancing at you again. “You make it damn near impossible to relax. I wanted you safe, at home, with a stupid tea or something. Not tagging along to the tower like it’s a fucking field trip”.

You rolled your eyes, leaning back in your seat. “Safe and at home, huh? You mean bored and miserable while you’re off doing god-knows-what? No, thanks”.

Ben let out a humorless laugh, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Yeah, because dragging yourself to the tower, surrounded by assholes who’d probably trip over themselves just to get a look at you, is such a better idea. You can barely put your shoes on, and now you’re out here acting like this is some kind of vacation”.

You smiled sweetly, knowing full well you were testing his patience. “I can handle it, Ben. I’m not made of glass”.

He glanced at you again, his jaw tightening. “You don’t get it, do you?”, he growled, his voice lower now. “Every second you’re not safe, every second something could happen, it’s my fucking problem. You think I’m worried about me? I’m worried about you. You and…”. His eyes flicked down to your belly before snapping back to the road. “You know what I mean”.

His rare moment of vulnerability softened you, and you reached over, placing a hand on his thigh. “Ben”, you said gently, squeezing slightly. “I’m fine. We’re fine. I promise, I wouldn’t push this if I didn’t know I could handle it”.

Ben sighed heavily, not looking at you but clearly hearing your words. “You’re gonna drive me insane”, he muttered under his breath, though his hand shifted off the wheel for a moment to cover yours.

“I promise I’ll drink your stupid tea when we get back home, okay?”, you said lightly, trying to ease the tension in the car.

Ben let out a deep, frustrated groan, his head tilting slightly back as if summoning patience from up above. “That’s not the fucking point, and you know it”, he grumbled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

You laughed softly, leaning your head back against the seat. “You’re so dramatic”, you teased, knowing full well you were pushing his buttons. “It’s not like I’m running a marathon, Ben. I’m just sitting in the car, going to the tower with you”.

He shot you a pointed look. “Yeah, until some fucking moron bumps into you, or you get tired and dizzy, or—”.

You cut him off with a playful wave of your hand. “Relax, big guy. You’ll be right there, glaring at anyone who so much as looks at me funny. What’s the worst that could happen?”.

Ben’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as he let out a humorless laugh. “You don’t wanna know the damn list I’ve got in my head”, he muttered darkly, shaking his head. “I’m telling you, one day you’re gonna pull some shit like this, and I’m gonna drop dead right there. Just boom—heart attack. Gone”.

You couldn’t help but laugh again, reaching over to pat his hand. “Well, until that day comes, you’re stuck with me”, you said. “And I’ll make sure the tea is extra relaxing for when we get home, just for you”.

Ben shot you a sidelong glance as he pulled the car into the parking garage of the Vought Tower, his lips twitching into something between a smirk and a scowl. “Where the hell’s my shy, sweet little girl, huh?”, he grumbled, the gravel in his voice tinged with mock exasperation. “The one who used to get all nervous around me, stammering and blushing like I was some fucking movie star?”.

You grinned, tilting your head to look at him. “Oh, her? She’s still here, buried under months of your nonsense. Had to toughen up a bit to survive you”, you teased, your tone dripping with fake sweetness. “Now I just bully you nonstop. Keeps things interesting”.

Ben groaned, dragging a hand down his face dramatically as he parked the car. “You don’t bully me”, he muttered, his tone incredulous. “You’re playing rope jump with my fucking nerves every second of the day”.

You laughed, unbuckling your seatbelt as you turned to face him fully, before you leaned toward him slightly, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Wouldn’t you be fucking bored by her now?”.

Ben froze for a moment, holding your gaze with those sharp green eyes of his. He didn’t answer right away, and you could see the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned in and gave you a quick, firm peck on the lips, his expression shifting to something softer, something knowing.

“You’re right, and I fucking hate it”.

You laughed softly, sitting back in your seat with a victorious smile as Ben got out of the car. He came around to your side, opening your door and offering his hand to help you out. His movements were careful but instinctive, as if protecting you had become second nature to him.

Ben extended his hand toward you, his lips curving into a teasing smirk as he looked you up and down. “C’mon, get your not-so-little-anymore ass out of the car”, he said, his tone laced with playful sarcasm.

As you stood up, the weight of his teasing sinking in more than you wanted to admit, your big, glistening eyes fixed on Ben. “You really think so?”, you whispered, your voice wavering with emotion.

Ben, immediately catching the shift in your tone, groaned softly, his head falling back slightly. Then he looked at you again, his expression one of mild exasperation. But when he saw the tears gathering in your eyes, he froze. “Oh, for fuck’s sake”, he muttered under his breath, already realizing he’d stepped in it.

“I know I’ve gained weight, but that´s just mean”, your voice cracked as the first tear slipped free, your frustration and hormones combining into a tidal wave you couldn’t hold back. You pushed him away, your emotions flaring as you started walking toward the elevators.

Ben stayed still for a moment, staring at you in disbelief before groaning again, louder this time. “I was fucking kidding!”, he yelled after you, throwing his hands in the air. “You snap at me all the time, and I’m not allowed to make a fucking joke?!”.

You ignored him, your waddling steps taking you toward the elevators at a pace that was nowhere near your usual stride. Ben muttered something inaudible under his breath, then quickly caught up to you, reaching your side just as you stepped into the elevator. The doors slid shut behind you, the confined space forcing the tension between you.

Ben reached out, gently wrapping his hand around your waist, his voice quieter but still frustrated. “Come on, don’t do this”, he said, his tone more serious now. “You know I didn’t mean it like that”.

Ben groaned audibly as the elevator doors slid open to reveal the top floor, where everyone was already gathered for the meeting. You sniffed, hastily wiping at your cheeks, but it was too late—Frenchie, who was the first to notice you, had already caught the tears glistening on your face.

“Oh, mon Dieu! What happened?”, Frenchie exclaimed, his excitement at seeing you immediately shifting to concern as he stepped closer.

Annie was right behind him, her brows furrowing as she took in your watery eyes and Ben’s exasperated stance. “Are you okay?”, she asked gently, her gaze flicking between the two of you.

Without missing a beat, and still thoroughly upset, you blurted out, “Ben thinks I’m fat”.

