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lila-lou · 3 months ago

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✨His second exception - Pt. 10/?✨

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, 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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lila-lou · 3 months ago

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✨His second exception - Pt. 12/?✨

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, kinda kinky, Language, fluff

Word Count: 7454

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 12 of "His second exception".

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

It wasn’t until three weeks later, in the middle of the night, that Ben came home from another mission. Even though you didn’t like him going on missions, you knew it helped him stay less on edge.

You had just finally fallen asleep, having been pretty tired all day.

Ben tried his best to be quiet, even opting to shower in the guest bathroom to avoid waking you up. He knew how grumpy you could get when woken up unexpectedly. But as he walked into the dark bedroom, with only a towel around his waist, he stumbled against one of the three big moving boxes placed randomly in the middle of the room.

He cursed quietly, the sound just loud enough to stir you from your sleep. “What the fuck…”, he muttered under his breath, trying to regain his balance.

You groggily sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Ben? Is that you?”, you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah, it’s me”, he replied, sounding a bit frustrated. “What’s with these fucking boxes in the middle of the room?”.

You yawned and stretched, blinking as you tried to wake up fully. “I’ve been sorting through some old stuff”, you explained. “I didn’t realize you’d be back so soon, or I would have moved them out of the way”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his grumpy and annoyed face as you turned on the soft bed lamp, casting a warm glow across the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn our bedroom into an obstacle course”, you teased, the amusement clear in your voice.

Ben grumbled good-naturedly, shaking his head as he moved around the boxes to reach you. “Next time, leave me a fucking map or something”, he said, his irritation melting away as he saw your sleepy smile.

You patted the spot next to you on the bed, and he dropped the towel before slipping under the covers. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The familiar warmth and scent of him brought an immediate sense of comfort and security.

“I missed you”, you murmured, resting your head against his chest. “How was the mission?”.

Ben sighed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Too long”, he mumbled, his hands already moving to unbutton your silk pajama shirt. As he found your bare skin, he pressed his face between your breasts, seeking the comfort and closeness he had missed.

You chuckled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair. “Ben”, you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips.

But he had no intention of stopping. “You’re already awake”, he said, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. “Might as well make the most of it”.

Without waiting for a no—knowing full well it would come since you were quite tired—Ben’s lips closed around one of your nipples. He sucked gently at first, then bit down a bit harder, just enough to send a jolt of sensation through you. It was a calculated move, one he knew would rouse you more fully.

You gasped, your eyes widening as the sharp pleasure-pain combination made your heart race. “Ben”, you protested weakly, though you could feel your body responding, waking up to his touch.

He smirked against your skin, his tongue flicking out to soothe the slight sting. “See? Much more awake now”, he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

Despite your initial protest, you couldn’t deny the growing heat between your legs. Ben’s hands and mouth worked their magic, his touch both commanding and tender. His lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach.

You arched your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his journey downward. “Ben, please…”, you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and exhaustion.

He paused, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “Please what?”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thighs.

“Please… don’t stop”, you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath.

His grin widened, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to”.

He took his time, savoring every inch of you as his lips continued their descent. His fingers maintained their gentle, teasing circles on your thighs, coaxing your legs apart. The anticipation built with each passing second, your breath coming in shallow, eager gasps.

His mouth finally reached your core, and he nuzzled you gently, inhaling your scent. “You’re always so responsive”, he murmured, his voice vibrating against your most sensitive spot. The sensation made you shiver.

With agonizing slowness, he began to tease you with his tongue, tracing light, featherlike patterns over your folds. You moaned softly, your hips instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of his touch. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration.

“Ben…", you gasped, the need in your voice unmistakable.

He responded by pressing his tongue flat against you, dragging it from your entrance to your clit in a long, deliberate stroke. The sensation was electric, sending a surge of pleasure through your body. You moaned louder, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He circled your clit with his tongue, each movement precise and calculated to drive you wild. The intensity of his focus, the way he knew exactly what you needed, was almost overwhelming. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Ben added his fingers to the mix. One slid inside you easily, curling upward to find that perfect spot. He moved slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, but gradually increased the pace, driving you higher and higher.

Ben continued his exquisite torture, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you gasping and trembling with unfulfilled need.

