CAUSE AIN'T NOBODY LIKE ME

"please," you whisper, not sure if you're begging him to stop, to let dean out, or to prove his point.

he smiles, sharp and divine. "that's right. beg. show me your devotion."

his free hand undoes his belt, slow. the buckle clinks like a church bell tolling. you watch, transfixed, as he frees himself—hard, thick, the same as dean's but wielded with an arrogance that makes your thighs clench. he strokes once, twice, eyes never leaving yours.

"open," he says. an order from on high.

your lips part almost without thought. he slides in, heavy on your tongue, salt and heat filling your mouth. you hollow your cheeks, suck gently at first, trying to reclaim some control, make this about dean. but michael grips your hair, yanks you forward until he hits the back of your throat. you gag, eyes watering, but he holds you there.

"deeper," he growls. "worship me like you mean it."

tears streak your cheeks as you relax your jaw, take him further. the burn in your throat mixes with the throb between your legs—wrong, so wrong, but god, the power radiating from him makes you dizzy. he thrusts shallow, then deeper, fucking your mouth with a rhythm that's almost holy, measured and relentless.

"that's it, my faithful one." his voice cracks a fraction, dean's timbre bleeding through. "you were made for this. for me. not him."

you moan around him, vibration drawing a hiss from his lips. your hands clutch his thighs, nails digging into denim, feeling the muscle tense under your fingers. he smells like dean—leather, gunpowder, faint soap—but overlaid with something ozone-sharp, the same way earth smells when lightning is about to strike.

he pulls back suddenly, lets you gasp for air. strings of saliva connect you still. "tell me," he demands, stroking himself slick with your spit. "who do you belong to?"

"dean," you rasp, defiant even as your voice breaks.

anger flashes in those eyes—not dean's anger, something vast and terrifying. he hauls you up by the arms, spins you against the table. papers scatter, a bible thumps to the floor. ironic.

"wrong answer." he bends you over, yanks your jeans down in one rough pull, exposing you to the cool air. his hand slides between your thighs, finds you wet, traitorous. "see? your body knows the truth."

fingers plunge in without warning—two, then three, stretching you fast and hard. you cry out, palms slapping the wood. pleasure spikes sharp, wanted but wrong. he curls them, hits that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

"say it," he leans over you, breath hot on your neck. "say you're mine."

you shake your head, but your hips push back into his hand. betrayal in every movement.

he laughs, low and triumphant. withdraws his fingers, leaves you empty, aching. then he's behind you, pressing in slow—inch by inch, filling you until you can't breathe. the table creaks under your weight as he starts thrusting, deep strokes that claim every inch.

your mind fractures further. the bunker spins around you—cold concrete walls fading into a haze, the flickering light above blurring like distant stars. all you see is dean. dean's broad shoulders flexing under your grasping hands, dean's freckled skin flushed with heat, dean's green eyes staring back at you in the reflection of a nearby metal surface, even if they're laced with that unnatural glow.

god, you miss him. the real him. the one who smirks over cheap diner coffee, who patches your wounds with gentle fingers, who whispers your name like a prayer in the dead of night. this thing wearing his face twists it all, but the ache in your chest overrides the warning in your gut. you need him—any version of him—to fill the void that's been growing since michael took over.

"mine," he growls again, hand sliding up your spine to fist in your hair, yanking your head back so your back arches. the angle shifts, and he hits deeper, making you gasp. pleasure coils tight, unwanted but undeniable, sparking through your veins like holy fire.

you push back harder, meeting each thrust with a desperation that's all your own. "f-fuck, dean," you moan, the name slipping out broken, a plea and a curse. michael stills for a fraction of a second, then laughs darkly.

"call me that if it helps," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. "but know it's me you worship now."

his words should repel you, but in this daze, they only fuel the fire. you twist in his grip, shoving at his chest until he pulls out with a wet sound that echoes obscenely. he lets you, amused, as you turn and push him back against the table. dean's body—michael's vessel—hits the edge, and you climb onto him without hesitation, straddling his hips.

your hands roam over his chest, tracing scars you know by heart, the anti-possession tattoo that feels useless now.

he's hard against you, slick from your arousal, and you sink down onto him in one swift motion. the stretch burns, full and perfect, and you both groan.

"fuck," he hisses, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks. "ride me, then. show me how much you need this."

you do. god, you do. your hips roll, slow at first, savoring the drag of him inside you. dean's face—michael's now—tilts back, throat exposed, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. you lean down, mouth on his neck, biting down like you can mark him as yours, reclaim what's been stolen.

faster now. you bounce on him, the table groaning under the force. each downstroke sends sparks up your spine, pleasure building relentless. you miss dean so much it hurts—physically, a knot in your chest that tightens with every movement. this is wrong, twisted, but in the fog of lust and longing, it feels like the only way to hold onto him.

michael's hands slide up, under your shirt, palms rough on your skin. he pinches a nipple, rolls it between fingers, and you arch into the touch. "that's it," he praises, voice laced with divine arrogance. "give yourself to me. body and soul."

you shake your head again, even as your pace quickens. "dean," you whisper, over and over, like a mantra. tears blur your vision, but you don't stop. your nails rake down his chest, leaving red lines that heal almost instantly—archangel perks. he thrusts up to meet you, matching your frenzy, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

the coil tightens, unbearable. you're dazed, lost in the rhythm, in the feel of dean's body under yours, the scent of him enveloping you. you lean forward, forehead against his, staring into those eyes. for a moment, you swear you see a flicker—the real dean, trapped, fighting. it breaks you.

"come for me," michael commands, hand slipping between you to circle your clit with precise, punishing strokes. "seal your devotion."

you shatter. the orgasm crashes over you like a wave, pulling you under. your walls clench around him, milking him, and you cry out—dean's name, michael's power, a mix of both. stars burst behind your eyelids again, brighter this time, and your body shakes with the force of it.

michael follows, hips stuttering as he spills inside you, hot and deep. his groan is almost pained, fingers digging into your hips as he holds you down, filling you completely. the sensation prolongs your climax, waves of aftershocks rippling through you until you're limp, collapsing against his chest.

panting fills the air. his arms wrap around you, almost tender, but you know better. "see?" he murmurs, lips brushing your hair. "you're mine now."

you close your eyes, tears slipping free. the daze lingers, dean's face etched in your mind, but the weight of michael's claim settles heavy on your soul. you miss him—god, you miss him—but in this moment, tangled and spent, the line between love and devotion blurs forever.

you’ve been lying on your side for the last twenty minutes, facing dean, breathing slow and even, eyes closed but mind wide awake. the hunt today was brutal—werewolf pack, too many close calls, too much adrenaline still buzzing under your skin. you thought dean felt it too. he’d been quiet on the drive back, knuckles white on the wheel, jaw tight.

now the room is dark except for that flickering neon. the ac rattles like it’s dying. and then you hear it.

a soft rustle of sheets.

at first you think he’s just turning over. but then comes the tiniest hitch of breath—barely audible, but you know dean’s sounds. you know the way he exhales when he’s trying not to wake you after a nightmare. this is different. this is careful. controlled. desperate.

your heart kicks hard against your ribs.

you don’t move. don’t dare open your eyes all the way. just crack them the smallest sliver, enough to see through your lashes in the dim glow.

dean’s on his back, sheet kicked down to his hips. one arm is thrown over his eyes like he’s shielding himself from the shame of what he’s doing. the other hand is under the sheet, moving in slow, deliberate strokes.

his chest rises and falls too fast.

a low, broken whimper slips out—soft, almost swallowed. he bites down hard on the knuckles of his free hand, teeth sinking in deep enough to leave marks. the sound he makes around his own fist is obscene: muffled, wet, needy.

“fuck…”

the word is barely a breath. he drags his hand down his length again, slower this time, thumb circling the head. you can see the outline of him through the thin cotton—thick, flushed dark even in the low light, the sheet tented obscenely.

he’s leaking. you can tell by the way the fabric clings, dark patch spreading.

another whimper. higher this time. almost a whine.

“shit—baby…”

your name. he whispers your name like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

your thighs press together instinctively. heat floods you so fast it makes you dizzy. you have to bite the inside of your cheek to stay quiet.

dean’s hips lift off the mattress, shallow little thrusts into his fist. the bed creaks—just a tiny complaint of springs. he freezes, breath held, listening.

you don’t move. don’t breathe.

after a long second he relaxes, lets his head fall back against the pillow. his hand starts moving again—faster now, slick sounds filling the silence. he’s not gentle with himself. rough, almost punishing.

“god—wanted you so bad tonight,” he mutters, voice wrecked and so quiet you have to strain to hear. “wanted to bend you over the fucking impala hood. right there in the woods. didn’t care who heard.”

a choked moan. he bites his hand harder, muffling it.

“fuck—your mouth. wanted your mouth on me. wanted to see those pretty lips stretched around my cock while i fucked your throat.”

his hips snap up harder. the sheet slips lower. you can see everything now—his fist wrapped tight around the base, sliding up, twisting at the head, precome glistening on his knuckles.

he’s shaking.

“should’ve just done it,” he pants. “should’ve pushed you against the wall in that shitty bar bathroom. fucked you raw. made you scream my name so loud the whole place knew who you belonged to.”

another whimper—longer, more broken. his free hand claws at the sheet beside him, knuckles white.

“baby—please—”

he’s begging himself. begging the fantasy of you.

“wanna taste you. wanna bury my face between your thighs and only stop till you’re pulling my hair so hard it hurts. wanna feel you come on my tongue. wanna drink every fucking drop.”

his strokes turn frantic. wet, filthy sounds. his abs clench, thighs trembling. sweat beads on his forehead, catching the neon light.