The room fell into a stunned silence, and you could feel the eyes snap to Ben. His jaw dropped, and he threw up his hands in utter frustration. “Oh, for fuck’s sake!”, he barked once more, his voice echoing down the hallway. “That’s not what I said!”.

Frenchie’s expression hardened, his arms crossing over his chest. “You said she’s fat?”, he repeated, disbelief dripping from every word.

You turned to Ben, your eyes still brimming with tears but now blazing with frustration. “You said my ass is fat!”, you snapped, your voice sharp and unwavering.

The room collectively sucked in a breath, and all eyes swung back to Ben, who looked like he’d just been hit by a freight train. His face twisted into an expression of sheer disbelief, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form a response.

“Wait—what?”, Frenchie interjected, his hands shooting up in exasperation. “Her ass? Are you mad, man? You want to die?”.

Ben groaned, dragging a hand down his face like he couldn’t believe he was in this situation. “That’s not what I said either!” he growled, his voice loud and defensive. “I said her ass isn’t small anymore. That’s not the same thing!”.

Annie stepped forward, shaking her head as she looked between you and Ben. “Ben, do you ever actually listen to yourself? Because that’s just as bad”.

Ben threw up his hands again, his frustration boiling over. “She’s pregnant!”, he yelled, as if that explained everything. “She’s supposed to get bigger! What am I supposed to say? ‘Oh, babe, you’re still tiny’? You’d call me a liar!”.

You glared at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “You could try saying nothing”, you shot back, your voice icy. “That’s always an option”.

Ben’s frustration boiled over as he snapped, “Oh no, we’re not doing this shit!”. Without giving you a chance to protest, he reached down and scooped you up into his arms, your protests coming in a mix of angry muttering and flailing limbs.

“Ben, put me down!”, you hissed, wriggling against his iron grip as he carried you through the hallway.

“Nope”, he muttered gruffly, not stopping as he strode toward his office. “Meetings got a twenty-minute delay”, he said under his breath, his jaw tight.

The others stood there, stunned into silence as the two of you disappeared down the corridor. Frenchie was the first to break the quiet with a low whistle. “Well, that’s one way to handle it”.

Annie just sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I don’t even want to know”.

Ben didn’t say another word until you were inside his office. The door clicked shut behind him, and before you could get another protest out, he turned you around, pressing you gently but firmly against his desk. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him as his voice dropped to a low growl. “You really like pushing me, don’t you?”.

“Ben, we—”, you started, but your words faltered as he pushed your dress up over your hips, his movements rough with frustration but still careful not to hurt you.

Ben leaned in closer, his grip firm but controlled as he pressed his body against yours, his voice low and rough in your ear. “No, baby”, he muttered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You shut the fuck up now”.

Before you could muster another word, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down in one swift motion. The cool air against your skin sent a shiver up your spine, but his touch, warm and commanding, quickly grounded you.

“Ben, we can’t—”, you tried again, but he cut you off with a dark chuckle, his hands sliding back up your thighs as he pressed your hips firmly against the desk.

“Don’t even start”, he growled, his tone equal parts frustration and desire. “You’ve been testing me all damn day, and now you’re gonna deal with it”.

Ben’s hand came down firmly on your ass, the sound sharp in the quiet of the office. A gasp escaped your lips as the sting turned into a heated ache, your breath hitching again. “I said it’s not small anymore”, he growled, his voice low and thick with intent. His other hand tightened on your hip, holding you firmly in place against the desk. “Not that I don’t think your ass is looking fucking fine”.

You bit your lip, your body already reacting to the commanding tone in his voice, the way his touch claimed every inch of you. He leaned over you, his chest brushing against your back as he reached up to undo the fastenings of his supe suit. You could hear the faint rustle of the fabric as he peeled it open, his movements unhurried but deliberate.

“Been driving me fucking insane all day”, he muttered, his breath hot against the back of your neck. His hands returned to your waist, sliding down to grip your thighs. “Running your dirty little mouth, pushing every goddamn button I’ve got. You really think I’m just gonna let that slide?”.

Ben didn’t wait, his movements deliberate and firm as he pushed inside you. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as he held you steady. His large hand slid underneath your belly, supporting you to make sure it didn’t press against the desk. The mix of his strength and care sent a jolt of heat and emotion through you, your body responding instantly to his touch.

“Fuck”, Ben growled, his voice thick and laced with frustration. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust, but his grip on your hip tightened, his other hand cradling you protectively. “Your sass is gonna be the end of me, you know that?”.

You tried to form a coherent response, but the way he moved—firm and slow at first, then with building intensity—made it impossible. He leaned over you, his lips brushing against the back of your neck as he muttered, “You push every damn button I’ve got, and then act like it’s a game”.

His pace quickened slightly, his breaths ragged and uneven as he cursed under his breath. “You don’t listen, you don’t stay put, you don’t stop running your damn mouth. It’s like you’re trying to make me lose my mind”.

You whimpered softly, your body melting under his firm grip and the commanding tone of his voice. “Ben…”, you managed to whisper, your voice trembling as pleasure coursed through you.

“Don’t ‘Ben’ me”, he snapped, though his voice was tinged with a rough affection. “You know exactly what you’re doing, and now you’re gonna deal with it”.

You let out a breathless laugh between gasps, your body trembling under his movements. “You’re all words, Ben”, you teased, your tone light but daring. You knew exactly what you were doing, and you couldn’t resist pushing him further. “Always talking, but—oh—you never really… follow through”.

Ben froze for a split second, his hands gripping you tighter as if to process what you’d just said. Then, without a word, his hips snapped forward, harder and deeper, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips. The intensity made your body arch against him, your hands scrambling to hold onto the desk as he didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath.

“Still think I’m all words?”, he growled, his voice low and rough, the vibration of it sending shivers down your spine. He didn’t wait for a response, driving into you harder, his pace unwavering and deliberate, a silent but clear message: he wasn’t playing anymore.

You tried to form a comeback, but the sheer force of his movements stole the words from your lips, leaving you gasping instead. Ben’s grip under your belly remained steady, his hand ensuring your body stayed supported even as he upped the intensity, his other hand pressing against your hip to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“Go on”, he muttered through gritted teeth, his breath warm against your neck. “Say it again. I fucking dare you”.

