Soldier Boy’s POV

“Nice place, baby,” the redhead purrs as she looks around his apartment. 

The supe does the same, wondering where Y/N is hiding, as he feels his company drag her fingers along his chest and saunter deeper into the place, checking out the view from his floor to ceiling window. He doesn’t respond as he continues to scan the place with his eyes, and with the redhead now standing still, and her heels no longer clicking and causing any noise, he can focus on listening out for Y/N and any tell tale signs she’s around. But the rest of the apartment is silent. He clears his throat and firstly sees to the matter at hand, heading over to the bar to grab two glasses and the bourbon. He fills both glasses generously, glancing over his shoulder to make sure she’s distracted, as he reaches for the small pot of powder and tips just enough into hers, watching it dissolve until it’s untraceable. 

He approaches and hands her the appropriate drink, flashing her a charming smile. 

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart, you continue to admire the view,” he winks. 

“Oh don’t worry, sugar, I’m admiring alright,” she chuckles, licking her teeth. 

Soldier Boy laughs at her comment, even though he doesn’t find it funny and he’s growing increasingly annoyed that she’s calling him all manner of pet names, and turns to head towards the hallway. He takes a long sip of his drink as he edges the bathroom door open to see it’s empty, and instead heads towards the bedroom. He already knows she’s not in there, because he can’t hear her heartbeat or her breathing, but he checks anyway, because part of him doesn’t want to believe that the little bitch could go behind his back like that. He’s told her so many times that she’s not allowed out without him. All it takes is one wrong comment from her family and he’s fuckin’ lost her. He’s put way too much effort into this to lose her now, when it’s just about to get so much better. 

His eyes scan the bedroom, and at the confirmation that she’s definitely not home, Soldier Boy clenches his jaw and tightens his grip on his glass so hard it smashes into a million pieces at his feet. He stares down at the shattered fragments and huffs, watching the tiny cuts all along his palm heal themselves, before putting on his charming smile and turning around to head back out to who is in the apartment with him. He’ll deal with the traitorous little bitch later, but for now he’s got company. 

“Everything okay?” she checks when she notices him approaching once more. 

“Of course, darlin’, why wouldn’t it be? Now remind me of your prices again,” he prompts, shifting the focus. 

She bites her bottom lip and stares at him for a long moment. “As you’re a hero and all that, I guess I could make an exception,” she tells him with a smirk. 

“Nonsense,” the supe scoffs, heading over to a safe a little further into the room. He types in the code, shielding her view as he does so, and reaches inside for a wad of cash. He approaches her slowly, and then throws the money down on the coffee table not far from them. “Five grand. One night, whatever I want, you tell no one,” he commands. 

She doesn’t take her eyes off the money, and he’s fairly sure he’s multiplied her price by five because she licks her lips and then eventually, her wide brown eyes land back on him. 

“So do we have a deal?” he asks, staring her down. 

“Yes, totally,” she nods eagerly in agreement. 

“Repeat it back to me,” he orders, watching her gaze once more return to the money. “Hey,” he barks, reaching up to grip either side of her jaw with his hand. “Repeat it back to me.” 

“One night, whatever you want, I tell no one,” she recites. 

“Good girl,” he hums, smirking. “Because I really don’t want people finding out about this… it would make me very… upset.” 

The redhead swallows and nods her head. “Of course, I understand.” 

“Good,” he smiles, letting her jaw go and heading over to the bar to fetch himself a new drink. 

“So where’s this friend you were talking about?” the redhead presses – a lot of confidence for a girl he just threatened. The supe has to admire her ability to put on an act as well as he can. 

He turns on the spot and looks at her. “She’ll be here soon… maybe. But here’s the deal, sweetheart. If she does come, she’s going to want to play a little game,” he explains carefully. “It’s stupid really, just a role play kinda thing,” he shakes his head. 

“You’re not about to scare me off,” she smirks, stepping a little closer. “Tell me, I wanna play.” 

“Well she likes to pretend she’s catching me having some affair. And then I get her to fuck the girl, and she acts all shy and reluctant. She’s a good little actress,” he explains, smirking. The redhead purses her lips, like she’s not sure she believes the supe, so he laughs easily. “Fuck. You think we’re fucking weirdos, don’t you?” 

“No, of course not,” she rushes to reassure him. “Listen, it’s not my job to judge, it’s my job to give you what you want.” 

“Great, then it’s settled. Shall we get into it?” he asks. “But first, let me get you a refill.” 

“Holy fuck, baby, right there,” she groans, pushing back on her hands and knees, sending him deeper. 