You let out a frustrated whine, your eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and annoyance. “Ben”, you protested, your voice breathless. “Why did you stop?”.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Just reminding you how easily I can make you come”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs. “But only when I want to”.

You glared at him, your body aching for release. “You’re such a dick”, you shot back, though there was no real venom in your words.

Ben’s smirk widened at your frustration. “Oh, come on now”, he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Isn’t this fun for you too?”.

You let out a low growl, your body trembling with the need for release. “Ben”, you begged, your voice cracking with desperation.

He laughed softly, the sound both infuriating and intoxicating. “I love seeing you like this”, he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your heated skin, never quite giving you what you craved. “So needy, so desperate for me”.

You couldn’t take it anymore. With a burst of frustration and determination, you pushed against his chest, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, falling onto the mattress beside you, a look of surprise and amusement on his face.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning him down. “You want to tease?”, you challenged, your voice low and throaty. “Let’s see how you like it”.

Ben’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands instinctively moving to your hips. “Oh, I like this side of you”, he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.

You smirked down at him, the rush of power intoxicating. “Do you now?”, you mocked. “Let’s see how much you like it when you’re the one begging”.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and challenge. But your words had struck a nerve, and you saw a flicker of something darker in his gaze. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin with a force that made you gasp.

The pressure was almost painful, but you could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to balance his strength and control. “Careful now”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re playing with fire”.

You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. “I can handle the heat”, you whispered, your tone filled with confidence.

Ben’s grip tightened even more, and you felt the sharp bite of his fingers against your flesh. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending a shiver through your body. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the bruising of his massive ego battling with his desire to dominate.

“Is that so?”, he challenged, his voice rough.

With a sudden, forceful move, he flipped you onto your back, his body hovering over you. The change in position was so swift it left you breathless, and you found yourself pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

He stared down at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. “You think you can handle this?”, he demanded, his voice a low growl.

With those words, Ben thrust inside you with a forceful motion, knocking the air out of your lungs. A sharp pain shot through you, mingling with the intense pleasure that followed. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself.

“Ben”, you breathed, a mix of pain and arousal coloring your voice. Despite the initial discomfort, you couldn’t deny how hot it felt, the raw intensity of his need mirroring your own.

He smirked down at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Told you”, he growled, his hips pulling back before driving into you again with the same unrelenting force.

Your body arched beneath him, a cry escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left you trembling. “Ben…please…”, you gasped, though whether you were begging for more or for mercy, you couldn’t be sure.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises you knew you’d feel later. “I’m not stopping”, he muttered, his voice rough and filled with determination. “Not until I’ve fucked that attitude out of you”.

You knew how to push his buttons, and despite the force of his thrusts, you found the strength to meet his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Is that the best you can do?”, you taunted, your voice breathless but challenging. “I thought you were stronger than this”.

His eyes darkened further, a dangerous glint appearing as your words struck a nerve. He growled, the sound low and primal, and shifted his grip, one hand moving to your throat. The pressure was firm but not enough to cut off your air, just enough to remind you of his power.

“You really want to test me?”, he snarled, his hips driving into you with even more intensity. The hand on your throat tightened slightly, enough to make your breath hitch but not to truly harm. “I can fucking break you”, he warned, his voice a mix of anger and arousal.

The pressure around your throat, combined with the relentless force of his thrusts, sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you. You knew you were pushing him to his limits, and it thrilled you. “Do it”, you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t hold back as well as he usually could with you. Maybe it was the way you pushed him, the way you taunted him, or the way you looked at him with such defiance and desire. And you, you didn’t understand why you wanted him to fuck you this hard, to push you to your limits. Maybe it was the thrill of the danger, the raw power and intensity he exuded, or the way he made you feel alive.

Both of you knew that if his control slipped completely, he could easily hurt you, even kill you. But right now, you were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by your need for each other.

Ben’s thrusts became even more powerful, each one driving you further into the mattress. The pressure on your throat increased just enough to make your breath hitch, but still not enough to truly harm you. It was a delicate balance, one that he maintained with surprising precision even in his heightened state.

“You’re mine”, he growled, his voice filled with a primal possessiveness. “Only mine”.

Your response was a breathless moan, your body arching up to meet his thrusts. “Yours”, you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Only yours”.