You couldn’t even respond, your body trembling as his pace pushed you closer to the edge. He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the fact that you’d run out of sass for once. “That’s what I thought”, he murmured, his voice full of smug satisfaction.

Ben’s pace didn’t falter, his movements deliberate and powerful as he focused entirely on you. His grip tightened on your hips, keeping you steady as he drove into you with a controlled intensity that left you breathless. Each thrust seemed to push you closer and closer to the edge, and the sound of his low, guttural groans only fueled the fire building within you.

“You’re gonna come for me”, he growled, his voice low and commanding. “Right fucking now”.

The heat coursing through your body was overwhelming, and you couldn’t hold back the soft cries spilling from your lips as he kept up his relentless pace.

As the tension inside you snapped, a wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling beneath him. Your body tightened around him, and Ben let out a deep, guttural curse as your release pushed him to the brink.

With a final, powerful thrust, he followed you over the edge, his grip tightening as he buried himself deep inside you. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving as he rested his forehead against your back for a moment, letting the aftershocks of your shared release ripple through him.

The room was filled with the sound of your labored breaths, both of you too spent to move right away.

As the intensity ebbed and your breathing began to steady, Ben straightened slightly, his hand still protectively resting under your belly. A smug smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned down, brushing his mouth close to your ear. “You good now?”, he rumbled, his voice low and teasing. “Or are you still a sassy little bitch?”.

You let out a breathless laugh, tilting your head back to meet his gaze, your body still buzzing from the afterglow. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see”, you replied, your tone playful but defiant.

Ben narrowed his eyes, his smirk growing wider. “Careful”, he warned, his voice dripping with mock threat. “I’ve got plenty of energy left if you need another lesson”.

Ben smirked, his hand lingering on your hip as he gently pulled away, his movements slower now, more deliberate. Without a word, he crouched slightly to retrieve your panties, carefully sliding them back up your legs and into place. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to his earlier intensity.

Next, he adjusted your dress, smoothing the fabric over your hips and belly before letting his hands linger there for a moment, his thumb brushing lightly against your side. Just as you were starting to regain your composure, he gave your ass another sharp, playful slap, the sound echoing in the quiet room.

“Better behave now”, he said, his tone smug as ever, the teasing glint in his eyes making you roll yours in response.

You turned to make another teasing comment, but the words died in your throat as you caught sight of him adjusting his belt, finishing the final touches on his supe suit. The way the material clung to his body, highlighting every muscle, the commanding presence he seemed to exude effortlessly—it all hit you in a way you hadn’t expected.

Your cheeks flushed, the heat creeping up your neck as you silently took him in. He didn’t wear the suit as often these days, and seeing him in it again now was a stark reminder of the sheer authority he carried when he did. He was pure masculinity, strength, and confidence, standing tall like he owned the room.

Ben caught your gaze. “What?”, he mumbled as he fastened the last strap.

You blinked, quickly looking away, though the blush on your face betrayed you. “I’m just… not used to seeing you in that anymore”, you muttered, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.

He stepped closer, raising a eyebrow. The weight of his presence making you instinctively tilt your head up to meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”, he said, with a smirk.

“Still gets to you, doesn’t it?”.

You rolled your eyes, though your heart was pounding. “You wish”, you shot back, trying to recover your composure.

But Ben wasn’t letting you off the hook that easily. He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly along your jaw, his eyes glinting with amusement and something deeper. “Admit it”, he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “You fucking love seeing me like this. Makes you all flustered”.

You opened your mouth to retort, but the intensity of his gaze rendered you speechless. Instead, you swallowed hard, your silence betraying you as Ben leaned in closer, his grin turning wicked.

“So, let me get this straight”, he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. “Whenever I want you to shut up, all I’ve gotta do is throw on the suit, play big, bad Soldier Boy, and—”, he paused, leaning down slightly —“watch you fall to pieces?”.

You scowled, immediately snapping out of your trance, though your cheeks were still warm. “You’re such an ass”, you muttered, crossing your arms in front of you defensively.

Ben chuckled, clearly unbothered by your attempt to regain your composure. He straightened up, his hands resting casually on his hips as he regarded you with a knowing look. “Yeah? And you love it”, he drawled, tilting his head slightly. “Face it, sweetheart—you’re weak for the uniform. All women are”.

Your jaw dropped, your hands instinctively flying to your hips as you glared up at him. “Excuse me?”, you shot back, your voice sharp with indignation.

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Oh, come on. Don’t act so shocked”, he said, his tone oozing with smugness. “It’s biology. You see a strong man, you go all soft. That’s just how you’re wired, baby”.

You stared at him, torn between wanting to throttle him and bursting out laughing at the sheer audacity. “You are unbelievable”, you said, shaking your head. “You seriously think that’s why I’m staring at you?”.

Ben stepped closer again, his smirk now bordering on predatory. “I don’t think, sweetheart”, he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as he leaned in. “I know”.

Your glare intensified, though you could feel the heat creeping back up your neck as Ben’s words hung in the air. His proximity, the way his suit accentuated every ounce of his strength and confidence—it was maddening, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You’re so full of yourself”, you snapped, trying to sound firm, but your voice betrayed a slight quiver.

Ben chuckled, his grin widening as he tilted his head to look down at you, his presence entirely overwhelming. “Maybe”, he admitted, his tone casual, almost lazy. “But tell me I’m wrong”.

You opened your mouth to fire back, but nothing came out. His gaze bore into you, daring you to deny it, and your silence only seemed to fuel his satisfaction. He straightened up again, his smirk now absolutely insufferable.

“That’s what I thought”, he drawled, folding his arms across his chest.

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

Part 27

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lila-lou · 4 months ago

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✨His second exception - Pt. 10/?✨

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Dirty Talk, Language, fluff

Word Count: 7143

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 10 of "His second exception".

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

The next few weeks were filled with family meetings, work, and a lot of bonding time. And by bonding time, Ben definitely meant sex. The two of you made up for all the lost time, nearly everywhere in the house and even at work. So, it wasn’t a surprise when you found Ben’s face pressed against your chest after he roughly opened your blouse just as you placed some files on Butcher’s desk.

