Soldier Boy’s POV

Soldier Boy finds himself in Y/N’s bedroom. He can hear the chatter downstairs and can tell there’s a house full of guests. Most of them are older, from the voices he can hear, and he wonders if Y/N has any friends that she’ll miss when she leaves. His eyes cast over her bedroom. There are still band posters pinned to the walls and stuffed animals placed on top of dressers and in the corner of the window seat. It’s all very young, and he can’t help but think she’ll need to grow the fuck up pretty damn quickly. He finds himself mindlessly playing with trinkets and ornaments from around her room, and then curiosity gets the better of him and he pulls open her top drawer, finding piles of lace and cotton. He reaches inside, lifting up a pair of plain cotton panties, and inspects them, before dropping them back in the drawer and reaching for a pair that looks a little more mature; red lace. It’s a thong, and the supe smirks to himself as he imagines her wearing it. He’s allowed himself to indulge in those thoughts today, now that she’s become a woman. 

He holds onto the red lace, hearing footsteps up the stairs as he closes the drawer quietly. He can tell from the heaviness of the footing that it’s a female, and then as she gets closer, he can tell from the way she’s breathing it’s Y/N. He relaxes just a little, waiting for her to come in, and as soon as she does he flashes her a wide grin. 

“Happy birthday, baby girl,” he tells her, opening his arms out wide. 

“Thanks, Ben,” she giggles, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around his middle. “I’m so happy the day finally came.” 

“Me too, sweetheart,” he hums. “I finally get to make you mine,” he smirks, watching her pull back and stare up at him nervously. 

She bites her bottom lip, stepping back just a little, and he takes in the white dress she’s wearing. It’s fitted to her waist, and then puffs out, kinda like the dresses the girls used to wear around the war time. He smiles slightly at the memory of his youth and then she speaks up. 

“How are you going to do that?” she asks, playing with the hem of her dress a little. 

The supe lets his eyes roam her body far more freely than they used to, but he ignores her question, instead bringing their attention to the red lace thong still in his grasp. He holds it out in front of him, stretching the material slightly, and he watches as Y/N squirms slightly in her place. 

“Now what’s a good girl like you doing with slutty little underwear like this?” he asks. He tries to put a tone of disapproval in his voice, but he knows his smirk gives away his true feelings on the clothing item. 

“I’ve never worn it,” she defends. “I urm… I bought it recently… for you,” she admits, looking down at her feet timidly. 

“For me? I don’t think it would suit me, sweetheart,” he jokes, only making her more uncomfortable. “I’m teasing you, doll,” he reassures her. “Though I can’t help but wonder what it’s doing in my hands and not on you if it’s for me to appreciate,” he adds. 

“Well,” Y/N starts, playing with her fingers in front of her nervously. “I wasn’t sure if you’d want me to wear them tonight.” 

“I told you I was coming didn’t I?” he asks, stepping closer. “I’ve made it very clear I want to make you mine on your eighteenth birthday.” 

She nods, chewing her bottom lip excessively. He leans down, bringing his mouth close to hers, but he doesn’t kiss her, not yet. 

“Are you going to kiss me?” she seems to wonder out loud. 

Soldier Boy smirks slightly, loving the hold he’s got over her. “Not until you’re wearing these,” he tells her, pushing the panties into her hand, before standing back up to full height. 

She looks down at them and then nods her head obediently, turning around and heading out of the room. Soldier Boy smirks at how easily he managed to get her to do what he wanted, and moves towards her bed, sitting down on it and continuing his snooping, this time through her nightstand drawer. His fingers come across what feels like a bullet, and he pulls it out, inspecting the small object. There’s a button at the top that he dares to press, which brings the small object to life, buzzing in his grip. Instantly the supe laughs quietly to himself, realising that this sweet innocent girl he’s sunk his claws into might not be so innocent after all. Who’d have thought it? And there he was, thinking he’d get to ruin her. Maybe someone else has already gotten there first. That doesn’t sit well with the supe, and he grits his teeth at the very thought. While the main goal is to fuck with Arnie, he was hoping to reap some other benefits to this little game he’s found himself playing, and taking sweet innocent Y/N’s virginity was definitely one of them. 

Y/N freezes in the doorway when he realises what’s in his hand. 

“You’re breaking my heart, sweetheart,” he sighs, holding the vibrator up. “I thought you were so innocent.” 