The admission seemed to fuel his desire even more. His movements became more desperate, more intense, driving you both closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional low growl from Ben.

The pleasure and pain blended together into a whirlwind of sensation. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your throat, every brush of his skin against yours sent you spiraling higher and higher. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Finally, the pressure became too much to bear. With one final, powerful thrust, Ben sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a wave of intense pleasure that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Your vision blurred, your body shaking with the force of it.

His thrusts remained powerful, unrelenting, each movement drawing him closer to his climax.

“Look at you”, he growled, his voice husky and breathless. “So desperate, so needy for me”.

You could only respond with incoherent moans, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, but Ben barely noticed. His focus was entirely on you, on the way your body reacted to him.

“You love this, don’t you?”, he continued, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch again. “You love being mine".

You nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his. “Yes”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you”.

The admission sent a fresh wave of desire through Ben. He drove into you harder, faster, his control slipping further with each thrust. “Good”, he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Because I’m never letting you go”.

With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax, his release spilling into you with an intensity that left you both breathless. He held you tightly, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

For a few moments, neither of you moved. You were both too spent, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Ben’s body pressed heavily against yours, his breath warm and ragged against your neck. You felt the rapid thudding of his heart against your chest,

Slowly, Ben’s grip on your throat loosened, his fingers trailing gently down to rest on your collarbone. He raised his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. The dark, intense desire had softened, replaced by a tender concern. “You´re okay?”, he asked, his voice a hushed whisper filled with sincerity.

You nodded weakly, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah”, you whispered back, your voice hoarse but content. “More than okay”.

Ben’s expression softened even further, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he held you close.

Gently, he eased himself off of you, careful not to cause any more discomfort. He settled beside you, pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. “You really drive me fucking nuts, you know that?”, he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your own chuckle blending with his. “I could say the same about you”, you teased, your voice a gentle murmur as you nestled closer to him. “But I think that’s part of what makes this work, don’t you?”.

Ben’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Yeah, it definitely keeps things interesting”, he agreed, his fingers continuing their soothing patterns on your back.

You traced a lazy pattern on his chest with your finger, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths.

"You know”, he began, his tone teasing, “you could have just asked nicely if you wanted to get fucked harder”.

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “Oh, please”, you mumbled, shaking your head. “You never do that because you’re always afraid of hurting me”.

Ben’s smirk softened into a more thoughtful expression. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I don’t have good reason to be careful”, he replied, his fingers continuing their gentle movements on your back.

“By the way”, you whispered, pulling away from him. You slipped your arms into the sleeves of your pajama shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it up, knowing Ben would likely unbutton it anyway after what you were about to show him. Holding your shirt closed with one hand, you walked towards the bathroom, the anticipation building.

Ben watched you curiously, his eyes following your every movement. “What are you up to now?”, he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and intrigue.

You emerged from the bathroom holding a small bag, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. Ben’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity as you walked back to the bed, holding the bag out to him.

“What’s this?”, he asked, sitting up and taking the bag from your hand.

“Just open it”, you said softly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Ben carefully opened the bag, his eyes widening as he pulled out the positive pregnancy test.

For a moment, he just stared at it, his expression shifting from confusion to realization and then to pure, unfiltered joy.

“You’re…?”, he began, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. “Yeah”.

Ben’s face lit up with joy, a wide smile breaking through as he processed the news, but the mood shifted almost instantly. In a spontaneous reaction, he pushed against your shoulder. It was meant to be a light, playful shove, but his strength sent you tumbling back into the pillows. “And you let me do this to you?! The fuck is wrong with you”, he grumbled, a mix of worry and confusion in his tone, referencing the intensity of your fucking just minutes ago.

You looked up at him, biting back a laugh at his exaggerated concern. “Ben, relax. It’s fine… We’re fine”, you reassured him, trying to soothe his sudden surge of protectiveness.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, his brows knitting together as he hovered over you. “You’re not getting fucked for a long time for this”, he declared, raising a finger sternly. But his attempt at seriousness faltered, his lips twitching into a smile that he couldn’t quite suppress.

You laughed, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. “Is that supposed to be punishment or protection?”, you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Ben chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Maybe a bit of both”, he admitted, his voice softening.