“Ben”, you giggled, trying to sound stern but failing miserably, “not here”.

Ben groaned against your skin, his breath hot and desperate. “Definitely here”, he murmured, his voice husky with need. Without waiting for another protest, he roughly grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and sitting you on Butcher’s desk. Your heart raced as he pushed up your skirt, his hands firm and insistent.

You gasped, a mixture of shock and excitement flooding through you. “Ben, we can’t…”.

His eyes locked onto yours, filled with a raw intensity. “We can, and we fucking will”, he growled, his hands already working to slide your panties aside.

The thrill of the forbidden, combined with Ben’s overpowering desire, left you breathless. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his fingers teased you. You moaned against his lips, your body responding despite your mind’s protests.

“Ben”, you whispered, your voice trembling, “butcher could walk in”.

He smirked, his fingers never stopping their tantalizing movements. “Then we better be quick”, he said.

With one hand still caressing you, he used the other to open his supe suit just enough to free his throbbing length. The sight of him, so eager and ready, sent another thrill through you.

“Ben”, you gasped, trying to keep your voice down, “we really shouldn’t…”.

But the words died on your lips as he positioned himself between your thighs, his need evident and overwhelming. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “You want this as much as I do”, he whispered, his voice a seductive promise.

Your resolve melted away as he began to push inside you, the sensation electrifying. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your hands gripping the edge of Butcher’s desk for support. Ben moved with a desperate urgency, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

“We have to be quiet”, you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

“Then keep it down”, he growled softly, his hands gripping your hips as he drove deeper. The mix of his roughness and the thrill of being caught made it impossible to stay silent, but you tried your best, your breath coming in shallow, rapid gasps.

Ben barely contained his supe strength, his thrusts powerful and demanding. You tried to keep up with his pace, but it was difficult. Each deep thrust sent a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body, but you found yourself craving more, the intensity overwhelming.

“Ben”, you gasped, your voice strained. “It’s so…”.

He growled against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. “You can take it”, he whispered fiercely. “You’re mine”.

His words, combined with the roughness of his movements, pushed you closer to the edge. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, each thrust driving you higher. Your fingers dug into the edge of the desk, trying to find some stability as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of release.

Ben’s grip on your hips tightened, his pace relentless. He was right on the edge himself, barely holding back.

Just as you felt yourself about to unravel, Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this intense, shared moment. Your body tensed, and with a final, powerful thrust, you were sent over the edge.

Ben followed moments later, his own release a low, guttural groan against your lips. He held you tightly, both of you trembling from the intensity of it all. For a moment, you stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, savoring the aftermath of your shared passion.

But as reality slowly seeped back in, you both hurried to adjust your clothes, trying to compose yourselves. Ben’s eyes were still dark with lingering desire, but there was a softness in them too, a silent promise of more moments like this.

“You’re impossible”, you murmured, a breathless laugh escaping your lips.

“And you love it”, he replied, a satisfied smirk on his face.

You shook your head, smiling as you gathered the scattered files. Just as you were about to leave, the door swung open, and Butcher walked in, his eyes immediately narrowing in suspicion.

“What the bloody hell is going on here?”, he demanded, his gaze flicking between you and Ben.

You quickly held up the files, trying to look innocent. “Just dropping off these files”, you said.

Butcher’s eyes narrowed further, clearly not buying your explanation. Just as you and Ben walked through the door, Butcher wrinkled his nose, a look of disgust crossing his face. “It smells like you two cunts just fucked in here”, he cursed, shaking his head.

“Must be your imagination, Butcher”, you chuckled.

Butcher shot you a glare. “Imagination, my arse”.

As you walked out of the room, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, Ben’s hand lingered at the small of your back, guiding you forward. Once you were out of Butcher’s sight, Ben’s hand slipped lower, and you felt him tug your panties higher underneath your skirt. The sensation of his cum smearing around your clit made you gasp softly, your body responding to the intimate touch even as you tried to keep your composure.

“Ben”, you whispered urgently, trying to swat his hand away, but he just smirked and kept his hand firmly in place.

“Consider it a reminder”, he murmured in your ear, his voice low and filled with promise. “Of what’s waiting for you later”.

Your cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, the thrill of being caught making your heart race. You managed to keep walking, feeling Ben’s presence close behind you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you reached your office, you quickly slipped inside. Ben followed, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He stepped closer, his hand once again finding its place on your thigh.

“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?”, he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You’re one to talk”, you replied, your voice breathless.

As Ben began to open your blouse again, you caught his wrists, stopping him. “I can’t”, you whined softly, your voice a mix of exhaustion and desire. “It’s been three times today already and it’s not even 11 a.m. I’m sore”.

Ben grumbled softly, his frustration evident. “Alright”, he sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your jaw before reluctantly pulling away. He didn’t bother closing your blouse, leaving it partially open as he stepped back, his eyes still filled with hunger.

“I’ll let you rest for now”, he said, his tone playful but laced with a promise. “But tonight, you’re mine”.

You couldn’t help but smile at his persistence, despite your current state. “Tonight”, you agreed, straightening your clothes and trying to regain some semblance of professionalism.

Ben gave you one last lingering look before turning to leave. “Get some fucking work done then”, he teased, winking at you as he opened the door.

You watched him go, your heart still racing. Despite the intensity and sometimes overwhelming passion, you wouldn’t trade your life with Ben for anything. He kept things exciting and unpredictable, and you loved him all the more for it.

The rest of the day was a blur of work, your thoughts frequently drifting back to Ben and his touch. The anticipation of the evening kept you going, adding a thrill to your routine tasks.

While Ben took a shower, you prepared dinner, enjoying the comfortable routine the two of you had developed over the last few weeks. The kitchen was filled with the warm, inviting aromas of your cooking, and you hummed softly to yourself, feeling content.

Upstairs, Ben stepped out of the shower, the steam billowing around him as he grabbed a towel. As he dried off, he rummaged through the cabinets and drawers, searching for his razor. His movements were methodical at first, but then he froze.

There, tucked away in a corner of the drawer, was a white, thick stick with a blue cap. His heart pounded as he picked it up, his mind racing. It was a pregnancy test.