“I am,” she swallows. “I just… I’ve just used it once or twice.” 

Soldier Boy purses his lips, not sure he believes her, and places it down on the top of her nightstand. 

“So how many boys have you let touch you?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow. “C’mon baby girl, we can’t start a relationship on lies.” 

“None,” she tells him. “None, I promise.” 

The supe can’t help but to smirk at the confirmation that his prize is unspoiled, and he once again lets his eyes roam over her body, taking in what’s now his. 

“And you’re wearing those panties now?” he checks. 

“Yes, sir,” she nods. 

“Sir,” he chuckles. “Alright, show me,” he commands. 

Y/N seems to hesitate, seemingly growing slightly more uncomfortable. But Soldier Boy just sits there and waits, blinking at her. 

“Now?” she asks, playing with the hem of her dress again. 

“When else would you do it?” he asks. “I’m about to see it all anyway, right?” 

Y/N takes a deep breath and glances over her shoulder to her bedroom door, checking it’s closed before turning back to face him. She clears her throat and grips her dress, starting to slowly lift the skirt and reveal more and more of her legs, and then the red lace appears, covering her untouched pussy, and she slowly turns to show him the way the string disappears between her ass cheeks. The supe smirks, feeling his cock starting to stir ever so slightly in his uniform, and then she drops her dress.

“Are they okay?” she checks nervously. 

“They’re pretty fuckin’ hot,” he nods in agreement. “C’mere, angel, c’mon,” he encourages, tapping the bed beside him. Y/N takes a seat next to him on her bed, and he can feel the heat radiating from her face from where he’s sitting. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, you know that, right?” he asks, reaching up to stroke her cheek with his thumb. 

“You really think so?” she asks quietly. 

“Do you think I’d wait two months for someone I didn’t think would be worth it?” he prompts, cocking an eyebrow. “Hm?” 

“I guess not. I just find it so surreal you want me,” she admits. “You could have anyone.” 

“Like I told you the day I met you, baby girl, maybe I don’t want anyone else.” His thumb stretches out, starting to softly play with her lips. “Fuck, I can’t believe I finally get to kiss you,” he whispers softly, pulling her face just a little closer. 

She licks her lips in preparation, and then parts them, taking a deep breath in, and Soldier Boy smirks, teasing her just a little longer, before finally closing the gap and pressing his lips to hers. He makes the kiss as gentle and sweet as he can muster, wanting her to really feel special, and she takes a shuddered breath when he breaks the kiss for just a moment, readjusting their positions before he kisses her again. This time she’s a little more confident and she kisses back, and so he parts his lips and licks against hers until she’s also opening her mouth and letting him in. 

As time passes, he makes the kiss more and more passionate, until he’s encouraging her to lay back on the bed and he’s leaning over her. His hand lands on her thigh, just under the hem of her dress, and she freezes. 

“Ben, maybe we should wait, my whole family is downstairs,” she whispers, and he can hear how hard and fast her heart is beating. 

“You’ve made me wait two months already,” he reminds her, slightly irritated. She opens her mouth to protest but then thinks better of it and closes it again, nodding her head silently. Soldier Boy sighs heavily and relents, reaching up to push some hair out of her face. “I guess I can wait just a little longer,” he agrees. “We don’t have to go all the way right now,” he agrees. “But I still want to touch you. Will you let me?”

“Okay,” she breathes out nervously. 

Soldier Boy smirks, and once again kisses her, not being shy about pushing his hand the whole way up her skirt, his fingers finding the lace and starting to play with it softly. He kisses along her jaw, bringing his mouth to her ear, unable to bite back the smirk that’s curling over his lips. 

“You’re making these panties awfully wet, doll,” he tsks. She trembles beneath him, as he ghosts his fingers over the wet patch, and then he quickly sits up and retrieves the vibrator from the nightstand before leaning back over her. “Wanna show me what this can do?” he asks, holding it between them. 

“Fuck, we shouldn’t, what if someone hears us? Or comes upstairs looking for me?” she panics. 

“I’ve got super hearing, I’ll hear them coming and I’ll hide,” he insists. “C’mon, let me give you your gift,” he smirks, pressing the button on the top of the toy. She bites her bottom lip and then hesitantly nods. “Good girl.” 