With a gentle but firm motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his hands settling protectively on your stomach. His large palms nearly covered your entire belly, and he closed his eyes, concentrating deeply. You watched him, curiosity and love mingling in your gaze.

After a few moments, his eyes opened, and a wide, genuine smile spread across his face. “There it is”, he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He could feel the faint, delicate heartbeat of your baby, just beginning its journey of life.

"You can sense it?".

Ben’s eyes sparkled with joy and pride as he looked at you, his hands still resting gently on your stomach. “You still doubt my abilities?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No, I never doubted you. I just… I didn’t expect you to be able to feel it so soon”, you admitted, your voice filled with wonder.

He grinned, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your average guy”, he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed your amusement. “I guess not”, you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re extraordinary in so many ways”.

Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth and tenderness of the moment enveloped you both, making everything else fade into the background. As he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, he murmured, “Mmhmm, tell me about it”.

You laughed softly, your breath mingling with his. “Well, let’s see”, you began, your voice filled with affection. “You’re strong, protective, and you have this incredible ability to make me feel safe and loved no matter what”.

His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Keep going”, he urged playfully, his hands gently squeezing your hips.

You shook your head, a mock exasperated expression on your face. “You’re also incredibly stubborn and a bit of a show-off”, you teased, poking his chest lightly.

Ben raised an eyebrow and whispered against your lips, “Uh-uh, wrong way, baby. Turn around”, referring to you getting back on his good side.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. “Okay, okay”, you conceded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re also incredibly charming, unbelievably handsome, and you have this annoying way of making me fall in love with you more every day”.

His eyes softened, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “That’s more like it”, he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You felt a surge of emotion as you looked into his eyes, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he had a heart that beat just for you. “I love you, Ben”, you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “I love you too”, he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. “More than anything”.

There was a comfortable silence between you, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Ben’s fingers gently traced patterns on your back, his touch light and reassuring.

Then, breaking the quiet, he mumbled, “You never told me how it really was for you”.

You looked up at him, a questioning gaze meeting his. “What do you mean?”, you asked softly.

He smirked slightly. “You know, when I took your little precious virginity”, he teased, his voice a playful growl.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia. “Oh, that”, you said, trying to mask your shyness with a playful tone.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily. “Yeah, that”, he said, his voice dropping to a more serious, inquisitive tone. “I never asked because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’ve always wondered. Was it okay for you? Did I hurt you?”.

You sighed, your mind drifting back to that night. It had been intense, overwhelming, and filled with a whirlwind of emotions. “It was… a lot”, you admitted, your voice honest. “You were intense, but you were also incredibly tender and careful. I was nervous and excited, and you made me feel safe. It was perfect in its own way”.

Even though you just told him it was perfect, the words before lingered in his mind and he wasn’t quite satisfied. “A lot”, he repeated, his tone thoughtful. “That doesn’t sound like it was all good”.

You bit your lip, sensing his concern. “Well, Ben, your… size isn’t exactly average”, you admitted with a shy smile. “And being a virgin, it wasn’t as smooth as I might have hoped. But you were so patient and gentle when I needed you to be”.

Even though Ben never was the type to be gentle or considerate, he had made an exception for you and continued to do so.

But he would never completely admit to it. You looked up at him, seeing that he was still processing your words. You sighed softly, cupping his face in your hands.

“Ben”, you said gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You were amazing, okay? You still are. I wouldn’t change anything about that night, or any night since”.

His eyes softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of doubt. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you”, he murmured, his hands resting on your hips, his touch tender.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re not hurting me. I trust you”.

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. You watched him closely, still cupping his face, and asked gently, “Where is this coming from, Ben?”.

He pressed his lips together in a tight, almost reluctant smile. His eyes flicked down to your belly before meeting your gaze again. “If this is gonna be a girl”, he said, pointing toward your belly, “I’m gonna lose my fucking shit”.

You blinked in surprise, then a smile broke across your face. “Why?”, you asked, amusement lacing your tone.

Ben’s eyes softened, and he seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts. “I just… I want to protect her. I know how the world can be, especially for girls”. He paued. “And if she’s anything like you… I don’t know if I can handle it”, he mumbled.