“fuck—gonna come thinking about you. always thinking about you.”

he turns his head toward your bed. eyes squeezed shut, lashes wet. like he’s afraid to look. like he’s terrified you’ll be awake.

“y/n—” your name again, wrecked, reverent. “y/n, fuck—i’m—”

his whole body locks up. back arching off the mattress. a strangled, bitten-off moan tears from his throat as he comes—hard, messy spurts that stripe his stomach, his chest, even catching the underside of his chin. he milks himself through it, hand slowing but not stopping, drawing out every shudder until he’s trembling, spent, panting like he’s run ten miles.

for a long minute the only sound is his ragged breathing.

then he exhales, shaky. mutters a quiet, “shit,” to himself. he drags his clean hand over his face, covering his eyes again like he can hide from what he just did.

you stay perfectly still, pulse hammering in your throat, thighs slick, aching. you want to climb into his bed. want to straddle him, lick the mess off his skin, whisper that you heard everything. that you’ve been ready for him since the first time he looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him human.

but you don’t move.

not yet.

dean reaches blindly for the box of tissues on the nightstand. cleans himself up with quick, efficient swipes. balls the tissue up, tosses it toward the trash can—misses. doesn’t care.

he pulls the sheet back up to his waist. rolls onto his side, facing away from you. his breathing evens out slowly. eventually, it deepens into the rhythm of someone pretending to sleep.

you wait another ten minutes. maybe fifteen. until you’re sure he’s drifted off for real.

only then do you let your hand slip between your own thighs, fingers finding the soaked cotton of your panties.

you don’t make a sound.

you bite your lip until you taste copper.

and you come thinking about the way he whimpered your name in the dark—like it was the only thing holding him together.

the neon keeps flickering.

red.

blue.

red.

you smile into your pillow, small and secret.

tomorrow morning he’ll wake up, act like nothing happened, offer you coffee and a sarcastic comment about the shitty beds.

and you’ll let him.

for now.

but soon.

soon you’re going to make him say your name like that again.

only this time, you’ll be the one making him whimper.

“Master, maybe we should head back,” you said, holding onto his hand for dear life. People, or rather lower-rank supes, were staring your way. The few humans allowed outside didn’t dare to look at you or Soldier Boy.

Your master was the uncrowned king of the world you were living in. He was untouchable, and no one would dare cross him.

“Oh, look what the cat dragged out,” Homelander taunted as he was floating above you and your master. “If I use my powers now, she’ll be only dust in the wind.”

“If you touch as much as one hair on her head, I will feed your leftovers to the dogs,” Soldier Boy bit back. He raised his shield to protect you if he must.

“Darling, you must like something about me, right?” Homelander landed in front of you, his eyes glued to the new collar around your neck. “Answer me, slave!”

“Yes,” you replied without looking at him. He purred your name, hoping to hear praise leave your lips. You lifted your chin, staring right into his eyes when you said, “Your daddy.”

Homelander winced. It was an open secret that his only weak spot was his father. Soldier Boy. The hero they found in a laboratory. He was kept alive for centuries while Vought used his sperm to produce a new league of supes. One of them was Homelander, the monster tormenting you.

Soldier Boy cackled. He couldn’t stop laughing because his son looked like he was about to cry. “You heard my girl. She only likes me.” He didn’t say it, but Soldier Boy was damn proud of you at that moment. “Now, stop bugging her. There are more than enough women and men you can fuck. Look for a different hole. Her's are mine.”

Your master guided you away from Homelander. “I like it when you are feisty, Y/N. I’ll make you cum so hard later. A good girl deserves many orgasms.”

“How about blue?” The clerk shyly asked Soldier Boy if you liked blue. She was holding up a dress, hoping to appease your master. She was wearing a collar too, along with fresh bruises and cuts.

“What do you think, Y/N?” He dipped his head to glance at you. You were still cowering next to him, not daring to look around the fancy boutique. “Kitten, I want you to choose what you like. We must buy a better collar for you later.”

“I like this one.” You glanced at a baby blue summer dress—something you never wore before. Soldier Boy mostly keeps you in sexy lingerie or silky nightgowns.

“It’s…” He dipped his head, frowning deeply. “Cute. We will get this one and a few more. I want you to choose at least five more.”

“Five more.” You murmured. Overwhelmed by all the new impressions, you whimpered in distress. “I—I don’t know if I can.”

“Y/N, you can and will choose more dresses. I cannot walk around with you wearing nothing but a lace teddy,” he purred in your ear. “I don’t mind, though. But fending off hungry wolves wanting to feast on my girl gets tiring.”

“I’ll get five more,” you said, pointing at a rack with dresses. “I like the red one and the yellow one…”

“Slave,” he snapped his fingers. “You’ll get my kitten everything she wants and bring the lingerie I ordered this morning.”

“YES, Sir,” she meekly replied, rushing off to help you.

After your shopping spree, Soldier Boy led you inside a restaurant. He demanded the best table. Unlike all the other pets, you were allowed to sit on a chair.

The supes inside the restaurant stared hungrily at you in your see-through lace teddy. You shifted in your seat, instinctively leaning closer to Soldier Boy.

“I see you are all interested in my kitten,” your master said, slowly rising from his seat. He held out his hand, waiting for you to get up. You didn’t know what he was up to until he twirled you around to bend you over the table.

The crowd gasped, watching your master rip the lace open to reveal your dripping cunt and the butt plug inside your tightest hole. “If you all are so interested in seeing her, get fucked; you can watch me.”

“Sir—” the waiter stumbled back. He covered his eyes when your master unzipped his suit to get his cock out. “Never mind. I’ll take your order later.”

“Master,” you needily wiggled your ass. Your body was eager to be filled by your master again.

“Patience, kitten.” He warned, slapping your pussy. “All of your orgasms are mine. No one else can give you one. Not even you.”

Your legs trembled when his fingertips ran over your thighs. He leaned over your body, whispering dirty nothings in your ear.

The murmur of voices in the restaurant faded into a distant hum; all that mattered was your master’s presence, his possessive grip.

Soldier Boy traced lazy circles on your bare skin with his thumb, making you whimper. You could feel the power he held over you, each stroke of his fingers a reminder that you were his—marked, claimed, and displayed.

“You will make all the cute noises you can make for me now,” he commanded. “Let them watch, but remember who owns you.”

Soldier Boy shifted behind you, his cock probing at your entrance. One of his hands held your hip in a tight grip, while the other toyed with the plug in your ass. “I’ll have this hole later, when we are at home. I don’t want them to get jealous.”

He filled you with one hard thrust, making you keen. You heard the people gasp and felt their eyes on you, but you didn’t care. Soldier Boy proudly showed you off, making sure everyone knew that you belonged to him only.

“See this?” He gave you a hard thrust, followed by a dirty grind. “This is my whore. No one touches her.” You bite your lower lip, not wanting him to know his words made your heart swell. You focused on the feel of his cock sliding in and out of your slicked hole.

He cursed your name and cursed everyone who tried to get their hands on you. “Take it, kitten. You are so good for me. I’ll make you sing, baby.”

“Ah—ah.” A high-pitched scream tore from your throat as he moved the butt plug in and out of your tightest hole. He removed it to throw it at one of the guests who moved closer. “Master.”

“Sniff at this. Can you smell her pretty ass?” He rutted into you, hips slamming into your ass. Soldier Boy kept up the pace. He never slowed down, not even when you gushed all over his cock.

He gripped your hips with both hands, dragging you onto his length while he watched the guest from earlier suckle at the butt plug. “She’s only mine. All her holes. Always remember your place.”

Soldier Boy stilled his hips. He slipped out of you, stroking his cock to paint your trembling body with his spunk. “Perfect slut. Always so good for me.”

“You did well today,” Soldier Boy praised while running a soft sponge over your skin. He ran a hot bath for you when you came back. Now you are resting against his warm chest while he showers you with praises.

“Thank you, master.”

“Some of the perverts at the restaurant filmed us. You are the newest star on the news. Everyone knows now that you are only mine.”

“Only yours.” You murmured.

“Oh, and from now on,” he nipped at your earlobe, tugging at it. “You will call me Ben when we are alone. In public, we need to keep up the image of master and slave. In private, we can ignore the rules and be just Y/N and Ben.”

ben ever said much to you. but every time, you felt his eyes on you when you walked by and every time he spoke your name, it sound like a dirty secret.

you were in the penthouse again tonight. homelander had insisted on gathering everyone together— called it a “family thing.” and ben being his usual self showed up late, of course.

twenty minutes later, the signature weed and leather wafted through the front door. dark jeans and a snug black henley that clung to broad shoulders and barely tamed something wild underneath. you'd never seen him in anything but the damn supe suit, and he still managed to steal the whole room.

and what started off as a 'calm' evening, quickly turned 360°, hell it always did.

you sat on the edge of the couch next to homelander while the two bickered, pretending not to notice the way ben looked at you every time your boyfriend raised his voice. you didn’t even flinch when homelander got heated— waving his arms, jaw tight, spewing something about “respect” and “legacy” like a petulant little boy desperate for his father’s approval.

ben didn’t give him that, he never did. he just leaned back with a bored look and said, “guess even test tubes can throw tantrums.”

you snorted a laugh before you could stop yourself, and homelander didn’t like that.

but before he could say anything, his comm buzzed. something about a 'fucking emergency'. some nonsense about a PR disaster.