Ben stared at the test, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face. He hadn’t known you were worried enough to take one. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

After getting dressed, Ben walked downstairs, the pregnancy test still in his hand. He found you standing in front of the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled delicious. He approached you from behind, placing the test on the corner of the counter within your view. He didn’t move away, effectively caging you between his chest and the counter.

“What’s this?”, he asked softly, pointing to the stick.

You froze for a moment, the spoon in your hand suspended mid-air.

“I took it last week”, you admitted, setting the spoon down and turning off the stove. “Even though I’m on an IUD, my period was late, and I got worried”.

Ben’s eyes softened as he listened, but he didn’t move away. “Why didn’t you tell me?”, he asked, his voice gentle but firm.

You sighed, looking down at your hands. “I didn’t want to worry you unless there was something to worry about. And… it’s not positive”.

Ben’s heart skipped a beat, a mixture of disappointment and hurt evident on his face. He gently turned you around so you were facing him, his hands resting on your shoulders. You kept your gaze down, feeling a pang of guilt.

“I didn’t want to give you hope just to disappoint you”, you mumbled, your voice barely audible.

Ben sighed, lifting one hand to gently tilt your chin up so you would look at him. “Hey, look at me”, he said softly. When your eyes met his, you saw the mix of emotions there—disappointment, yes, but also understanding and love.

“I get why you didn’t want to tell me”, he said, his voice calm and steady. “But I want to be there for you, for everything. The good and the bad. We’re a team, remember?”.

You nodded, tears threatening to spill over. “I’m sorry, Ben. I should have told you”.

Ben leaned in, his lips brushing gently against yours in a tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with understanding, reassurance, and love. You felt the warmth of his touch and the sincerity in his gesture, and it made your heart swell.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. “It’s okay”. he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “Just promise me, no more secrets. We face everything together, no matter what”.

You nodded, tears spilling over but feeling a sense of relief. “Okay”, you whispered back. “No more secrets”.

Ben pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You leaned into him, feeling the strength and comfort of his presence. It was in moments like these that you realized just how much you cherished the bond you shared.

After a few moments, Ben pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a gentle smile. “Now, finish dinner”, he grinned. “I´m fucking starving".

You chuckled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. “Right. Dinner”.

As you turned back to the stove to finish preparing the meal, Ben stayed close, helping with small tasks and keeping the conversation light and easy.

Once everything was ready, you both sat down at the table, the atmosphere warm and relaxed. You chatted about your day, shared stories and laughed together.

Later that night, as you curled up together on the couch, watching a movie, you felt a deep sense of contentment. Ben’s arm was wrapped around you, his hand gently stroking your hair. The love and trust you shared were palpable.

As the weeks passed and Ben’s birthday drew closer, you thought quite a while about what to get him. There wasn’t much he had interests in. His main interest was pretty much you. Right now, he was on a mission again for over two weeks, and you were going crazy without him. Over the last few weeks, you had healed more and more, and the thought of trying for another baby again had crossed your mind over and over.

Ben wouldn’t be home until tonight, just in time for his birthday. And now, you finally had an idea for his present. It was a gift that you knew would mean the world to him, something he had wanted for so long but had put aside for your sake.

You spent the rest of the day preparing everything. You made sure the house was clean and cozy, the way he liked it. You cooked his favorite meal, making sure to include all his favorite dishes. You even baked a cake, decorating it with care. But the most important part of your preparation was more personal.

A week ago, you had started working on a special project—a photo book. This wasn’t just any photo book; it was one meant for the baby you hoped to have together. You had collected all the photos of you and Ben since you first met, capturing moments of joy, love, and everything in between.

Now, you were at the first empty page. You drew little pacifiers and bottles, adding small, whimsical touches that made the page feel warm and inviting. At the top of the page, you wrote in your neatest handwriting: “Daddy finding out Mommy wants to try for me”.

As you worked on the book, you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of peace and anticipation. Each photo you chose, each doodle you added, was a step towards the future you both wanted. You knew this gift would mean the world to Ben, and it symbolized a new chapter in your lives.

With the photo book completed, you carefully wrapped it in elegant paper and tied it with a ribbon. You placed it on the table next to his usual seat.

As evening approached, you lit a few candles, dimming the lights to create a warm, intimate ambiance. You changed into a simple but elegant dress, something you knew Ben liked, and touched up your makeup.

Finally, you heard the sound of the door opening. Your heart leaped with joy and anticipation. As Ben stepped inside, he put his shield down and kicked off his boots. You quickly walked over to him, ready to kiss him and welcome him home, but he grumbled something about needing a shower and went straight upstairs, not even glancing at you, your dress, or the beautifully prepared table.

You stood there, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over you. The dinner was still in the oven, keeping warm, but the joy you had felt moments ago was quickly fading. Your shoulders slumped, and you fought to keep the tears at bay. You had put so much effort into making this evening special, and his dismissal felt like a punch to the gut.

Determined not to let it ruin the evening, you took a deep breath and tried to stay positive. Maybe he was just exhausted from the mission. You decided to give him some time to shower and relax. You busied yourself in the kitchen, checking on the food and making sure everything was perfect.

After what felt like an eternity, you heard the water shut off upstairs. A few minutes later, Ben came down, looking more refreshed but still wearing a tired expression. He finally seemed to notice the effort you had put in.

“What’s all this?”, he asked, his eyes scanning the table and the decorations.

You forced a smile, trying to hide your earlier disappointment. “I wanted to make your birthday special. I cooked your favorite meal and even baked a cake”.

“My birth—my…”, Ben mumbled, looking confused for a moment. He pulled out his phone, squinting at the time and date. The clock read 00:30; it was indeed his birthday. He looked back up at you, a mixture of surprise and something softer in his eyes. “I totally forgot it was my birthday”, he admitted. “It’s been so long since anyone really cared about it”.

You walked closer. “Well, I care��, you said softly. “I wanted to make it special for you”.

Ben’s expression softened even more, and he pulled you close.

Ben didn’t say anything; he just pulled you into a tight hug, nearly crushing you with his strength. For a moment, he seemed to forget his superhuman abilities - again, and you felt the air being squeezed out of your lungs.

“Ben”, you gasped, patting his back gently to remind him to ease up.