The supe isn’t quite used to this level of eagerness, even from the hookers he’s used to paying, usually even they need a little adjustment period, and while the redhead seems to be struggling a little, she’s still abnormally eager to push her limits. He’d seen her face the moment he first got it out. He’d seen the way her eyes widened and she swallowed, and then she’d laughed softly and said something along the lines of ‘guess all of you is enhanced, huh?’ before instantly dropping to her knees to please him. 

He sometimes wishes Y/N would be this eager, but part of him prefers the way she second guesses and hesitates and whimpers and winces. Just the very thought of all those things has kept him going. 

“Oh shit, fuck… that’s it baby, fuck me harder, I can take it,” she moans. 

“Call me Soldier Boy,” he grunts, frustrated with her incessant need to call him baby or sugar or sweetheart like he’s some kind of fucking pet. “And shut the fuck up.” 

His hand presses on the back of her head, pushing her face into the mattress, and the redhead moans, but it’s now far more muffled. Over the noise of the whore, Soldier Boy hears something else and hushes her without words, listening out to hear there’s someone else that’s entered the apartment. He can tell from the heartbeat that it’s Y/N. It’s a little faster than normal, but it’s still hers. He smirks, fucking into the redhead a little harder, secretly elated that Y/N is back and now the game can really begin. Now, they’re going to really have some fun together. 

He hears her getting closer and then the bedroom door opens and she stands there, eyes wide, but her face doesn’t give away any of her emotions at first, so he can only assume she’s in shock. 

“There you fuckin’ are,” he grunts, “c’mere, we’ve been waiting for you.” Y/N doesn’t make any moves to join them, and he’d rather not have to stop what he’s doing and drag her over here. “Hey, Y/N,” he calls.

She seems to snap out of her daze, looking him in the eyes, her own glazed over with tears. 

“Are you coming or what?” he prompts. “C’mon, I want us to have some fun together.” 

Y/N swallows, looking at the redhead who is now lifting her head to look over at their company, and then Y/N looks back at him. 

“What’s going on?” she asks quietly. 

“What does it fucking look like?” he laughs. “C’mere, I want you to join us. C’mon just do it for me, it’ll make me happy, baby girl. Please?” 

She swallows noticeably and then starts to get closer.

“Watch the glass,” he warns, making her stop and look down at the place she was about to step. She steps over it, and then ends up at his side. 

“What’s happening, Ben?” she whispers, frowning at him. “Who is this?” 

“My new friend. We’re gonna have some fun together, okay? Can you do this for me?” 

Y/N looks like he’s asked her to kill her entire family in cold blood. She stares wide eyed at the redhead, and the supe sighs. 

“Hey, go freshen up and give us a moment,” he orders. 

The redhead smiles coyly at Y/N before sliding off the bed and leaving the room, and as soon as she’s gone, Y/N looks back at him, tears filling her eyes again. 

“Ben? Why… why is that woman here? Why were you…” she swallows, not finishing her sentence. 

“You know, sweetheart, I could ask where the fuck you’ve been,” he threatens quietly. She stares at him even more horrified and swallows once more. “But I’m not going to. Just do this for me, okay? Listen, I know we should’ve talked about this first, but I wanted to surprise you with something nice. I’ve always wanted to see you with another woman, and I figured you’ve not done that stuff with a girl before, and I wanna be there to witness your first time. Y’know, it’ll be special.”

“I don’t think I like girls like that,” Y/N argues weakly. 

Soldier Boy sighs, clenching his jaw. “You know what? Fine. I tried to do something fun for us, but… it’s fine.” 

Y/N licks her lips and looks back towards the door. “I guess I can try, if you think you’ll like it,” she finally relents. 

Soldier Boy bites back the smirk, and instead offers her an appreciative smile, reaching up to hold her face in his hands. 

“That’s my girl. Fuck, I love you so much,” he hums. 

“Me too, Ben.” 

“C’mon, what’re you girls waiting for, put on a fuckin’ show!” Soldier Boy demands, sitting back further in his chair, nursing another bourbon. 

Y/N glances at him for a moment, and then bites her lip, looking back at the redhead and smiling nervously. 

“What do you want us to do, Sir?” the redhead purrs, already reaching out to trace her fingers down Y/N’s arms. 

“Well making out would be a good start,” he replies, his eyes not leaving the pair. 

“Is that good with you, sweetie?” 

“Ye-yeah, whatever he wants,” Y/N replies timidly, and the supe smirks at her words. 

The redhead is the one to make the first move, tilting her head and bringing her face closer to Y/N’s. He can hear the shuddered breath in that Y/N takes, and smirks slightly at the way she minutely flinches back when the redhead starts kissing her. She catches herself though, leaning closer into the kiss and mirroring whatever the whore is doing. 

It’s all very slow and gentle and almost sweet, and Soldier Boy huffs, getting impatient, wanting to see something that’ll actually get his cock hard.

“Hey baby girl, why don’t you get naked like our friend, hm?” he prompts, watching her pull back and swallow noticeably. 