“stay here,” he told you, brushing your cheek too hard with his thumb. “i’ll be back in twenty.”

he didn’t even look at ben as he flew out the window. in the blink of an eye, you were alone with the worlds actual greatest superhero.

ben whistled low, rolling a joint tightly between his fingers. “that fuckin' guy’s got the personality of a wet sponge.”

you bit your lip, fingers fidgeting in your lap. “he’s uh— he's complicated.”

ben looked over, studying your face. “nah,” he said with a smirk. “the cry baby, always been a fuckin’ disappointment.”

he continued when you didn't know what to say, was this some sort of test? your image to the public was important for homelander's career to be talking down about him to his own father.

“and what about you, pretty girl?” he murmured, licking the rolling paper closed, his gaze intense on you “you really let that whiny lab rat order you around? let him touch you, let him fuck you?”

you swallowed hard, thighs pressing together beneath the hem of your dress, why did he care?

“that’s none of your business,” you say, though it comes out softer than you intended.

“so that’s a yes,” he chuckled, lighting the joint, the flare of orange at the tip casting a flicker over his face. “figured, the boy’s got no rhythm— probably pats himself on the back if he gets you wet, huh?”

your lips parted, stunned into silence.

he blew out a curl of smoke. “he ever go down on you?”

“jesus christ,” you muttered, squirming in your seat, cheeks hot.

“ah c’mon,” ben drawled, his voice velvety now, thick with smoke. “just curious, ‘cause a sweet thing like you— should be shakin’ by the time he’s done.”

you were quiet, hands gripping your knees now, trying not to let your thighs shift. trying not to let him see that his words, your 'boyfriends' dad's words, had been doing to you.

but ben was patient like always, calm and calculated.

“he even know how to make you cum?” he asked, lower now, like it was meant for you alone. “you a moaner? a screamer? nah i bet you get all shy ‘til someone makes you beg for it.”

"soldier b—" you start off, breath caught in your throat. but ben didn't stop there, he could see just how much it was making you squirm and he liked that.

he leaned back a little, smoke curling around him like a halo, arms stretched out over the couch. “what a fuckin’ waste,” he muttered, eyeing the shape of your thick thighs under your dress. “all that sweet body, just sittin’ around for someone who doesn’t know how to use it.”

his words clung to you, thick and sticky. it was too much, too intimate, too accurate. because no one had ever asked you those things before. not like they actually cared about the answer.

ben spread his legs, wide and lazy, taking another long drag from his joint before patting his thigh with a gentle “c’mere, sweetheart.”

you didn’t move at first. not until his eyes dipped lower, dragging over your body like he already owned it.

ben was everything homelander wasn’t. he didn’t hover or beg for praise. ben didn’t need to prove himself— he already was the best. all that strength, heat, that casual masculinity that made your heart throb and your pussy ache.

and you stood up before you knew what you were doing.

he watched you the whole way over. those sharp eyes never leaving your face, not even when you nervously smoothed down the hem of your dress and eased onto his lap. he was warm and solid beneath you, thighs tough like granite. one strong arm looped loosely around your waist, holding you like you belonged there.

“now that’s better,” he murmured. reaching up, he brushed a knuckle over your cheek before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. the gesture was surprisingly gentle. but all you could do was blink at him like a deer in headlights.

“y’look real pretty up close,” he murmured. “such shame that prick don’t know what to do with you.”

your lips parted, eyes darting away. “i—”

“nah, c’mon, angel,” ben said softly, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “you can tell me.”

you hesitated, heart pounding and ben looked at you like he already knew what you were thinking. like he’d been waiting ages for you to say it.

“ben— i don’t like him,” you whispered. his thumb stroked your jaw, encouraging you to continue. "he fuck— doesn’t make me feel good, not really. not in bed, not out in public, not anywheres.”

ben hummed, pleased. “so my boys never made you cum, huh?”

you shook your head, cheeks burning with embarrasement.

he clicked his tongue. “’course he didn’t.” his other hand slid down, possessive, gripping the curve of your ass over the fabric of your dress.

“poor baby,” he muttered. “been walkin’ around with this tight pussy unloved.”

you swallowed thickly, cunt pulsing between your thighs.

“s’why you came over here, huh?” he drawled. “knew daddy would make it all better.”

he leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you don’t need to fake nothin’ with me, angel. i know you get wet just lookin’ at me.”

his hand slid lower, down to your thigh now, thick fingers slipping just under the hem of your dress.“you feel it, don’t you—” he murmured, pads of his fingers brushing against your clothed cunt “what it’s like bein’ wanted by a real man?”

you whimper, nodding because it was true. it was so true.

“then c’mon,” ben said, standing with you carried bridal style in his arms, adjusting you like you weighed nothing.

“gonna show you how a pretty thing like you’s supposed to be treated.” ben strode through the empty penthouse, and your heart flipped when you realized where he was headed.

homelander’s bedroom.

“what are you—”

“shh,” ben hummed, pushing open the door with one hand. “he ever fucked you in here?”

you shook your head.

he grinned satisfied, with a grunt “good.”

you’d never even slept in this room. it wasn’t made for you— just john. the walls were lined with plaques and medals and framed photos of his own face, like a shrine to himself.

he tossed you down onto the bed like a prize, towering over you with a look that made your stomach drop and your thighs clench.

“lay back for me, sweetheart,” ben rasped, already tugging the hem of your dress up your thighs. “gonna see why he’s been wastin’ all this.”

you trembled as he settled between your legs, big hands sliding up the backs of your thighs, coaxing them open with a soft little tsk. “don’t hide from me, sweetheart. wanna see all of you.”

ben leaned in slow, kissing you intimately— like he wasn’t about to fuck you stupid in your boyfriend’s own bed.

his mouth tasted like weed and whiskey, and still somehow sweeter than anything you’d ever known. one hand cupped your cheek while the other slipped between your thighs, fingers pressing gently into your soaked panties.

“shit,” he muttered, pupils blown. “fuckin’ drenched, baby. all this f'me?”

you nodded shakily, breath catching when he rubbed you gently through the lace.

“he ever touch you here?” ben continued, voice right at your ear as his fingers dragged over your folds. “ever take his time w'you?”

you shook your head with a quiet “no— never.”

“poor pussy’s been starving.” he growled, dragging your panties down your thighs.

he kissed down your chest, pulling your dress down to bare your tits. his eyes glued to the soft bounce of them as he brought one nipple into his mouth. licking and sucking like he was desperate, stubble scraping your skin red, making you whimper.

ben smirked, satisfied with the cute sounds he was pulling out of you. slipping two fingers into your slick cunt. your back arched off the bed with a soft cry, walls clenching around him as he pumped his fingers deep and slow, curling them upwards.

“y'feel that?” he whispered, thumb rubbing circles over your clit. “that right there? that’s how it’s supposed to feel, angel.”

you could barely speak, moaning like a mess as he leaned in close again, nose brushing yours. “you ever cum from just someones fingers before?” he murmured, watching your eyes roll back.

“n-no,” you gasped, thighs shaking.

he chuckled, dark and satisfied. “well, ‘m gonna change that.”

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

when he finally pulled his fingers out and lined his cock up to your puffy soaked cunt, he took his time. let you feel the stretch of it, slow and deep, inch by inch.

“there you go,” he crooned, kissing the corner of your mouth, studying every little twitch of your face. "takin’ it so good, fuckin’ made for me.”

his hips rocked into yours, thick cock sliding in and out with wet plop that filled homelanders room. the corse hairs at the base of his cock creating hot friction against your clit.

and every thrust dragged a moan from your lips— real ones, honest ones. the kind he knew john never got to hear.

“you like that, baby?” he panted, thrusts hitting deep, but making sure you were enjoying it just as much as he was. “that feel good?”

but then your fingers curled against his thick shoulder, tension flickering through your voice.

“what if— what if he comes back?” you whispered, breath hitching as your body clung to his with every stroke.

“let him,” he growled, grabbing your thigh and pushing it higher up his waist. “let that fuckin' freak walk in and see what it’s supposed to look like.”

you whimper, cunt fluttering around him.

“see his girl takin’ real cock for the first time in her fuckin’ life.” he picked up the pace, thrusts growing harder, deeper, almost meaner.

“you think john would know what to do with this pretty pussy? nah,” he spat. “he don’t even deserve to look at you.” he dropped his forehead to yours, gaze molten with heat. “but me?” he said possessively. “i earned this.”

his cock drove in deep— so deep— and he smirked when your breath caught in your throat. “i earned the right to fuck you stupid right in his bed.”

ben reached between your bodies, fingers rubbing your clit in tight practiced circles. “say it, sweetheart,” he murmured “say who’s makin’ you feel good.”

you could barely breathe, couldn’t think past the slick sound of him fucking you open like he was made for it. his fingers were relentless on your clit, timed perfectly with the snap of his hips.

“b-ben—fuck” you whine, clenching around him so tight, he groaned through his teeth.

“that’s it, pretty girl,” he murmured, sweat glistening down his neck. “knew you’d give me somethin’ sweet, 'n i knew you’d take it like a good fuckin’ girl.”

your back arched, jaw slacking in a silent cry as the orgasm hit— hard. your body trembled underneath the weight of him, thighs locking up, cunt pulsing around his cock like you never wanted him to leave. and ben watched every second of it, smug and obsessed, his cock twitching inside you.

but he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down— supe powers. he chased his own release with that same controlled force, like he had a point to prove.

