Your POV

“Fuck, baby girl,” Soldier Boy groans, his fingers twisting through your hair. 

You take him deeper, trying your best not to gag, and you just about manage it, even if your eyes water slightly. When you pull back you gasp for air, looking up at him with a deep smirk on your lips. 

“Can I have more?” you ask, biting your bottom lip, giving him your best puppy dog eyes. 

“More?” he chuckles, a smug grin on his lips. “I guess so, if you lick it off her cunt.” 

You look over at your company – a blonde trashy hooker that you have no idea where your boyfriend got from – and feel a twist in your stomach that you’re hoping you can drown out with another hit. You plaster the grin back on your face and nod your head. 

“Of course,” you purr. 

“That’s my girl,” he hums fondly, reaching up to cup the side of your face for a moment, before reaching for the bag of coke and tipping some out onto the blonde’s pussy. 

You give him a cheeky smirk before lowering your face down to her cunt and starting to lick the powder up, careful not to miss a single bit. The blonde moans, twisting her fingers through your hair and arching her back, grinding her hips back and forth against your mouth and you hold your tongue there until she’s done using it. After only a moment or two she stops, releasing you, and you pull back, pushing a finger into your mouth to rub the powder into your gums. Hopefully that’ll kick in soon. 

“Sit on her face, baby,” your boyfriend demands with a smirk. 

You know only too well what that means. In the weeks that you’ve been playing this new game with Soldier Boy, you’ve been trying to please him, trying to make him realise how much you love him. You’ve not complained about anything, you’ve shown enthusiasm and eagerness, you’ve even initiated things between you, even when you’re sore and fragile. You’ve done everything he’s said and given him no reason to question your love and loyalty towards him. 

You’d hoped giving him everything he could need would stop him needing these other girls. You’d at least hoped that if he insisted on involving other women, that he wouldn’t need to fuck them. But everytime he tells you to sit on their face, it’s so he can fuck them and make you lick their clits as he does. Everytime it makes you feel sick to your stomach with jealousy, like you’re just not good enough for him, and maybe you’re not. Is he already getting bored of you? Is he already falling out of love with you? He’d promised you forever, but you’re barely three months in, and he’s already pulling away. 

You can only try harder. 

Despite every part of you not wanting to, you straddle the blonde’s face, feeling her mouth against your core, and you smirk when you catch your boyfriend’s eye and start rotating your hips, tipping your head back and moaning to make him think you’re having a great time. Not too long ago, when he was out working, you’d looked up some threesome porn videos online and tried to get some tips and pointers for how he might want your game to go. While he’s never seemed to not like anything you’ve done to impress him, he’s never seemed fully satisfied either, and you’re starting to run out of ways to please him. 

The supe’s hand reaches for the back of your neck and pulls you closer, pressing your face close to his, and then he kisses you once, which makes you genuinely smile. The smile turns fake when he next forces your head down to her pussy, but you don’t hesitate to get to work on licking and sucking on the clit, trying not to think about the moment your boyfriend stretches her open with his big cock. It’s inevitable, though, and the blonde screams against your pussy as he does so, giggling slightly as she wiggles her hips a little. 

“Surprised you fit,” she manages to say from between your legs. 

“All whores take my cock like pros,” he comments, sliding in and out. 

That’s one thing you still struggle with. It’s not like you’ve not tried. It’s not like you don’t grit your teeth through the pain and pretend it’s not there, letting him carry on regardless. It’s that physically you struggle, and there’s not much you can do about that. 

You naively hope that today’s the day he decides to fuck you too, but the longer it goes on, the more that hope dwindles and nearly dies inside you, and it’s well and truly gone by the time Soldier Boy is shooting his load down the back of your throat like he always does when it’s over. 

“Are you ready?” Soldier Boy asks when he emerges from the bedroom the next morning. 

“Ready for what?” you ask, hoping to God that he isn’t talking about bringing another girl back already. He usually gives it a few days between them, but you have noticed some have been closer together than they used to be. 

“Are you going to wear that?” he asks, his eyes glancing over your sweatpants and one of his shirts he’s kindly let you borrow. 

“Why?” you ask once again, confused about what’s going on. 

“I’ve gotta head into Vought,” he explains. “I… I thought you might wanna come with me today.” 

“Really?” you choke out, your eyes widening. 

“Yeah, so are you ready or not?” he grunts, clearly frustrated. 