“Like me?”, you raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Yeah”, he said, his voice a mix of frustration and admiration. “Choosing someone like me, a fucking supe with a tendency to lose control for her fucking first time ever. That was a fucking stupid idea”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Ben, it wasn’t a stupid idea. It was the best decision I ever made. I love you, and I wanted my first time to be with someone I trust completely”.

“You really mean that?”, Ben asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Yes, I really mean that. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way”.

Ben’s expression softened further, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I just… I know I can be a lot to handle”.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You are a lot, but that’s part of why I love you. You’re passionate, strong, and you care so deeply. And you’ve always been so careful with me, even when you’re being intense”.

Ben pressed his lips against yours, the intensity of his emotions flowing through the kiss. It was as if he couldn’t handle the depth of your dedication, the sincerity of your words. You felt his hands tighten around you, pulling you closer, needing the physical connection to ground him.

The kiss deepened, filled with a mixture of passion, gratitude, and a fierce protectiveness. Ben’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you to him as if he never wanted to let go. You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer still.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Ben’s eyes were dark with emotion, his voice husky as he spoke. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting go. Ever”.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. “And I’m not going anywhere”, you whispered back, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

With that, Ben gently pressed your head against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. You could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded you both. “We’re gonna have a fucking baby”, he mumbled, still in awe at the reality of it. The wonder in his voice made your heart swell even more.

You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “Yes, we are”, you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and tenderness.

Ben held you tightly, his hand moving to rest on your belly once again. He was still processing the enormity of the news, the joy and the concern intertwined in his mind. He would never admit it, but a part of him had been worried that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t get pregnant again after the loss you both had endured.

But here you were, a new life growing inside you. The thought filled him with a fierce determination to protect you both, to ensure that nothing would harm you or the baby.

As the minutes passed, the emotional intensity of the moment began to ebb, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Your eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion from the day and the overwhelming emotions finally catching up to you. Ben’s hands continued their gentle caress on your belly, the repetitive motion soothing and comforting.

Gradually, your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of his. Ben noticed the change, a tender smile spreading across his face as he realized you were falling asleep in his arms. He adjusted his position slightly, making sure you were comfortable without waking you.

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside and the soft rustle of the sheets as Ben shifted to hold you more securely. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he whispered, “I love you”.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, already halfway to dreamland. Ben chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love and pride. With you nestled safely in his arms, Ben allowed himself to relax, his own eyes growing heavy.

The following week felt like an eternity as you and Ben waited for your first appointment at the Vought hospital. Ben’s overprotectiveness reached new heights, as he tried to shield you from any possible work or stress. While his intentions were pure, his constant hovering drove you nearly crazy. He did try his best to give you some space, finding tasks that didn’t require physical effort for you to do, but it was still a delicate balance.

Today, however, was the day of your appointment. As you prepared to leave for the hospital, Ben’s concern was palpable. He made sure you were comfortable in the car, fussing over every little detail.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. Ben’s hand never left yours, his grip firm yet gentle. When you arrived, he helped you out of the car, his protective instincts kicking in once more as he guided you into the building.

The familiar surroundings of the Vought hospital brought back a flood of memories, some bittersweet, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the hope and excitement of the present moment. The receptionist greeted you warmly, and after a short wait, you were led to the examination room.

Dr. Collins quickly joined you, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s good to see you both again”, she said gently, her eyes kind and understanding. “How have you been?”.

You exchanged a glance with Ben, who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve been alright”, you replied, your voice steady. “Just really looking forward to today”.

She nodded, understanding the mix of anticipation and nerves that came with this visit. “Well, let’s get started then”, she said, motioning for you to lie down on the examination table. “We’ll need to do an internal ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and check on everything”.

A wave of nervousness washed over you as you began to undress from the hips down. Ben noticed the anxiety in your eyes and leaned in close, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure Dr. Collins has seen plenty of asses, but none as fine as yours”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, his attempt at easing your nerves working slightly. “You’re impossible”, you murmured, giving him a playful shove as you folded your clothes neatly on a nearby chair.

As you settled onto the examination table, your heart raced. The cold air of the room made you shiver slightly, and you felt exposed and vulnerable. Ben stayed close, holding your hand firmly in his, his presence a steady comfort.