He brings the toy under the hem of her dress and starts to hold it against her, the only thing between the toy and her skin is the lace of her panties, but judging by the way she starts to squirm and moan as quietly as she can, the supe figures the panties are not spoiling her fun. He watches her amused as she slowly starts to unravel beneath him, and decides now is the perfect opportunity to bring up the next part of his plan. 

He watches her mouth fall open as she starts to arch her back, and he bites his bottom lip, humming at the sight. 

“You’re so perfect baby, fuck,” he tells her, rubbing the toy in tiny circles over her bundle of nerves. “I wanna fuck you so badly right now, but I know we can’t.” 

“Oh shit,” she whimpers out. 

“Maybe you could come to my place, stay with me. We can see each other all the time, we can fuck whenever we want, no parents or people to judge us. Just you and me, baby. Would you like that?” he asks. 

When she doesn’t reply, he takes the toy away, watching her body search for it until she’s looking straight at him, her eyes glassy and unfocused. 

“Do you wanna move in with me?” he asks again. 

“Really?” she pants out, licking her lips. 

“You don’t think it would be fun? And you know I treat you right. We’re meant to be together, you know that,” he reminds her. “I just don’t want to have to keep leaving you.” At that he presses the toy back against her and she whimpers loudly, reaching up to clamp a hand over her own mouth. 

“Okay,” she finally breathes out once she’s removed her hand. “Okay, I’ll move in with you,” she agrees. 

“Great, we can leave after your party,” he smirks, triumphantly. 

“Mhm,” is all Y/N manages to get out as she cums hard and fast against the toy.

Y/N is nervously fussing with her appearance in her mirror, straightening her dress and combing her hair with her fingers before reapplying her lipstick. The supe is amused by her stress of trying to remove all traces of the orgasms he’d given her with her little vibrating friend, and he softens his smirk into something friendlier when she catches his eye through the mirror. 

“You look gorgeous baby girl,” he reassures her. “Go back to your party before they wonder where you’ve gone.” 

“What if they can tell what we’ve been doing? Daddy will never let me leave with you if he knows,” she panics.

“Well,” Soldier Boy sighs, rising to his feet, “I thought you were a big girl now. An adult,” he reminds her, stroking her arm and looking at her through the reflection. “Big girls don’t need permission from their parents for anything.” 

She bites her lip and nods her head. “You’ll be there right? When I tell them?” 

“Of course, baby girl, we’ll tell them together,” he agrees. “Except, I was thinking, just to save the drama on your big day… maybe we should tell them a little white lie.” 

“Like what?” she asks, seeming nervous as the prospect of lying. 

“Well, we can tell them that I’m gonna take you into Vought, give you work experience. Maybe they’ll be happier with you going that way.” 

Y/N bites her bottom lip and thinks about it, before nodding her head. 

“If you think that’s better than the truth, then that’s what we’ll tell them. I trust you,” she tells him, reaching up to hold his face like he’s held hers many times before. She kisses him softly and then steps back. “I’ll see you in a little while?” Soldier Boy nods and waves her off, the smirk unable to stop growing over his face as he watches her leave, knowing he’s got her right where he wants her. 

He can tell the party is winding down from the way the noise gets less and less as time goes on, and he jumps out of her bedroom window and rounds to the front of the house to knock on the door. He’s greeted with awe and warm welcomes as Nicola lets him in, and he lets her know he’s here to wish her daughter a happy birthday. He feels he’s picked the right time to show his face because only a few party goers are remaining, and after a few polite conversations, he finds himself the last attendee. He glances over at Y/N to find her nervously fussing with the tablecloth on the buffet table, and she takes a sip of her drink and brushes her hands on her dress.  

“Are you ready?” she asks, nerves evident in her voice. 

“Let me handle this, sweetheart,” he winks, stepping back into the living room where her family are gathered. 

“Hey folks, so I just wanted to say thank you for having me,” he begins.

“Thanks for coming,” Nicola chimes in, seeming very flattered with his presence. 

The supe can’t help but laugh slightly, he’s not sure he’ll ever get bored of the way people get flustered by his presence. 

“Well, there was another reason I came. I got Y/N a gift of sorts,” he explains. “We’ve discussed before that I think she’d be a valuable member of Vought, and I would like to offer her a position there.” 

He’s met with stunned silence at first, as her parents look between each other with open mouths, until eventually, David seems to muster up some words. 

“Sir, while that sounds extremely generous, Y/N is still in school, she hasn’t even graduated yet.” 