“mine now,” he muttered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “every fuckin’ inch of you.”

tags: @tinas111 @fancyhideoutpeach @kimxwinchester @soldiersgirl @lanasgirlfr @unfortunate-brat @bruisedfig @angelically-yours @winchestersbgirl @spnaquakindgdom @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @pieandflannel @bejeweledinterludes @deanstubble @sunnyteume @titsout4jackles @sunnyfuffly @deansbeer @littlejackles @claymoresofinfamy23 @beforeroachfalls @capkatie @kamisobsessed

The bathroom was your sanctuary. A place to rewind and relax. After a particularly hard and tiring mission with Steve, your partner for these missions, you stepped under the steaming water, spraying from the shower shower head above you, letting it cascade down your, washing away the grime of battle and the ache of exhaustion. The heat seeped deep into your muscles, loosening tight knots of tension that had built up over days. You let out a pleased sigh, feeling your body slowly but surely begin to decompress. You closed your eyes, tilting your head back, feeling the water wash through your hair and run down your back.

The sound of the shower was hypnotic, rhythmic—the steady pulse of warmth and release. Your hands wandered on yourself, trailing over damp skin, fingertips mapping the familiar landscape of your body in the privacy of the steam. You let out a slow breath, the subtle pressure building between your thighs as your fingers dipped lower.

Your mind wandered, painting vivid pictures of him.

Steve.

You tried not to but being locked up in a house with just him for weeks… his broad chest, the way his strong hands moved with quiet authority, the softness hidden beneath his soldier’s exterior. You imagined him here with you, close enough to feel his breath, to press your bodies together beneath the water. Your fingers trembled as they brushed against the slick skin of your inner thigh.

Reaching for the detachable shower head, you grasped it with flushed hands and pressed the warm spray against your wet skin, letting it pulse in teasing rhythms against your most sensitive places. Over your chest, trailing down your stomach, up agasint your inner thighs, before finally settling on your heat. The water’s temperature mixed with the intense pressure had your breath hitching in sharp gasps as the pleasure spiraled higher.

You begin to imagine Steve again, imagining there with you, images flash through your mind. Him on his knees between your legs, your body pressed against his with his hand on your clit, or him pressing you up against the shower wall, taking you as the water falls on you both.

You bit your lip, fingers tightening around the handle, your eyes squeezed shut as waves of release built and crashed beneath the mist.

But then—

The bathroom door creaked open.

Your eyes snapped open.

Steve stood frozen in the doorway, his mouth slightly parted, eyes wide as they took in the sight of you—wet, flushed, your hand wrapped around the detachable shower head pressed firmly against your skin, the evidence of your intimate moment impossible to ignore.

You froze, cheeks burning hotter than the steam around you, caught in the most vulnerable way imaginable.

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved. The hot water sprayed over you, mixing with the steam, wrapping you in a warm, private haze. Your heart pounded, cheeks burning hotter than the mist.

You watched Steve’s face progressively get more red although not being able to look away from the state of you. Your eye wander over his frame, stopping to see the straining beneath his pants.

Then something inside you snapped — the tension, the aching need, the desperation you’d been holding back all day.

You didn’t stop.

Not for Steve. Not for anything.

Your fingers slid down your body, fingertips trailing wet, slick paths as you pressed the shower head harder against yourself, letting the warm jet pulse harder over your clit. Your breath hitched, trembling with need.

Steve blinked, disbelief and something darker flickering in his eyes.

He just stood there.

Watching.

You swallowed the thick lump of embarrassment and confusion, your body on fire, craving every inch of sensation.

“Steve...” you whispered, voice rough and shaky, “I can’t stop.”

He swallowed hard, every muscle frozen, eyes glued to you like you were the only thing in the world.

For a long moment, the only sound was your gasping breaths mingling with the steady roar of the water.

Steve watches as the water sprayed over your body, casting a glistening sheen over your flushed skin. He could feel the restraint and suffocating tightness in his sweatpants.

He was supposed to be just coming in to make sure you were okay. He stood outside the door and knocked and called out your name, but when you didn’t respond, he got worried.

And now here he was, watching as you relentlessly pleasure yourself, looking at him in a such a way that is on the edge of making him fold.

Your eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, caught in that delicate moment between pleasure and shame. The heat pooled deep inside you, curling tight around your nerves and making every inch of your skin sing.

And Steve just stood there. Watching.

You could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his breathing had shifted—deeper, uneven, as if he was trying to steady himself but failing.

Your other hand slid over your breasts, fingertips teasing nipples, slick with water. Your breath hitched sharply, a soft moan slipping free despite yourself.

You glanced up, locking eyes with him through the haze of steam. “Please...” Your voice was a low, breathy whisper, trembling with need.

He swallowed audibly, eyes flickering with a storm of emotions—shock, disbelief, longing, and something darker, more vulnerable. The space between you felt charged, electric, thick with tension so sharp it was almost painful.

His fingers twitched at his side, restless but unsure.

The way you looked at him—open, exposed, utterly raw—pulled at something deep inside him. The restraint he’d held so tightly over the years began to slip.

He always wanted you, the way you treated him even back when he was trying to learn the new world. He loved everything about you. But he didn’t want to risk losing you if you didn’t return the feelings, so he stayed reserved from that part of him.

But now…

A slow step forward.

Your heart slammed in your chest, every nerve screaming in anticipation.

Steve’s voice was barely more than a whisper as he spoke, “Let me help.”

You eagerly nod, a whimper escaping your lips as you continue to pleasure yourself, feeling so desperate but nothing yet satisfying your need.

His hands made quick work of his clothes. Your eyes glued to him, watching more and more of his skin uncover with hungry eyes. You analyzed every curve of his muscle, every vein peaking through the soft flesh, his sculpted chest. Your eyes traveled lower as he removes his sweatpants.

Your jaw drops.

You let out a heavy sigh filled with awe and desperation. Despite how horny and ready for him you were, his size worries you. You’ll have to ask later if it’s due to the super soldier serum.

Before you could think too much, you were pulled back to reality as Steve opened the glass door to the shower. You watched as he steps in a hunger and desire evident in his eyes as he scans over you, his arms reached towards you steadying you as they slid around your waist. You trembled beneath his touch, a delicious shiver rippling through your body, still shocked that this is happening.

He took the shower head from your fingers, adjusting the water pressure to a softer, teasing rhythm. The jet traced lazy circles over your skin, the sensation heightened with his steady hands guiding it. You closed your eyes, mouth open in soft pleasure.

His mouth ghosted over your collarbone, lips brushing and sucking, breath hot and intoxicating. You tilted your head back, giving yourself over to the slow burn of his kisses and the pulse of the water.

Your hands reached up and tangled in his damp hair, pulling him closer as his lips moved to your neck, then down your chest, fingers tracing the line of your ribs, sliding lower with reverent care.

Time seemed to slow, the world shrinking to the two of you — water, heat, heavy breaths, and the steady crescendo of your need.

His eyes met yours again, dark and intense, searching for permission.

You gave it willingly, heart pounding as your lips finally closed the distance.

Steve’s lips found yours—soft at first, questioning, then deepening into something urgent, desperate. Your hands roamed his chest, the muscles taut beneath your touch, as he pulled you flush against him, the shower head being let go and long forgotten in the moment

The water slicked your skin, your bodies pressed together in a perfect fit.

You shivered under his hands, every touch igniting a wildfire of sensation, every kiss stripping away years of yearning and friendship tempting into something more.

Steve’s lips moved with yours with a tender hunger that made your knees weak. His hands roamed down your back, sliding over the curve of your waist, moving down to your softness of ass, his hands giving them a gentle but firm squeeze. You moan into his mouth, your back arching.

His mouth left yours only to trail down your neck, sucking marks into your skin that will surely be there later. His hands moved and cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing your nipples until they peaked under his touch, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through you. You moaned out his named, as he gives them gentle pinches.

You whined and shifted your hips against him, craving the press of his hardness. Steve groaned low in his throat, a sound that rumbled straight into your core, “You’re so fucking gorgeous”.

He reaches over and grabs the detachable shower once again, and with a slow, deliberate motion, he guided it back to the sensitive spot you’d been teasing before. The warm spray hit you with a delicious rush, and you whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder.

“Tell me what you want.” He whispered into your ear.

Your fingers traced the hard lines of his chest, heart pounding as you answered seemingly searching for anything to hold onto as he pleasures you, “You. Everything.”

His lips brushed against yours before a teasing smile appears on his face.

“Not yet…”

You whined in frustration, fingers slipping lower to trace the muscles of his hips, moving closer and closer to his cock. You looked down, mouth practically watering at the sight of it, head flushed with need and precum leaking from the top.

Before you could act on any of the sinful thoughts going through your mind, Steve’s hands found your wet hair, firmly pulling it, making your head tilt back as he leans forward, sliding his wet warm tongue across the expanse of your neck, finishing with kisses before his mouth covered yours once more, tongue teasing, exploring, claiming.

Steve shifted, his hardness pressing firmly against the curve of your hip. Your breath hitched, and your body responded instinctively, pressing your ass against him, grinding slowly as his hand reached around cupped your breasts again. Giving pulses of gentle squeezes and kneading.

With the shower head still pulsing warm water against your clit, he gently readjusted it—circling around your mound, you feel the heat quickly increasing in your lower belly. Your eyes roll back, trembling at the sensation, your hips bucking toward the shower head.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, voice thick with desire.

You shook your head, words caught in a breathy moan. “It’s perfect.”

Steve’s other hand slid between your legs, warm and steady, fingertips gently sliding through your folds. The water from the shower head mixed with his touch, slick and warm, and your hips pressed harder, chasing the growing heat inside.

His fingers rubbed a few gentle circles before sliding one finger into your heat. He groans as he quickly puts it to work, coaxing every sigh and moan from your lips. You arched into him, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.

“So goddamn tight… I don’t know if I’m gonna fit” He growls out, his head falling on your shoulder, relishing in the feel of your tightness.