He immediately loosened his grip, stepping back slightly with an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry”, he mumbled.

You chuckled softly, knocking on your chest a few times to get the air back in. “It’s okay”, you said, still catching your breath. “Just don’t forget your strength sometimes”.

Ben gave a sheepish smile, his eyes full of warmth and affection. “I’ll try to remember”.

You reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, let’s enjoy your birthday dinner”, you said, leading him to the table.

Ben followed you, his expression softening as he took in the beautifully set table and the effort you had put into making the evening special. He sat down, and you began serving the food, making sure to give him a generous portion of his favorites.

“This looks amazing”, Ben said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. “Thank you for doing all this”.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “You’re welcome. You deserve it”.

As you both started eating, the atmosphere became more relaxed. Ben’s eyes sparkled slightly with happiness, and you could see the weight of his mission lifting from his shoulders.

When the meal was over, you stood up to bring out the cake. Ben’s eyes widened in delight as you placed it in front of him, the candles flickering softly. “You really baked a cake?”, he asked, sounding genuinely touched.

“Of course”, you said with a smile. “No birthday is complete without cake”.

After what seemed like an eternity of you arguing about how it wasn't 'gay' to blow out candles as a man, Ben finally surrendered.

He blew out the candles, and you cut the cake, serving each of you a generous slice. As you ate, the warmth of the evening enveloped both of you, creating a perfect moment of togetherness.

After a while, Ben leaned back in his chair, looking at you with a contented smile. “You cook pretty fucking amazing for your age”, he said, his tone half teasing, half sincere. “Considering how women nowadays are raised”.

You raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful smirk. “Oh, really? And how exactly are women raised nowadays, according to you?”.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You know what I mean. A lot of people don’t know their way around the kitchen anymore. But you… you’ve got a real talent for this”.

You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. “Well, thank you. I enjoy cooking, especially for someone who appreciates it”.

He glanced around the room again, taking in all the little details you had put together for the evening. “I can’t remember the last time someone did something like this for me”.

You smiled contentedly, feeling the warmth of his appreciation, before the excitement began to bubble up inside you again. You nodded towards the wrapped book beside his plate. "Open it", you grinned, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Ben looked at you curiously but reached for the book, carefully unwrapping it. You grabbed your Polaroid camera, ready to capture the moment you had been eagerly anticipating. As he flipped through the pages, his expression softened, and he smiled slightly at the photos of the two of you, capturing moments of joy and love from the past few months.

He paused occasionally, commenting on a particular photo or memory, his eyes reflecting the happiness of those times. Your heart swelled as you watched him, knowing how much these memories meant to him.

As he neared the last page, you raised the camera, ready to snap the photo. Ben's expression turned slightly confused as he saw the doodles of pacifiers and bottles. His eyes scanned the words at the top of the page: "Daddy finding out Mommy wants to try for me".

For a moment, he just stared at the page, his mind processing the message. Then, as the realization hit him, his face went pale, and his eyes widened in shock. His hands trembled slightly as he looked up at you, his voice barely a whisper. "Are you fucking serious?".

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm ready. I want to try again".

At that exact moment, you clicked the shutter on the Polaroid camera, capturing his raw, emotional reaction. The picture developed, showing Ben's astonished expression, a moment frozen in time that you knew you would treasure forever.

He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking his chair over, and pulled you into his arms. You barely managed to put the camera and photo aside as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. His strength and urgency were palpable as he headed straight for the bedroom.

“Ben!”, you chuckled breathlessly, “just now?”,

“Of course fucking now”, he growled, his voice filled with a raw intensity. “I’m gonna fuck you as long as it takes to get that baby inside you”.

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”.

He grinned. “Not when it comes to this”.

He kicked open the bedroom door, carrying you inside and laying you down on the bed with surprising gentleness, given his earlier urgency.

You pushed Ben down onto his back and stood up from the bed, grinning at him. “After all, it is your birthday”, you said playfully.

Ben’s eyes followed your every move, filled with a mix of hunger and anticipation. You stood in front of the bed, slowly peeling off your dress, revealing a new rose lace set adorned with delicate bows and strings.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me tonight”, he grumbled, his voice thick.

You laughed softly, enjoying the effect you had on him. “That’s the plan”, you teased, running your hands over your body, highlighting the intricate details of the lingerie.

Ben’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight, his body visibly reacting to your teasing. “Come here”, he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

You took your time, sauntering over to the bed with a seductive sway in your hips. You climbed onto the bed, straddling him, your hands resting on his chest. You could feel his heart racing beneath your palms, mirroring your own excitement.

He reached up, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. “You gonna keep this on”, he growled, his voice filled with possessive desire.

You smirked, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “If that’s what you want”, you whispered teasingly.

His hands roamed over the lace, fingers tracing the delicate patterns. “It’s exactly what I want”, he murmured, his grip tightening on your hips.

You moved your hips slowly, teasing him with just enough friction to drive him wild. His breathing became ragged, his eyes darkening with need. “You’re going to be the death of me”, he muttered, his hands sliding up your back.

“Then let’s make it memorable”, you replied.

You leaned back, giving him a full view of your body in the lingerie. His eyes followed every movement, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze. Slowly, you began to rock your hips again, grinding against him in a rhythm that had you both gasping for breath.

Ben groaned deeply, his hands gripping your hips even tighter as he tried to pull you closer. But you shook your head, a playful smile dancing on your lips as you reached for the hem of his shirt instead.

“Patience”, you murmured, tugging his shirt upwards. He reluctantly released his hold on you, lifting his arms so you could pull the shirt off completely. His bare chest, chiseled and strong, was now exposed to you, and you couldn’t resist running your hands over his muscles, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your fingers.

Ben’s eyes followed your movements. “You’re teasing me”, he growled softly, though there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

You leaned down, pressing a series of slow, deliberate kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “Maybe a little”, you admitted, your breath hot against his skin.

He growled again, a low, rumbling sound that sent a thrill through you. His hands slid back up to your hips, his grip firm and possessive. “You know what that fucking does to me”, he said, his voice rough with need.

You smiled, enjoying the power you had over him. “I know”, you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. “But it’s your birthday, remember? I want to make it special”.