Dr. Collins adjusted the equipment, her movements professional and reassuring. “Alright, this might feel a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful”, she explained as she prepared the ultrasound probe. “Just take deep breaths and try to relax”.

Ben leaned down, whispering in your ear. “You’ve handled worse, trust me. Remember that one time in the kitchen?”.

You shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Ben, now is not the time”, you hissed, though his words did manage to distract you a bit from your anxiety.

As Dr. Collins began the procedure, you focused on the feeling of Ben’s hand in yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The initial discomfort eased as you took deep breaths, your body gradually relaxing into the process.

After a few moments, the screen flickered to life. Dr. Collins moved the probe with practiced ease, searching for the tiny life growing inside you. “There it is”, she said softly, turning the screen so you and Ben could see. The tiny, flickering heartbeat was clearly visible, and the sound of it filled the room. "Not hiding this time".

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy washing over you. Ben’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Everything looks perfect”, Dr. Collins confirmed, her voice warm and reassuring. “The heartbeat is strong and healthy”.

Ben let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a smile breaking across his face.

Dr. Collins continued the examination, her eyes focused on the screen and her hands moving expertly. She filled out your file, noting the strong heartbeat and other vital details. Then she turned to you, her expression gentle but professional.

“How have you been feeling?”, she asked, pen poised over your chart.

You took a deep breath, glancing at Ben before answering. “Mostly just really tired”, you admitted. “I’ve been exhausted all the time”.

Dr. Collins nodded, jotting down your symptoms. “Fatigue is common in early pregnancy”, she explained. “But it’s good that you’re mentioning it. We want to monitor everything closely, especially given your history”.

She paused, her gaze shifting between you and Ben, her tone becoming more serious. “I also want to talk to you about V medication”, she said. “Given that he", she nodded ftowards Ben, "is a supe, we need to be vigilant for any symptoms that shouldn’t be present in a normal pregnancy, or if you start experiencing typical symptoms much too early or too intensely”.

Ben’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. “What kind of symptoms should we be looking out for?”, he asked, his voice steady but concerned.

Dr. Collins sighed softly, her expression somber. “Things like extreme pain, rapid weight gain or loss, abnormal bleeding, or any unusual abilities manifesting”, she listed.

Ben and you nodded, absorbing the information and letting Dr. Collins finish her tests. As she worked, you shared what your parents had revealed about the V traces in your blood, explaining the unexpected discovery. Dr. Collins listened intently, her interest piqued.

“That’s very interesting”, she said, taking note. “We should run some additional tests to get a clearer picture of how this might impact your pregnancy”. She quickly gathered a few blood samples, labeling them meticulously.

After completing the tests, Dr. Collins turned to a small printer beside the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to print out some ultrasound pictures for you”, she said, her voice warm. As the images emerged, she handed them to Ben with a smile. “These are for you two to keep. It’s always special to have these early moments captured”.

Ben took the pictures, his eyes softening as he looked at the tiny life growing inside you. He handed one to you, and you both marveled at the image, a tangible proof of the new life you were creating together.

Dr. Collins then handed you a pregnancy journal. “I want you to document everything you’re feeling, every symptom, no matter how minor it may seem”, she instructed. “We’ll need to monitor you closely, so I’m ordering you to come in for a check-up at least once a week. And if anything strange or unusual happens, you need to contact me immediately”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of reassurance and responsibility. “We will”, you promised, your hand tightening around Ben’s.

Dr. Collins smiled warmly. “You’re in good hands. We’ll take every precaution to ensure a healthy pregnancy for both you and the baby”.

As the two of you stood in the elevator, Ben’s hand rested gently on your lower back. His presence was a constant source of reassurance and warmth. He glanced down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Mind if I check on the team?”, he asked.

You smiled, shaking your head. “Of course not. Let’s go”.

When the elevator reached the top floor, you walked together towards the meeting room. As you approached, Butcher walked in your direction, a smirk already forming on his face. Just as he was about to make a comment about Ben finally showing up again, his gaze shifted to you, lingering on your belly for a few seconds before he grinned widely.

“Congratulations, mommy”, he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ben rolled his eyes, raising a hand in disbelief. “We’re trying to keep it a secret for a few more weeks”, he grumbled.