Steve’s breath was ragged against your skin. Working you and stretching you out, before adding another finger. You groan as you wince at the small sting. Eventually feeling the pain subside, you rock your hips with his movements. He began to move with more purpose, the rhythm slow and teasing, while changing the water pressure to a harder, more relentless mode, making the pleasure rise like a tide.

“Oh god…Steve..”

“You gonna cum, sweetheart? Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.”

You let go with a shuddering gasp, clinging to him as waves of sensation rolled through your body, Steve talking you through your pleasure with praises and dirty talk, leaving you trembling and breathless.

His lips captured yours again, slow and gentle, grounding you in the aftermath.

Steve gently place the shower head back onto the stand, the water, somehow still hot, poured over both of you, washing away the last barriers between friends and something so much more.

Your fingers slid behind you, trailing over his stomach, making your way downward. Your fingers wrap gently around his cock, you hear him let out a curse as you give him a teasing squeeze before setting a loose, gentle rhythm.

Steve groaned low, fingers roughly grabbing at your hips as you feel him buck his hips into your hand.

You turn around, facing him as your eyes look him over, his eyes lidded with desire, his cheeks flushed, looking further down you watch as he continues to desperately thrust him into your hand. You bite your lip as you let out whine at the sight before you, before looking back up at him.

“Please, Steve….I need you inside me, so bad”

That’s all he needed.

Steve lifted you easily, your legs winding around his waist as he pressed forward. The slick slide of his skin against yours sent a rush of heat and longing crashing through you.

He aligned himself, the tip of him pressing against your entrance, warm and eager.

“I hope you’re ready sweetheart, cause I’m not stopping until you’re a moaning, whimpering, mumbling mess under me.”

You gasped, hands clutching his shoulders as he slowly pushed inside, every inch a delicious burn and stretch, his fingers definitely did not ready you for this.

Steve filled you slowly, inch by inch, until your back arched with the stretch and the delicious pressure of him seated deep inside. The thick head of his cock nudged against that sensitive spot with perfect, maddening pressure.

“God,” you moaned, barely able to breathe, “you feel so good, Steve.”

His jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut for a moment as he held himself still inside you, like he was savoring every inch, trying not to lose control too quickly.

“You’re so tight,” he growled against your lips, voice ragged. “So warm—fuck.”

Steve began to move.

Slow at first. Deliberate.

He pulled nearly all the way out, then pushed back in with a smooth, controlled thrust that rocked you against the wall. Your breath hitched, your nails digging into the thick muscle of his shoulders as pleasure bloomed in your core.

He found a rhythm that made your head spin—steady, powerful, each deep thrust sliding against just the right place inside you, making stars bloom behind your eyes.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear. “Please, Steve…wanna cum around your cock”.

That did something to him.

Something in him snapped as his grip on your hips tightened, he slammed into you harder, faster, the sound of wet skin on skin drowned only by the water and your loud, broken moans.

You clenched around him involuntarily, and Steve nearly lost it, his head dropping to your shoulder with a low, guttural groan. “Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so fucking perfect. Tight little pussy was made for me.”

His lips found your throat, kissing and biting and sucking, marking you as his hips snapped forward with urgent, unrelenting need.

Your legs tightened around him, needing him deeper, closer. Every nerve inside you was lit up, desperate, trembling.

One of his hands slid between your bodies, fingers seeking your swollen clit. He circled it in rhythm with his thrusts, watching your face with parted lips and hooded eyes.

“Come for me,” he murmured, voice dark and commanding. “Right here. With me.”

You shattered.

Eyes squeezing shut, cry caught in your throat as your orgasm hit like lightning. Your whole body spasmed around him, pulsing, clenching, milking him deeper.

Steve groaned your name, hips stuttering, thrusts growing erratic as you clenched around him again and again. With one final deep thrust, he came with a choked gasp, holding you tight, spilling deep inside you as your lips locked in a desperate, messy kiss.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of rushing water, labored breathing, and hearts beating furiously against soaked skin.

He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing a wet strand of hair from your cheek with the gentlest touch. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted that.”

You smiled, boneless and breathless in his arms. “You could’ve just walked in on me sooner.”

He laughed, a low, warm sound vibrating through his chest, and kissed you again, slower this time. “Next time,” he murmured. “I won’t wait.”

The water had long since cooled, but neither of you moved right away. Steve held you close, his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, lips brushing your damp forehead as your bodies slowly calmed. His chest rose and fell against yours, still slightly uneven, still pressed flush to your skin like he didn’t want to let go just yet.

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, legs weak but heart impossibly full.

“I think I’m going to melt into you,” you murmured with a lazy smile, your voice raspy and worn with pleasure.

Steve chuckled, voice low and fond as he rubbed slow circles over your lower back. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He finally reached over, turning off the water with a sigh. He gently slides out of you with a groan and gently helps you stand back on the ground. Silence replaced the rush of the shower, save for your shared breathing and the slick sound of skin as he helped you step carefully out onto the soft bathmat.

Your legs wobbled for a moment, and he caught you instantly, one arm slipping under your knees, the other behind your back.

“Oh my God—Steve,” you laughed, surprised as he scooped you up bridal-style, your wet bodies pressed together again. “I can walk, you know.”

He looked down at you, grinning. “I know. But I don’t want to let go yet.”

The sincerity in his eyes made your breath catch. You tucked your head against his shoulder, smiling like an idiot.

He carried you out of the steamy bathroom and into your bedroom, setting you gently down on the edge of the bed before grabbing a towel from the chair nearby. He knelt in front of you, draping it across your lap, and began patting you dry with quiet reverence.

Not rushed. Not sexual.

Just care.

You watched his face, the way his brows furrowed slightly with focus, the soft set of his mouth, as he ran the towel up your thighs, over your stomach, then to your chest, warming you with each pass.

“I didn’t think I could feel closer to you than I already did,” you said softly, brushing damp strands of hair off his forehead, “but I was wrong.”

Steve looked up at you, something tender and overwhelmed flickering in his eyes. “You’ve always meant more to me than I knew how to say. This… it’s not just tonight for me. You know that, right?”

You nodded, heart thudding hard again—but for different reasons now.

“I know,” you whispered. “Same.”

He kissed you, soft and slow this time, like he was learning you all over again.

Then he stood, drying himself off quickly, tugging on a pair of sweatpants before grabbing one of his old T-shirts and slipping it gently over your head. It was far too big, warm from his skin, and smelled faintly of him—clean, woodsy, and unmistakably Steve.

“I’ve wanted to see you in my clothes forever,” he admitted with a boyish smile, crawling into bed beside you.

You pulled the covers over both of you as he stretched out and gathered you into his arms, spooning you from behind. His chest pressed to your back, his arm heavy and safe around your waist, his nose brushing your temple.

The room was quiet, peaceful now, filled with the scent of clean skin and the faint trail of leftover steam.

“Promise me,” he murmured sleepily, “you won’t pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow.”

You turned in his arms to face him, lips brushing his jaw.

“I promise. You’re stuck with me now.”

His smile against your lips was the softest thing you’d ever felt.

The ship was silent now.

The child had finally relented and gone to sleep. You'd tried for over an hour to settle him, reading to him, rocking him, singing to him, letting him use the force to steal that little metal ball from you. Nothing had worked.

Din could sense your frustration from all the way up in the cockpit. He'd felt guilty hearing the wails from the little one, followed by your gentle hushing and coos. You'd told him to concentrate on navigating the crest through a particularly crowded asteroid field and you'd go settle the child, planting a gentle kiss to the top of his helmet before you'd descended into the cargo hold.

The longer it went on the more he felt for you. You had always been patient and understanding with Grogu, even from day one when Din had bought him back with him from his mission, no questions needed to be asked. You'd known exactly why Din couldn't resist to bring him home.

Tonight though, your patience was being tested. The cries were high pitched and those big eyes were full of real tears. Sometimes you wished he could talk and tell you what was wrong, but he's no different to a human baby in that sense.

Eventually, Din had traversed safely past the asteroids, unable to withstand listening to the noise any longer, if it was deafening him from upstairs, he couldn't imagine what it was doing to your eardrums.

///

It had been about ten minutes since Din came and took over, scooping the child into his arms while telling you to go rest, you didn't even hesitate, darting off to the quiet confines of your shared bunk.

You didn't even bother to switch on the over head light, all you wanted right now was to lay in a dark, quiet room. Thanking the maker that the ordeal was finally over.

You're just about to doze off when the door hisses open, light from the hull flooding in makes you wince.

"I'm sorry Cyar'ika" Din steps inside, pressing the button to close the door behind him, plunging the space into darkness once more.

You hear the rustling of him removing his armour, with a few 'Kriffs' added in as he inevitably knocks into the wall.

Soon enough he's crawling into the bunk with you and you shift over to make space for him.

You feel his arm drape over your side, pulling you closer to him, helmet resting against the back of your head, old habits die hard.

His large ungloved hand slips under the hem of your shirt, gently kneading your soft tummy. It's a comfort thing he does sometimes, you've noticed.

A soft contented sigh leaves you as you feel yourself relaxing in his arms.

"Are you okay Cyar'ika? I know tonight was not easy, I'm just sorry I couldn't come help sooner, that asteroid field was treacherous."

"I'm okay now you're here. I don't think he wanted me at all tonight though, that much was clear. Ahh well, all part of being a parent, I suppose."

A modulated chuckle sounds behind you "I suppose it is, doesn't make it any less stressful though. I think I just got lucky with him truthfully. Though it's good practice for when we add another founding to the mix isn't it?"