With that, you slowly began to move your hips again. His hands tightened on your hips, and he let out a deep, throaty moan, his eyes closing briefly in sheer pleasure.

You continued your teasing, your movements slow and deliberate, building the tension between you. Ben’s breathing grew heavier, his body tensing beneath you as he struggled to maintain control. You could see the raw desire in his eyes, the need to claim you completely.

Finally, you sat back on your heels, your eyes locked with his as you slowly pulled down his sweatpants and boxershorts. You threw them to the ground, revealing his throbbing length. Ben’s breath hitched in anticipation, and as soon as he realized what you were up to, he let himself fall back against the headboard, his eyes closing in surrender.

Your delicate fingers wrapped around him, and a deep groan escaped his lips. You could feel the heat and hardness beneath your touch, his need evident and urgent. You started with slow, teasing strokes, your thumb brushing over the sensitive tip, eliciting a shiver from him.

“Fuck”, he muttered, his voice strained. The sound of his need sent a thrill through you, heightening your own arousal. You tightened your grip slightly, continuing the slow, teasing strokes, feeling the powerful throb of his arousal beneath your touch.

Ben’s breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His eyes fluttered open, he looked down at you with a mixture of awe and longing. You could see the tension in his body, every muscle taut as he fought to maintain control.

You maintained eye contact, letting him see the pleasure you took in touching him. With each stroke, you varied the pressure and pace, keeping him on edge, never letting him fully relax into the sensation. Your thumb brushed over the sensitive tip again, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed, making him shiver.

His hands found their way into your hair, his fingers threading through the strands as soon as your lips finally touched him. You began with a gentle kiss on the tip, feeling the heat and hardness beneath your lips. His reaction was immediate, a deep groan rumbling through his chest as his fingers tightened in your hair.

Slowly, you let your tongue flick out, tasting him. The salty tang of his pre-cum heightened your own arousal, and you couldn’t help but smile as you saw his eyes darken further. You took him into your mouth, inch by inch, savoring the feel of him filling you.

Ben’s grip on your hair grew firmer, not forceful, but guiding, as if he couldn’t help but follow the rhythm you set. You began to move, your mouth sliding up and down his length, your tongue swirling around the head with each ascent. The sensation drove him wild, his hips bucking slightly in response.

“You feel so good”, he muttered, his voice thick with need.

You responded with a soft hum, the vibrations making him shudder. You increased your pace slightly, your hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to stroke in time with your mouth. Each movement was deliberate, designed to drive him closer to the edge.

His breathing grew more erratic, and you could feel the tension building in his body. You hollowed your cheeks, creating a tight seal as you took him deeper, your throat relaxing to accommodate his length.

As he felt himself getting close, Ben’s grip tightened in your hair, and he pulled you away a bit roughly. The suddenness of it made you look up at him in surprise. His chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

“No way am I wasting this”, he growled, his voice low and filled with determination. “Not when I want to get you fucking pregnant”.

He lifted you effortlessly, laying you back on the bed with a mix of tenderness and urgency. You could see the raw need in his eyes as he positioned himself over you, his hands moving to your hips.

With a swift motion, he pulled your panties aside, the lace catching momentarily before giving way. You gasped, feeling the cool air against your heated skin. Ben’s gaze never left yours as he aligned himself, the tip of his length pressing against your entrance.

“Ready?”, he asked, his voice husky.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. “Yes”, you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

He entered you slowly, the sensation of him filling you completely making you moan softly.

He began to move, each thrust measured and controlled, making sure you felt every inch of him. The rhythm he set was slow and deliberate, building a deep, intense connection between the two of you. His eyes never left yours, the intimacy of the moment making your heart race.

“Do you feel that?”, he whispered, his voice rough. “Every inch of me inside you, filling you up”.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sensation of him moving inside you, the slow, deliberate pace, was driving you wild.

Ben’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming slightly more urgent. “I’m going to make you mine”, he growled softly. “I’m going to fill you up, and we’re going to make a baby. You want that, don’t you?”.

The raw desire in his voice, the dirty talk, sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes”, you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. “I want it. I want you to get me pregnant”.

A deep, satisfied growl rumbled from his chest, and his movements became more insistent. “Good”, he muttered. “Because I’m not stopping until I’ve done just that”.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re going to look so beautiful, carrying our baby”, he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “All swollen and round, knowing I did that to you”.

The intensity of his words, combined with the physical sensation of him inside you, was almost too much to bear. You could feel the tension building within you, the pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust.

Ben’s words sent a thrill through you, the intensity of his desire matching your own. His pace quickened, his movements more urgent, as he leaned down to kiss you deeply. His lips were warm and insistent against yours, the kiss a mix of passion and promise.

His hands roamed over your body, caressing and gripping, his touch firm yet gentle. You could feel every inch of him, the way he moved inside you, filling you completely. The sensation was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Look at me”, he whispered, his voice a low growl. You opened your eyes, meeting his intense gaze. “I want to see your face when I fill you up”.

Ben’s thrusts grew more powerful, each movement sending you closer to the edge. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he drove deeper. “You’re mine”, he growled, his voice thick with need. “All mine”.

“Yes”, you gasped, your nails digging harder into his shoulders. “I’m yours”.

The intensity of his thrusts increased even more, his movements more urgent and desperate. You could feel the pressure building, the pleasure mounting with each powerful thrust. His breath was hot against your skin, his body tense with effort.

“You’re going to come for me”, he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. “I want to feel you come around me”.

You could feel the tension coiling tighter, the sensation almost too much to bear. “Ben”, you gasped, your voice a breathless plea. “I’m so close”.

“Come for me”, he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. “Let me feel you”.

With one final, powerful thrust, you tumbled over the edge, your climax crashing through you in intense, overwhelming waves. The pleasure was all-consuming, your body trembling with the force of it. Ben’s thrusts grew erratic, his own release imminent.

“Fuck”, he muttered, his voice strained with effort.

You felt him throb inside you, his release flooding into you in hot, shuddering waves. The sensation sent you spiraling higher, the pleasure overwhelming. He held you tightly, his grip firm and possessive, as you rode the waves of ecstasy together.

Finally, the intensity began to fade, leaving you both breathless and trembling. Ben collapsed onto you, his weight comforting and grounding. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his breath hot against your skin.