“Well, she won’t need to now,” the supe offers with an over exaggerated smile. 

“I mean… she’s only eighteen, that’s a lot of responsibility for a teenager,” her mother tries. “And we don’t live near the Vought building.” 

“She can live with me,” Soldier Boy offers. 

“That seems far too much too soon,” David argues. 

Soldier Boy clenches his jaw, trying to keep his fake composure, and clears his throat. 

“This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I don’t think you understand what you’re turning down,” he tells them as calmly as possible. “Y/N, what do you want to do? You’re an adult now, you can make your own decisions.” 

“Well…” she struggles, looking between her parents. “I’d like to go,” she finally admits. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t think this is the right time,” her mother tries to reason. 

“I want to go, Mom, I want to be with Ben… I mean…. I want to work at Vought,” she tries to correct. She quietly curses herself and the supe frowns slightly, wondering if her parents have picked up on her slip up. “Fuck it,” she mutters. “Listen, we’re in love, okay? We want to be together, and I want to move in with him.” 

Soldier Boy tries with everything in him to keep the smile on his face, but anger is flooding his veins. Why couldn’t the little bitch just stick to the fucking script?! Jesus, now they’re going to think he’s some fucking padeophile. 

“Listen, guys, it’s not quite that simple,” he tries to defend. 

“It is,” she argues, stepping up beside him and taking his hand. “We love each other. We’ve waited until my birthday, but now we don’t want to be apart. I’m an adult, you can’t stop me from going with him.” 

David eyes the supe suspiciously, and then shakes his head. “Sweetheart, whatever you think is between you and Soldier Boy isn’t real. He’s a great guy, we all think so, but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with you.” 

The supe takes a deep, calming breath, telling himself not to blow up here and now and ruin all his hard work. It’s taken him months to get Y/N to where he wants her, the little slut is really pushing his buttons already. But once he gets her home, he can make sure she doesn’t play up like this again. 

“Right, Ben? You’re not… you’re not in love with our teenage daughter?” 

Soldier Boy only clenches his jaw harder, noticing the way Arnie is starting to become restless in his wheelchair. 

“Actually, I am,” he lies, squeezing Y/N’s hand back. “And it’s fuckin’ Soldier Boy to you, okay?” David and Nicola look speechless as he stares them down, daring them to argue with him or tell Y/N she can’t leave. “I’d suggest you wish your daughter luck, because if you try to stop us there’s things I could do that you can’t even imagine.” He waits for a response but doesn’t get one, not even from Y/N, so he looks at her and puts the fake smile back on his face. “Shall we go, baby?” he asks sweetly. 

Y/N seems dumbfounded as he drags her to her front door and out of it. He begins walking them back towards his apartment, pulling her down a dark alleyway so he won’t get spotted out on the street, but the longer they walk in silence, the more time he’s had to stew over what had happened and how she just blurted out their secret after he swore her to secrecy. 

“Why would you threaten my parents?” she asks, quietly. 

He tries his damn best to remain calm, clenching his jaw for a moment. “Because they weren’t going to let you go otherwise,” he says simply. 

“They just need time to get their heads around it,” Y/N argues. 

“Yeah, well maybe they fuckin’ wouldn’t have to if you’d have stuck to the fucking plan!” he shouts, shoving her hand away from his, turning around to overshadow her. 

Y/N seems to shrink several inches, looking up at him with fear in her eyes. 

“I thought telling them the truth would help,” she defends weakly. 

But the supe isn’t done being mad, he reaches up and grips her throat tight, shoving her back against the cold brick wall. He’s only just able to stop himself from using his full strength and hurting her too badly, and Y/N is breathing heavily, trembling beneath his grasp. 

“It didn’t help, and now they think I’m some kind of fucking groomer,” he growls. 

“I’m sorry, Ben,” she whimpers. 

“It’s Soldier Boy!” he shouts, gripping her throat tighter. She whimpers, and he quickly lets go before he does something too stupid. He knows that letting his anger take over is only going to ruin everything, so he takes a deep breath. He still needs this girl to love him. She won’t do that if he carries on like this. “I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry, I’m just stressed and I was scared. I thought you wouldn’t come and I’d lose you,” he explains, holding her face instead. 

Tears silently trickle down her cheeks as she reaches up and grips his wrist. 

“You didn’t lose me, I’m right here,” she whispers, sniffling. “I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”