You'd discussed having a baby before, you'd said the vows a long time ago, he was yours as much as you were his. However the logistics of having a child while Din does the work that he does had meant that you'd both put it on the back burner. Even if it had been on your mind a lot more these days.

You'd stocked up on a special contraceptive brew a while ago on one of the more modern planets, taking it religiously every morning after sharing an intimate encounter.

It was obvious however, that he wanted to get you pregnant, he made no secret of that.

"Yes but imagine two of that? I don't think I'd be able to wait a full hour for help while you steer us through an asteroid field before I start tearing my hair out."

"Cyar'ika, you know I have no intention of continuing this job when we have another foundling. I want to be completely present, I appreciate how you took Grogu on as your own and how good you are with him. But I'm no idiot, I know it's not easy."

You shift in the bunk to face him, laying on your side, your hands coming to rest on his chest "I do know that, you want to find your clan and help rebuild a settlement on a quiet planet somewhere, but we haven't found them yet, Din. I think we should keep waiting at least, until that happens. I know that's not what you want to hear."

"Mesh'la" He starts, lifting his hand to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, you forget sometimes that with the helmet on he can see in the dark. "Of course, I respect that. I know it would be foolish to bring a child into all this, another one I mean. We'll wait, as long as we have to."

Thank goodness for that night vision, because he can see you smile right now, even after all this time it makes his heart skip a beat.

"Well I'm glad your desire to see me full of your babies hasn't clouded your judgement at least" The teasing in your tone has him grinning under his helmet.

"No, but a man can still dream can't he?" His voice lowers an octave as his hand drops to the waistband of your leggings, teasing his fingers along the elastic, it has the desired effect on you as you feel your pulse quicken.

"I never said he couldn't. Are you planning on taking that helmet off tonight or what?"

"Why would I do that, Mesh'la? I want to be able to see my wife's beautiful face when she cums for me." You're about to offer to put the overhead light on but he doesn't give you a chance, his hand slips under the waistband, dipping down to stroke your folds over your panties, eliciting a soft sigh from you. He can feel the growing wet patch through the cotton. "Yes I think I'll keep it on tonight, you like it anyway, don't you, ner kar'ta?"

He's anything but stupid, knowing exactly how to rile you up. If you were being honest with yourself, the helmet and the armour had been what first attracted you to him, you'd had no choice but to fall for the outer facade before you could see the man underneath and even though he was strikingly handsome, you could still got off when he kept the damn thing on.

It took you back to the earlier days of your relationship, before the vows you'd spoken that meant he could remove it in front of you, the sex had been electrifying, the mystery had added something to it and awakened a part of you that you didn't know existed until you'd met him.

"Keep it on, just this once" you coo, chasing the touch of his fingers with your hips.

"Just this once" He echoes as he presses his fingers tighter against your clit, making you whine foe him. "Needy already hm Cyar'ika? I can feel you soaking those panties. Lift your hips for me" He withdraws his hand as you do what he asks, lifting your hips for him to peel off your leggings and underwear in one go, tossing them away to the tiny patch of floor at the foot of the bunk.

His fingers slowly drift back up your thigh, making goose bumps break out across your body, even after all this time he still knows how to make your body react to him without even trying too hard.

Laying on your side still facing him, your legs part slightly as he reaches the apex of your thighs, teasing the coarse curls there for a moment before he slips a single digit between your folds, groaning lowly when he finds you drenched for him.

"Maker, I barely have to touch you and you're already a mess for me." He purrs as if he's at all surprised by that fact.

He starts off slow and light, circling your clit with the gentlest of pressure. "Does that feel good Mesh'la?"

"Yes, keep going... please." You breathe, your hand sliding down to cup his hardening cock over his pants.

With his free hand his plucks yours off him, gently pinning it above your head. "You first. I need you to cum for me first before I'll even consider letting you touch me." There it is, the assertive side of him that you love so much. "You're going to cum for me as many times as you can take and then I'm going to fuck you. Do you understand, Mesh'la? Nod if you understand." He commands as he adds more pressure to his touch, rubbing your clit in tighter circles now. You manage to nod dumbly as your little gasps and moans fill the bunk.

"So good for me, aren't you? Just let me make you take care of you now Cyar'ika" He drops his hand from your wrist, snaking it around your waist to pull you against him, his helmet pressing agaisnt your forehead.

You're sure your soft pants are fogging up his visor but he doesn't seem to care. Your arm loops around his neck holding onto him as he draws you closer and closer to the edge, feeling that first orgasm building even without needing to slip his fingers inside you. He knows your body inside and out by now, all your little cues are like reading a map to him.

"Din... I... I'm going to..." You tell him in a breathy whisper, as if he couldn't already tell by the way your leg is starting to shake.

"Shh I know, I know Mesh'la. Give it to me, cum for me." He doesn't change his rhythm in any way, keeping the pressure the same with the tight little circles, it's all enough to have you falling apart for him, head thrown back as you moan his name.

He doesn't slow or stop, guiding you through your release, groaning with you when he briefly slips his fingers down to your entrance feeling the flutters and pulsing as you clench around nothing.

"That's it. More Mesh'la, I know you can take more, can't you?" He circles your entrance a few times, collecting your juices before he swipes them back up to your swollen bud, continuing his ministrations.

"Mmhmm. Oh maker... Din... Shit... That's it just like that..." He's applied just the right pressure now and he knows that it won't be long before you're shattering for him once more, it's always the same after he coaxes the first one out of you. At first it had surprised you with how quick he could make you cum in such quick succession but now you revel in it.

And it's not long at all befoee he has you quaking in his arms again, holding you tightly against him. You forget momentarily that the helmets on as you go to kiss him, lips meeting Beskar instead. He let's out a breathy modulated chuckle, finding it adorable, he'll shower you with kisses later.

After that he just keeps going.

Another one.

And another.

And another.

By the fifth orgasm he's pulled from you, you're completely gone, writhing wildly agaisnt him as he works you through it, greedily wanting to bring you to climax one more time. Just one more time, it's always one more time.

But right now you can't, it's too much, you're gasping and angling your hips away from him, forcing him to stop, going boneless in his arms.

"Fuck... Okay... I'm done... I can't any more." you pant into the crook of his neck, both of his arms encircle you now, rubbing up and down your back in a soothing gesture.

"You did so good for me, Cyar'ika. So good. Do you think you can still take my cock or do you want to get some sleep?"

Your head whips up from where it was rested, looking down at him like he's insane. "Oh no no Djarin, you said you were going to fuck me so you'd better stick to that."

You just know his grin is ear to ear under the Beskar. "That's my girl. Turn over."

You oblige, pulling off your shirt as you shift onto your side facing away from him, the bunk is too small for more adventurous positions but you've both learned what works best over the years.

You hear a rustle of fabric behind you as he's taking off his pants, throwing them away from the bed realising quickly that he's also taken off his underwear when you feel his fat tip pressing firmly agaisnt your ass. Smart man.

You twist slightly, blindly reaching back in the dark wanting to touch him, he notices and grabs your hand guiding you to him. You feel him tense initially when your hand wraps around him, soon relaxing when you give him a few slow, experimental tugs. He's heavy in your hand like he always is, his girth hadn't surprised you considering he seemed to walk around like a man who had a reason to be so confident.

"Mesh'la... That feels good. But I need to be inside you, please." The want in his tone has you preening, he's so worked up from getting you off that he can't wait any longer.

You shift back, teasingly wiggling your ass against his cock, letting it slip between your cheeks, his hand flies out to grip your hip as he rocks against you in return, guiding him downwards with your hand to notch him at your entrance.

You move your hand away when he slowly starts to push inside, inch by inch letting you adjust to his thickness until he's buried deep in you.

"You feel so fucking perfect Cyar'ika.... So tight, like you were made for me."

"Din please, I need you to move now."

And he does, with slow, shallow thrusts, drawing back until just the tip of his cock is left inside you before he sinks back in. Keeping his rhythm steady and measured as he builds up to a pace that will have you both seeing stars.

You're rolling your hips back to meet his, his big hand is gripping your hip as he guides your movements, your combined moans and groans rising in volume.

It's not long before he loses control, unable to take it anymore with the noises you're making for him, slipping his free hand under your ribs to grope at your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you gasp and arch back into him.

"Harder Din, please!"

Your breathy whine goes straight to his cock, feeling the familiar tingle building at the base of his spine already.

Not yet. Not yet.

He obliges in your plea, gripping your hip so hard it'll leave indent marks as he thrust into you with more power and speed. The sound of flesh against flesh fills the room along with your cries and sobs of pleasure, desperately trying to match his rhythm still even as he all about takes full control.

He can feel you fluttering around him, the beginnings of your sixth orgasm creeping up on you, he loved that he had this hold on you. That he was the only one who got to make you fall to pieces like this.

"Do you hear how wet she is for me, Mesh'la" He groans in your ear and you do, you can hear how obscene it sounds as your cunt practically sucks him back in with every jut of his hips. "I'm going to fuck you full of me, would you like that hm? You want me to fill you up don't you? Have me dripping out of you all night long."

"Yes! Oh fuck yes. Din please!"

He pulls you back against him in his arms, driving into you with such ferocity that it has you dumb and pliant, unable to do anything but moan and take his cock.

"I've got you, Mesh'la. Cum for me, cum for me and I'll give you what you want."

With a silent scream, you do just that. Clenching so hard around his cock that his hips stutter and he quickly follows behind you, grunting in your ear as he spills inside you, coating your walls with hot, sticky ropes of his cum.

"Oh maker. Fuck... That was amazing..." Din murmur breathlessly behind you, slowly pulling out of your well used hole.