Butcher chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Ah, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”, he said, though his smirk suggested otherwise.

“How are you even doing this, Butcher?”, you grumbled, your own irritation surfacing. It was supposed to be a private moment for a little while longer, and Butcher’s keen observation had cut that short.

“Just have a knack for noticing things”, Butcher replied, his tone almost too casual. He then turned serious for a moment. “But, seriously, congratulations. Hope everything goes smoothly”. Then, with his usual irreverence, he added, “If you need anything, don’t ask me”, before he stepped inside the meeting room, followed by you and Ben.

Frenchie, who was already seated, looked up and raised both hands dramatically. “Mon Amie, why are you doing this to me?”, he exclaimed, directing his theatrical lament at Ben. “Giving Butcher the lead again!”.

Ben smirked, giving Frenchie a knowing look. “Someone’s gotta keep you all in line while I’m busy with other important things”, he said, his hand still resting protectively on your back. You and Ben hadn't been to the tower for a week.

Frenchie sighed theatrically, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Fine, fine. Just don’t blame me when he makes us do something insane”.

The rest of the team chuckled, the atmosphere lightening up a bit. Ben took his seat at the head of the table, motioning for you to sit beside him. As the meeting commenced, the team discussed various missions and updates.

As the discussion moved forward, you found yourself stealing glances at Ben, feeling a deep sense of love and admiration for him. His focus and determination were evident, but there was also a gentleness in the way he kept a protective eye on you, ensuring your comfort and well-being throughout the meeting.

As the meeting drew to a close, Annie looked up from her notes, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. “So, when will you two be returning full-time?”, she asked, her tone gentle but insistent.

Ben leaned back in his chair, glancing at you before responding. “Next week”, he said firmly. “We just needed some time to get things in order”.

Annie nodded, accepting the answer without pressing further. It was clear she had her suspicions, but she respected your privacy. Ben had made it clear that the news of your pregnancy was to be kept a secret for a little while longer.

After the meeting, Ben insisted on getting you home. Despite your protests that you could stay a bit longer, he was adamant. “You need your rest”, he said firmly. Reluctantly, you agreed, knowing he was right.

The ride home wasn’t that long, but it was long enough for you to drift off to sleep. The pregnancy was already taking its toll on your body, leaving you constantly tired. Ben had jokingly but lovingly referred to you as “fucking narcoleptic”, always with a sarcastic smile that betrayed his genuine concern.

Ben glanced over at you as you slept, his expression softening. He marveled at how quickly you could fall asleep these days, and it made him all the more determined to protect you and the life growing inside you. The exhaustion etched on your face tugged at his heartstrings.

When you arrived home, Ben gently lifted you in his arms, careful not to jostle you too much. As he cradled you against his chest, you stirred, blinking awake, completely disoriented.

“Ben?”, you mumbled, your voice groggy and confused. “What’s happening?”.

“We’re home”, he said softly, his tone reassuring. “You fell asleep in the car”.

You blinked a few more times, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. “I can walk”, you insisted weakly, though you made no move to leave his arms.

Ben chuckled, a soft, rumbling sound. “I know you can". He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his grip secure and comforting.

You just nodded, allowing yourself to relax into his embrace. As he carried you inside, you marveled at how easily he could lift you, his strength a constant source of both awe and comfort. He navigated through the house with ease, making his way to the bedroom.

Once there, he gently laid you down on the bed, carefully arranging the pillows and covers around you. “There you go”, he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Comfy?”.

You nodded, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.. I think I’m going to take a nap”, you added, your voice trailing off. But before you could finish your sentence, your eyes fluttered closed, and you were already drifting back into sleep.

Ben watched you for a moment, before he carefully pulled the covers up to your chin, ensuring you were snug and comfortable.

He quietly left the room, deciding to take care of a few things around the house while you rested. But he kept the door ajar, so he could hear if you needed anything.

As he moved through the house, his mind kept drifting back to the sight of you sleeping soundly, the knowledge that you were carrying his child filling him with a profound sense of purpose.

A couple of hours later, he peeked into the bedroom to check on you. You were still sleeping soundly, your breathing steady and peaceful. He decided to join you for a nap, carefully slipping into bed beside you. As he wrapped his arm around you, you instinctively cuddled closer.

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

Part 13

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