“I can help ya, sugar,” the redhead purrs, already reaching for the hem of Y/N’s tshirt and pulling it over her head. 

The supe starts to get a little more comfortable as Y/N gets more naked, and when she’s only left in her panties, the redhead stops, smirking as she starts to trail kisses down Y/N’s body towards her groin. The hooker encourages Y/N to sit back from being on her knees, and then reaches up and starts to tug on Y/N’s panties. Soldier Boy finds himself rising to his feet to get a better look, walking over to the edge of the bed and seeing just how hard Y/N is breathing, not that he couldn’t hear it from his chair. 

His cock is finally hardening now that the whore is licking Y/N’s clit and Y/N is starting to make those little whimpers she likes to make. It always sounds like she’s afraid of feeling good, like it’s scaring her that she’s enjoying it. The redhead gets a little more enthused at the noises that leave Y/N’s mouth, and spreads her legs wider so she can dip her tongue against Y/N’s entrance. 

The supe is mindlessly jerking his cock to the view, when the redhead pulls back and reaches up to rub her fingers along Y/N’s cunt. 

“She’s so tight, how do you fit?” she questions, pushing one finger inside Y/N and making her mewl. 

“I barely do.” The supe smirks at the very thought, his cock twitching in his palm. “She doesn’t take it as well as you can.” 

At that, Soldier Boy slides himself behind the hooker on the bed, finding her ass already up in the air, cunt on full display for him. He rubs the tip of his cock through her slick as she moans against Y/N’s pussy. 

“I wanna try eating you out,” Y/N blurts out, looking at the redhead. Her eyes then lift to the supe. “Please?” 

Soldier Boy can’t help the smirk that deepens on his face, happy to see she’s finally deciding to show some initiative and take part. He pulls back, no longer pursuing the redhead’s cunt, and gestures for them to continue. 

“Of course, sugar,” the hooker purrs with a smirk, sitting back on the bed and spreading her legs. 

Y/N swallows hard, glancing nervously at him and then rubbing her arm. 

“How… urm, how do I do it?” she asks timidly. 

Soldier Boy laughs, combing his fingers through the back of her hair and dragging her face a little closer to his. 

“Are you telling me I’ve not eaten that sweet little cunt enough for you to have picked up a few tricks?” She whimpers and licks her lips. “Why don’t you give it a go and I’ll guide you,” he adds a little softer, pushing her face away from his and starting to guide it towards the slut’s open legs instead. 

Y/N braces herself on her hands and knees, dropping her front half closer to the mattress but keeping her ass in the air, much like their guest had just done, and Soldier Boy watches intently as she looks up at the redhead’s face and then starts to stick her tongue out, hesitantly at first, before licking a soft strip over her clit. The hooker hums in delight, chuckling softly as she reaches down and pushes some more of Y/N’s hair out of her face. Y/N tries again, another simple lick with the tip of her tongue through the hooker’s cunt, but she makes no moves to flatten her tongue, or push her face in closer, or suck or nibble or do anything vaguely entertaining.

“You can do better than that, baby girl,” the supe mocks, pushing her face closer. “Eat it like you’re fucking starving,” he growls. 

Y/N picks up the enthusiasm just a little, and the hooker starts moaning, though it sounds fake and unnecessary, and if he wanted fake and unnecessary, he’d have put on a fuckin’ porno. 

“Don’t make me do it,” the supe threatens. “Try fuckin’ harder than that.” 

Instantly, Y/N starts to put more effort in, swirling her tongue in a few different directions, not just up and down, and even sucks the clit into her mouth at one point. Now the hooker’s moans sound more genuine, and now Soldier Boy’s cock is finally hard. 

“That’s better,” he hums. “Why don’t you turn around and sit on her face so you can please each other?

Y/N pulls back, her lips glistening with whore’s slick, and she nods slightly, silently obeying him as she turns around to face him, carefully straddling the redhead’s face. 

“Good girl,” Soldier Boy praises, making her smile softly. “You’re doing a great job.” 

She only smiles wider, and then lowers her mouth back to the whore’s cunt without any prompting, once more returning to pleasuring her with her tongue. Soldier Boy watches for a moment or two longer, before deciding he wants in on the fun again. He spreads hooker’s legs wider, dragging both girls a little closer to him with one easy tug, and then kneels on the bed. This prompts Y/N to look up from what she’s doing, her eyes widening and softening, and he can tell she knows what’s coming next, and he can also tell she doesn’t like it. 

He doesn’t care.

The supe guides the tip of his cock towards the redhead’s pussy, and Y/N stumbles on words before finally saying: “but I’m going down on her.” 

“So?” he questions. “You can still lick her clit, can’t you?” he asks, “I’m sure she won’t complain about that while I’m fucking her.” 