You whine quietly at the loss of him, feeling your combined releases dripping out of you.

You hear a soft hiss behind you, indicating that he's taking the helmet off, with a few shuffles as he sets it at the end of the bunk on the floor and then he's gently rolling you onto your back coaxing your legs to part.

It's a tender side that not many people get to see from him, only you and Grogu these days.

Pressing small kisses to your forehead as he cleans you up with what you assume is his undershirt.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum" it's a light whisper against your skin, you're already succumbing to sleep, exhaustion from the events of the day along with the love you just received from you mandalorian husband, you manage a sleepy whisper in return.

"I love you too, Din"

Then you're out like a light.

And soon enough, so is he.

///

Cyar'ika - Darling/Beloved/Sweetheart

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Nur kar'ta - My heart

You can find all of these in the new eyelash category. They are enabled for occult as well as both genders and opposite frames! I only tested them once on a male sim, so if there are any issues I apologize 🙏🏼

Issues of note: I am currently unable to fix V.7 of the creator's lash collection. There is a preexisting issue (pre-patch) with the mesh where the top eyelashes did not morph with the eye, and this has of course carried over. I am going to continue to attempt to fix these (they're a favorite of mine), but please understand I am very much so a newbie and I've never used Blender. I can't promise when or even an if they will be fixed, but please be patient with me. One other thing I've found is that these lashes may conflict with some custom facial sliders. For example, I use magic-bot's facial sliders and the cheekbone slider causes the bottom lashes to morph with the structure of the cheekbones, so please keep this in mind! As per usual, these lashes conflict with glasses! That's all! Thank you guys SO much for all the love and support and a big big thank you to @dream-girl!

You’d just completed, by all possible metrics, a very successful case. It was a rare one, looking at terrorism in the DC area. A group of people who were planting explosives around the city, in unsuspecting areas. Instead of targeting political buildings or memorials, they focused on smaller-scale destruction. The team had been able to put the perpetrators away with no more casualties than those that were gone before the team landed. All in all, it was incredibly stressful, but a win for the team.

So, after Emily’s suggestion and Derek’s reminder that it was an extended weekend due to a government holiday, the team was getting ready to head to the bar. You had begged to go home to shower, promising you’d take an Uber (so you could, in Penelope’s words, “get fucked up with the girls”) and meet them at the bar in about an hour.

You put on your best outfit, showing an appropriate amount of cleavage, and did your makeup to the best of your abilities. After you’d cleaned up, you went to open your Uber app, excited to have a night to relax.

However, you were cut off when a phone call overtook your screen. “Aaron” the contact name read, indicating it was your unit chief, and that he was calling from his personal cellphone. You let ring a few times before picking up, not wanting to seem too eager to talk to your boss.

“Hellooo,” you practically sung into the phone, too excited to be worried about embarrassing yourself in front of him. He simply replied with a formal “hello,” followed by your name. “Please don’t tell me you’re ruining my longggg weekend,” You said to him, and he swore he could hear some of jewelry shaking. You couldn’t keep your excitement in, shaking your wrists, which made your bracelets make noise.

He chuckled a bit at your reaction to him calling, “No, no. I was just calling to see if you had left yet.” You smiled against the phone, knowing where this conversation was going. “Nope! I was actually ordering my Uber when you called,” you informed him. “So, you haven’t ordered it?” He questioned again, to which you replied with a “uh-uh”.

You couldn’t tell but your excitement about going out with your friends was essentially oozing through the phone, causing Aaron to maintain a bright smile on his face. You weren’t aware of how your vibe, your energy, was able to lift a weight off of Aaron’s shoulders that had been there for as long as he could remember.

“I also had to run home before meeting the team. If you’d like, I can pick you up.” Your smile, somehow, grew even bigger. Any excuse to see Aaron was a good one, you’d thought.

However, your face quickly fell when you reminded yourself that you were supposed to be avoiding him. You felt a pang in your heart as you said, “Thanks, but I have a few things to finish up here! I appreciate the offer, Hotch.”

With a quick, formal goodbye, the called ended. Aaron tried to ignore the fact that you lied to him as he drove the rest of the way. You had said you were about to call your Uber, and he heard your jewelry, meaning you were putting the finishing touches on your outfit. So why wouldn’t you accept his ride?

He tried to ignore the blow to his chest when you called him Hotch. Something about the use of his last name made him feel as if he’d done something wrong. Not that it was unusual for you, or anyone really, to call him that. It was the emphasis you’d put on it. As if you were trying to make it known he was Hotch and not Aaron.

Aaron tried to turn off his profiling ability, but it was proving to be had as all of his thoughts were currently encompassed by you.

The night, and the whole weekend if you were being honest, went by in a blur. You could tell Aaron had noticed the change in your behavior. You were standoffish at the bar, pretty much avoiding any conversation with him. You just hoped by the end of the long weekend it would be forgotten, and you’d be able to continue work as normal.

This dream was quickly demolished as Aaron was summoning you into his office before you had the chance to even put your bag down and unpack your files.

The sound of calling your last name both frightened and intrigued you. You couldn’t help but be attracted to the authority in his voice, even if it could mean you were going to be in trouble.

As you stepped into the voice, Aaron didn’t even look up. He mumbled a “shut the door, please,” as he finished recording some notes on an opened file in front of him. You stood awkwardly by the door, waiting for some kind instruction or reasoning from him.

“Please,” he gestured to the seats in front of his desk. You nodded, clumsily making your way to them. “I didn’t mean to scare you or make you uncomfortable by calling you in here,” he began.

You weren’t sure if you were more scared by being called into his office, to have a conversation that required you to both sit down and shut the door, or the intense eye contact he was maintaining as he introduced whatever discussion you two were about to have.

“I just couldn’t help but notice,” he paused for a second, trying to find the right words to say, “a recent change in your behavior.” You hoped he didn’t notice the way your eyes went wide, knowing you’d been caught. You didn’t have to ask what he was talking about to know you’d been caught, but you did anyway, “What do you mean?” You thought you were playing your part well, furrowing your eyebrows to truly emphasis your fake confusion.

“It feels as though you’ve been avoiding me.” Aaron says. His tone isn’t angry or even authoritative, but rather, disappointed. There’s a slight huff in the way he spoke. He didn’t give you a chance to defend yourself before he continued, “Which is fine if you so choose to do so. I would just like to know if it was because of something I did and if I could fix it. I want the team to function as well as it can, and I feel as though it would not if there was conflict between you and I.”

Aaron had to find a professional spin to throw his statement, knowing the professionalism of this situation was debatable at best. “Oh, sir,” you blushed, not really knowing what to say, “I don’t believe there is any conflict between us.” Your voice was formal, too formal. It was obvious you were under pressure. “So, what is it then?” He questioned.

You could feel yourself growing small under his intense stare. You could also feel the wet patch growing between your legs, making you slightly uncomfortable.

“You, uh, you kind of make nervous.” With your quiet voice and stutter, and the way your thighs squeezed together, it was easy for Aaron to pick up on the reason he made you nervous. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink instantaneously. “Oh,” his voice trailed off, followed by your quiet, “yeah.”

There was a few beats of silence before he cleared his throat. “Well, I’m glad to hear there’s no issues between us.” You nodded with his words, growing even more nervous. Your mouth was moving before your brain could catch up, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to, it’s just been a minute since I’ve, ya know, and I know you’re boss but I will be completely professional and this will not effect my work in or out of the field.”

While you mean to be assuring your boss that your attraction to him was no detriment to your work, you just admitted that it’s been a minute since you’ve had an orgasm. You needed to end this conversation quickly.

“If that’s all,” You said as you stood, “I have a few more reports to finish.” Aaron simply nodded, dismissing you back into the bullpen. You made a break for the bathroom, hoping to have a few minutes to collect yourself before facing the race of the team. You felt exposed, knowing you were entering a room of profilers after since a painful experience. You needed some time alone.

After a mini-breakdown, and cleaning up your messed up mascara, you made your way to your desk. Calm and collected. That’s all you had to be. Calm and collected.

Serial killers and other criminals had quieted down for the week, in an unlikely turn of events. You’d only had to travel for one day, quickly solving a kidnapping case and the finding the perpetrator. The week flew by swimmingly. Nothing odd had happened.

Until you opened your door Saturday morning.

You hadn’t ordered anything, that much you were sure of. Even if you did, you tended to shop at places with bright packaging that made you feel like you were opening a gift when it was delivered. This unsuspecting, plain box was not here on your accord, yet it had your name and address on it.

The FBI agent side of you flipped into protection mode, racing to grab your phone and dial up the one person you knew that could tell you what to do if there happened to be a bomb inside of the box. Derek Morgan. “Pretty girl, why are you facetiming me at 8:27am on a Saturday?” He teased with a smile on his face. No matter what time it was, Derek was ready to listen.

“I got this box and I don’t know what it is. I just want someone to be around when I open it.” You informed him, sitting down next to the box. You should probably be standing, just in case you had to make a run for it but you were too worried about getting it open to think that far ahead.

“Alright,” He said, urging you to open it. You nodded to him, setting up the phone so he could you see and the box in the frame. You carefully tore off the tape, and let out a sigh of relief when nothing happened when it moved. You lifted the flaps slowly, taking a loud gasp when you saw it was. You hoped Derek didn’t see, and moved quickly to pick up your phone to hang up before he could.

“It’s not a bomb! I’m good, thanks Derek!” You rushed, hanging up before he could say anything. Your eyes didn’t leave the box as you let your arms fall to your sides. Sitting inside of it was a small, pink rose toy. A vibrator. That you definitely didn’t order.