“I’ll get changed,” you tell him, jumping down from the stool and giving him a bright smile, extremely excited to be going somewhere with him that isn’t within his apartment. 

You take barely any time to dress in some jeans and a slightly smarter shirt, and you beam at him as you meet him by the front door. 

“Alright, before we step out I’ve got some rules,” he explains. “People still don’t know about us, and that includes Vought, alright? So if there’s any press, hide your face, if anyone asks any questions, lie. You don’t talk to anyone without my permission, you don’t go anywhere or do anything without my permission, if I tell you to sit in a room on your own for three fucking hours what are you going to do?” 

“Sit in a room on my own for three fucking hours,” you reply immediately. 

“Alright.” Soldier Boy opens the door, but before you can walk through it he stops you to add: “Don’t make me fucking regret this.” 

While you hadn’t been totally convinced that he was exaggerating, you’d hoped he was. But you have been sitting in a room alone somewhere in the Vought building for almost two hours now. You try to see the bright side; He let you leave the apartment, he actually trusted you to come to Vought. You look around the room for the thousandth time and once again resort to staring at the painting directly ahead of you. You’re in some kind of waiting room, it seems, because there’s only a couch and artwork on the walls, with a watercooler in the corner of the room. 

You’re startled when the door opens, and you expect to see your boyfriend, but instead you see another supe; Crimson Countess. You know there’s history between her and Ben, and that only makes her presence even more intimidating. She stares you down as she silently enters the room and closes the door behind her. You want to believe she’s just passing through, or that she needed to come into the room for some reason, but the only reason would be to see you, and that makes you even more nervous. 

You remember Ben’s instructions to not talk to anyone without his permission, so you don’t acknowledge her, hoping you can play ignorant as to why she’s here, and you look back at the artwork with your heart thudding in your chest. 

“So, Y/N… that’s your name right?” she checks. You look back at her with wide eyes and simply nod your head. “Sweet little Y/N, Ben’s new favourite toy,” she chuckles. 

She swans further into the room, reaching for a cup from the watercooler and filling it slowly. The trickle of water is the only noise between you for a long moment, before she takes a long sip and swallows noisily, smiling down at you. 

“How’s it going between you?” she asks. You’re afraid of the fact you can’t answer her, but to your relief, she doesn’t wait for one. “Y’know, I was really surprised to hear he was fucking around with a mortal,” she laughs. “I mean… you and I both know there’s nothing human about that man, I dread to think what that must be like when you’re not indestructible like us supes are. I’m surprised he hasn’t gotten bored.” 

You swallow, looking away, embarrassed that she’d bring up something so personal.

“The amount of shit me and Ben broke back in the day.” She laughs easily, taking a seat on the armchair next to the cooler. “Fuck… those were some good times. There’s nothing quite like being with someone of your own kind. We didn’t have to worry about each other, we just got each other because we were both supes, y’know? But fuck… I’m sorry, I mean, I’m sure your relationship is great, too,” she adds, quickly. And you realise she must think that she’s offended you.

She’s definitely given you a lot to think about already; you’d never truly considered that maybe Ben isn’t happy with you because you’re not a supe like he is. Maybe that’s why you’re not enough for him, you’re just not… superhuman. You’re a normal, boring human, after all. 

You don’t want the Countess to think she’s upset you though so you offer her a soft smile. 

“Well, sweetheart, I just wanted you to know that despite all that history between me and your boyfriend. Despite all the chemistry and all the similarities… I’m okay with it. I love Ben and if he wants to be with a human, that’s up to him. I can respect that, so… no hard feelings, yeah?” 

You silently nod in agreement, offering her a weak smile.

“Oh, and anything that happens in the future, just know it’s not personal. It’s just because I’m a supe.” You don’t know what she could mean by that, and you desperately want to ask her, but before you decide to break your silence and say something, she speaks up again. “Perfect!” She rises to her feet, throwing her empty cup in the trash beside the cooler. “It was really great getting that out in the open, huh? I think we could be really good friends.” 

You force another smile, and don’t let it falter until she’s left the room and you’re alone again, and instantly the smile drops from your lips, and you swallow hard. What if Crimson is right? What if he is getting bored? That’s why he’s bringing all these other girls in. But what can you do? You’re not indestructible like his ex. You’re not going to live forever. You think back to him promising he’d love you for the rest of your life and you’d never thought about it like that until now. You’re going to grow old and die way before him. What if he lives forever? Never ages or grows old? 

You’re only human, you can only do so much, and maybe that’s the biggest problem.