“But…” Y/N tries again, swallowing hard. 

“Get back to work,” he commands. 

Y/N swallows and then nods her head, lowering her mouth back to the redhead’s pussy, seeming a lot less enthused than she had been. Soldier Boy pays it no mind, sliding forward to fill the whore like he’d done earlier, and the hooker moans loudly against Y/N’s cunt. He pushes on the back of Y/N’s head, keeping her down when it looks like she’s going to try to retreat again, and he keeps here there with ease as he starts fucking the whore hard and fast, at least, as hard and fast as he thinks she’ll be able to handle.

His grip on Y/N’s hair only tightens as he feels himself getting closer to his release. He’d been fucking the whore for over an hour before Y/N got home, and seeing her submit to him so easily tonight has really scratched an itch he didn’t realise he had. 

Y/N whimpers against the hooker, trying to resist his hold, but failing, and Soldier Boy chuckles softly at her feeble attempts. He pulls out with just enough time to force his cock inside Y/N’s mouth instead, cumming hot and salty on her tongue, moaning as he watches her try to swallow it all. 

He finally lets her go and steps back, climbing off of the bed. The redhead is clearly now giving all her attention and effort to Y/N, who’s starting to moan and squirm above her, squeezing her eyes closed, and Soldier Boy’s pretty sure he knows what’s about to happen. 

“Alright, we’re done with you,” he barks out before she can finish, tapping the whore’s leg so she knows he’s talking to her. 

“Your money’s on the table, thanks for coming.” 

Y/N slowly climbs off of the hooker, instantly reaching for her clothes and starting to redress. 

“Are you sure?” the redhead asks, sitting up and wiping Y/N’s slick off her lips. 

“Yeah, it’s over,” Soldier Boy insists. “You remember our deal, right?” 

“Of course, Soldier Boy,” she nods, biting her bottom lip. She slides off the edge of the bed and stands in front of him. “Thanks for having me, you should call me if you want to do this again. I quite enjoyed the game.” 

Soldier Boy doesn’t reply and he doesn’t smirk or smile back at her, he just waits for her to realise she’s currently outstaying her welcome. She bites her bottom lip once more and then bends down to retrieve her clothes, taking them with her to leave the bedroom. 

The supe lets the silence grow between him and Y/N as he listens out for the signs that the hooker has left, and once he hears the door close behind her, his looks back at Y/N to see her hugging her legs to her chest on the bed, wiping away tears before they can fall too far down her cheeks. He rolls his eyes at her overreaction, and heads towards his closet for a pair of sweatpants to pull on. 

When he returns, Y/N is still moping on the bed, and he sighs heavily. 

“Cheer up, that was meant to be fun not fuckin’ torture,” he grunts. “You’re meant to say thank you when you get a gift, not cry like a spoiled brat.” 

She sniffles and puts on a brave face. “Thanks, Ben, I had a good time. What was her name?” 

He scoffs, not even pretending to believe a lie that is so blatant, and sucks his teeth for a moment. 

“What was her name?” she asks. 

“I don’t fucking know,” he laughs. He notices that makes her even more uneasy, and he sighs. “Okay, so what didn’t you like about it?” She doesn’t reply. “I need to know what to do differently next time, so you’ll enjoy yourself more,” he lies. 

“Next time?” she whispers out. She clears her throat and drops her knees so she’s crossing her legs instead, and begins to play with her fingers in her lap. “Why did you fuck her instead of me?” she asks nervously. 

God, Soldier Boy can’t stand the fucking jealousy. He huffs a breath and searches for an answer she’ll much prefer to the truth. “Well, I thought I was doing you a favour. I know I can hurt you sometimes. Thought I was helping you out.” 

“You don’t hurt me,” she insists immediately, shaking her head. “It’s fine, I can handle it.”

“Doesn’t seem like you can,” he counters, accusingly. 

“I love you, so I can take it, I promise.” 

“You mean like you promised me you wouldn’t leave this apartment without me?” he retorts, cocking an eyebrow. 

Instantly the fear is back in her eyes and tears start to trickle down her cheeks once again. 

“I’m so sorry, Ben–”

“Soldier Boy,” he corrects.

“S-Soldier Boy,” she stammers. “I just… I just wanted to–”

“I don’t need your fucking excuses, Y/N,” he grunts, frustrated, making her jump. “I just need to know you won’t fucking do it again.” 

“I won’t, I promise. I really am so sorry.” 

“You will be next time you disobey me like that.” He lets the silence go, noticing Y/N trembling, and huffs. “You say you love me, but then you do things like this, and it makes it hard for me to believe you. Maybe you just need to prove it to me more often.”

“Of course, Sir,” she agrees eagerly. “I’ll never make you question it again.”