“I love you”, he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity and emotion.

“I love you too”, you whispered, your heart full.

After a while, as you both lay there, basking in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy, Ben carefully pulled out of you. The sensation left you feeling momentarily empty, but the intimacy of the moment was far from over. He watched intently as some of his cum began to seep out, a determined look in his eyes.

With a gentle but purposeful touch, he gathered the escaping cum with his thumb and pushed it right back inside you. The act was both intimate and possessive, a silent vow of his intentions and desires.

“Not wasting anything”, he murmured.

You shivered at the sensation, feeling a renewed wave of arousal. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”, you whispered teasingly.

Ben’s eyes locked onto yours, filled with unwavering determination. “Dead serious”, he replied, his voice a mix of affection and resolve.

You smirked, feeling playful. “Well, if you’re that serious, maybe we should keep practicing”, you teased, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his shoulder.

Ben raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a grin. “Oh, I don’t think practice will be an issue”, he said, his hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “In fact, I think you’re in for a lot of it”.

You giggled, shifting closer to him. “Is that a promise?”, you whispered, your breath warm against his ear.

“It’s a guarantee”, he growled softly, his hands exploring your body with renewed interest. “You won’t be able to fucking walk straight by the time I’m done with you”.

With that, he flipped you with ease onto your stomach, his strong hands guiding you into position. His body hovered above you, pressing you more firmly into the mattress. You could feel his already hard dick pressing insistently against your ass.

Ben’s breath was hot against your ear as he leaned down, his voice a low, seductive growl. “You ready for more?”, he whispered, his hands sliding down your sides to grip your hips.

You nodded, your body responding eagerly to his touch. “Always”, you breathed, your voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself, the tip of his length pressing against your entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside your pussy, the sensation intense and electrifying. You gasped, your fingers clutching at the sheets as he filled you completely.

Ben moved with a deliberate, steady rhythm, his thrusts deep and powerful. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in time with his movements.

“Feel that?”, he murmured, his voice rough with need. “That’s all for you”.

You moaned in response, your body arching into his touch.

About three hours later, the intensity had not waned, but your stamina was reaching its limits. You straddled Ben, moving languidly atop him, feeling utterly spent. Without his superhuman endurance, every movement required a tremendous effort from you, yet the pleasure was too intense, too intoxicating to stop.

The sensitivity of your body was at its peak; every touch, every sensation was magnified. Ben’s lips were gentle on your nipple, drawing it softly into his mouth, the contrast of his firm hold and the tender suckling sending shivers through your exhausted body. You shuddered, the sensation almost too much as your skin tingled with oversensitivity.

“I can’t”, you whined, feeling overwhelmed. Your legs trembled around his waist, the effort to keep moving both sweet agony and exquisite pleasure.

“Shh, just relax”, Ben murmured, his voice soothing. His hands slid from your hips to your waist, steadying your movements. He guided you, slowing the pace to something more sustainable, more tantalizingly slow.

You leaned forward, resting your hands on his chest, seeking support as much as offering yourself to his gaze and touch. Ben’s eyes were intense, focused entirely on you, watching your every reaction. He adjusted his angle slightly, and his next thrust touched a spot within you that made your breath hitch.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of your mutual panting and the quiet shifting of the sheets. Ben’s hands roamed your back, then moved to gently cup your breasts, thumbing your nipples with just enough pressure to make you gasp, but not enough to overwhelm your heightened sensitivity.

“Ben…”, your voice trailed off into a moan as he continued to move beneath you.

“Look at me”, Ben commanded gently, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. There was a softness there, a caring that warmed you even as his body drove the breath from yours.

As you finally felt your control slipping, Ben’s embrace tightened, his movements became more purposeful. “Let go”, he whispered, and you did, falling into a climax that rolled over you like a wave, leaving you breathless and quivering.

Ben followed soon after, his own climax taking hold with a low, rumbling groan that vibrated through both of you.

You fell against Ben’s chest, your body trembling. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath. The heat of his skin, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, provided a grounding comfort amidst the aftershocks of pleasure.

Ben’s breathing was heavy but calming, and his hands gently stroked your back, smoothing away the lingering tension. “You did pretty amazing”, he murmured softly.

You nuzzled closer, seeking the warmth and safety of his embrace. “I feel like I’m going to melt”, you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

A soft chuckle rumbled through Ben’s chest. “I think we both do”, he said, his fingers brushing through your hair in a soothing motion.

You let out a contented sigh, your body gradually relaxing as the afterglow of your shared intimacy enveloped you. The exhaustion was profound but satisfying, and you felt a deep sense of connection and fulfillment.

Ben’s hand moved to cup your face, tilting it slightly so he could look into your eyes. “How are you feeling?", he asked.

You smiled, a sleepy, satisfied expression on your face. “Good”, you said softly. “I’m just…really spent”.

Ben pressed his lips against yours, moving softly and tenderly. You tried to pull away slightly, get up from his crotch, but he firmly pressed you back down, his gaze intense and loving. “Nuh uh”, he murmured against your lips. “Keep it inside a bit longer”.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling breathlessly. “Ben, you’ve come inside me at least five times tonight”.

He corrected you with a playful smirk. “Six”, he said, his tone both teasing and proud.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head slightly. “Alright, six times. You’re fucking relentless”.

Ben grinned, his index finger brushing lightly over your stomach, tracing lazy patterns on your skin. His touch sent shivers through you, despite your exhaustion. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.

“You know”, he teased, his voice low and playful, “with how much I’ve filled you up tonight, I wouldn’t be surprised if you got pregnant right away”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. “And I know you’re ovulating”, he added, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “How could you possibly know that?”.

Ben’s smirk widened, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and confidence. “I’m a supe, remember? I have my ways”, he murmured, his fingers continuing their teasing path over your stomach. “Let’s just say I pay very close attention to you”.

You raised an eyebrow, half-impressed and half-playful. “Is that so? Maybe you’re more observant than I give you credit for”.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Or maybe I just know how to read my girl”, he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe.

You shivered, the sensation sending a thrill through you. “Well, Mr. Observant, what else do you think you know about me?”.

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

Part 11

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