You grabbed the box, hoping none of your neighbors saw it. It’s not that masturbation was wrong or immoral or that you didn’t partake, it was just weird if the people around you were aware of your toys.

So, you made sure your door was tightly closed before putting the box on the table and digging through it. There was all the normal things, the vibrator itself, large bubble wrap, and a paper receipt with the name of the product: Intimately GG Rose Suction Simulator from Pink Cherry.

However, there was another piece of paper at the bottom of the box. It was a typed note that read, “I hope this helps us go back to normal. A.H”. You knew exactly one person with the initials A.H. so it wasn’t rocket science to figure out who had ordered you this sex toy.

You weren’t sure if you were more turned on or embarrassed.

Aaron was your boss. Your kind, protective, strong, hot, sexy, boss. But still your boss. You wondered if this is something he would’ve done for someone like Emily or Penelope if they’d been in your predicament. It clicked quickly that it definitely wasn’t, and that made you special in Aaron Hotchner’s eyes.

So, you made a mental note to give him a call, after you tried out your toy. Luckily, you had your cleaning solution and an old bottle of lube from your past encounters. You made quick work of getting the toy clean and finding a video to help you get yourself off.

Of course, the man in the video was a white man who was bit older, with broad shoulders and black hair. No coincidence there.

You started with your boobs, taking time to massage each one before pulling on and pinching them to get yourself warmed up. Between the sounds coming from the video and the excitement of finally having time to yourself, your hands didn’t take long to move downwards, tracing along the length of your body. One hand continued caressing your side as the other made its way to your core.

The thought of Aaron going out of his way to help you get off and the visual of a man who looked similar to him getting his dick sucked had you borderline dripping on your bedsheets as you used your hand to start toying with your clit. You started with small circles, matching the speed of the girl sucking Aaron’s lookalike’s dick.

You stayed like this for a while, allowing yourself to go slow, really take your time pleasuring yourself. The guy in the video had already finished on the girl’s tits by the time you reached for your rose toy. You didn’t need the visual anymore, perfectly crafting dirty scenarios of your unit chief in your head.

You started on low. There was gentle sucking on your clit as you imagined the way Aaron would kiss. He’s experienced, you know that for sure. You could imagine the way he’d start gentle, maybe even cupping your face as he pulled you close. He’d let you feel like you were in charge, before his tongue made its way inside your mouth. His dominant side would take over, using his body to press you against whatever surface you were sat on.

As you fantasized about his dominant side, you cranked up the toy to the next level. You let out a loud moan at the new feeling. Your free hand moved back to your breast, squeezing, while you did your best to imagine Aaron’s large hands doing it instead.

You could feel the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter as you imagined Aaron slowly stripping your body, dragging his hand along each and every curve. With a sharp pinch to your nipple and a cry of Aaron’s name, you came undone all over your rose toy.

You could feel your slick dripping down your hand as you worked yourself through your orgasm, making sure to enjoy it for as long as you could. You wished you could savor this feeling. It was the strongest, best orgasm you’d ever had. Nothing could compare to the euphoria you felt right now.

You flicked the toy off and sat it to the side once the feeling became too much. You couldn’t bring yourself to move from your position. “Fuck,” you breathed out, trying to relax the hard rise and fall of your chest.

Once you were able to relax, you made your way to the shower. You knew you had to call Aaron, but you needed to be much more relaxed than you were right now to have that conversation. The sting from the hot water helped ground you, allowing you to clear your mind. After you cleaned yourself, you cleaned the toy and put everything in your nightstand drawer for future use.

Then, you reached for your cellphone. You quickly found Aaron’s personal number and hit the call button before you could overthink what you were doing. He picked up on the second ring. “Hotchner,” he said, probably out of habit. “Hello, Aaron,” you smiled. This is the conversation you’d had with him in a while that didn’t make you feel nervous. “Hello,” he echoed with your name. You didn’t know, but he was smirking on the other side of the phone. He’d been waiting for this call.

“You sent me a gift?” You asked. “I did. Have you received it?” He wasn’t sure what grew more, his smirk or his cock. “I have. I’ve opened it and took it for a test run as well.” The way you two were beating around the bush was a turn on, but the way he sounded so self-assured, as if he knew what you were going to say, had you clenching your thighs together.

“How did it perform?” Aaron questioned, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table in front of him. This tightened the dress pants he was wearing against his hardened cock. “Very well,” You smiled. “I’m happy to hear that. I hope this is the end of all of your weird behavior.” Aaron chuckles. Just the sound of his laugh has you reaching your hand to squeeze the fat of your thighs.

“What weird behavior, Aaron?” You questioned, teasingly. This conversation is very different than any you’d had before, and it was turning you. You didn’t think it was possible with the strong orgasm you’d maybe an hour ago. But, Aaron was a special individual. He had that effect on you.

“You were avoiding me,” He scoffed. “I don’t know if I was. I think it was self-control,” You smiled, knowing you were baiting him. Without missing a beat, he took the bait, “And why did you need to practice self-control?”

Aaron leaned back in his chair, opting to press his hand against his cock instead of using the soft fabric to provide some kind of friction. He needed more, that much he knew.

“Because I was trying not to jump your bones, Aaron.” You breathed out. Your words had him squeezing his bulge, feeling like he could bust just from knowing you were attracted to him. “Fuck,” Aaron groaned into the phone. You giggled at his reaction, moving to press your hand against your core, again.

“Tell me about your toy,” He demanded, finally using the authoritarian tone that helped you get into this situation in the first time. “So you can touch yourself while I do?” You questioned, assuming he was in the same position as you. “Is that okay?” He questioned. “Of course it is, Aaron.” You promised, and used your permission as an excuse to unbutton his pants, and shove his hand under the waistband of his boxers.

As you started talking, he spread the precum, that’s been oozing from his pretty pink tip since he saw your contact name, along the length of his dick. “It was so good, Aaron. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah?” Aaron encouraged you to keep going as he started stroking his cock. “Yeah,” You whined out, “I wish you could’ve seen me. My legs were shaking and I was leaking so much.” You smirked as you heard him groan in to the phone. His strokes had quickened in length. All he could picture was you spread out on his bed, cumming around his cock.

“What did you think about while you came?” You were surprised he was able to get the question out, especially because he only stuttered once. You wished you could see the way he squeezed his eyes together as he tugged on his cock. “You, obviously. I was thinking about your lips and your hands. I finished before I could get to the good part. I wanted to picture you fucking me from behind, pressing my face into the mattress.”

You were going to continue describing your fantasy to him, but he cut you off with a “Fuck!” as he came down his hands.

The line was silent for a few minutes before you spoke, “Hey, Aaron?” He hummed out a “yeah?”, before you asked, “Do you want to come over?”

“Give me ten minutes,” He promised, “and have the toy out.”

When he called you into his office ten minutes ago you had no idea you would end up pressed up against the door, skirt bunched around your hips, and your bosses face between your legs.

“Aaron, ooooh fuck.” The wet sounds of him eating your soaked pussy filled the room, his tongue navigating your folds expertly, drawing a loud moan from your lips. You raked your nails over his scalp, your eyes fluttering shut as he groaned against your clit and slipped two fingers inside you.

He leaned back, looking up at you while he caught his breath and you couldn’t help but admire the way your juices glistened on his chin. “Fuck you taste good, sweet girl. I have been so distracted today thinking about it. You’re being such a good girl, staying quiet for me, letting me be selfish and take what I want from you in the middle of the day, right here where anyone could see us.” Pumping his fingers in and out of you at a ruthless pace he grinned as you whimpered softly, gently attempting to push his head back against your body. “Is my sweet girl ready to cum for me?” With your whimpered response and eager nod of your head he dove back between your legs and resumed his work, running his tongue through your folds and sucking at your clit until your legs began to shake around him.

“Oh…Aaron…I’m…” Your walls clenched around his fingers and you threw your hand over your mouth to muffle the telltale scream of his name you knew was about to accompany your orgasm.

He chuckled as his favorite sound in the world left your lips and your juices dripped down his hand. Continuing to slowly pump his hand he fucked you until you collapsed against the door of his office, a dazed, blissful look on your face. Slipping his fingers out of you he stood, bringing them up to your lips, a proud smile on his face as you obediently opened your mouth.

“That’s my good girl. Such a perfect little slut for me.” He praised you as you sucked him clean before leaning down to press a few soft kisses to your lips.

“Your chin is still wet, handsome.” You giggled as he looked around for something to wipe his face with, settling for his tie.

“I may have just ruined this tie but at least I’ll get to smell you on it all day. I love you so much sweet girl.” He gently fixed your panties and skirt, his hands lingering on your waist. “You’re so beautiful, have I told you that today? Oh, well no harm in telling you again. I wish you could stay in here with me all day, but you should probably get back to your desk before our luck runs out and someone interrupts us.” He bent to kiss you deeply, pulling you away from the safety of the door, waiting for you to take a breath, square your shoulders and morph back into the picture of professionalism. With a final kiss to your forehead and a small slap of your ass that promised more fun to come later, he opened the door.

"Get back to work, Agent."

“I did.” You replied with a shrug, putting down a stack of plates and closing the cabinet. Aaron wrapped an arm around you from behind, his hand warm on your bare midriff and his lips hit the side of your neck, “you didn’t wear this out, did you?”

“Just to the post office.” You gasped when his teeth sank into your shoulder and his free hand spanked the globe of your ass.

“So you were being a dirty little slut then?” He growled into the shell of your ear, “letting everyone out there see what’s mine?” A hand snuck under your shirt, pinching at your nipples and you couldn’t help but whine, arching into his touch, “and no panties? You just want everyone to see the shape of your pussy?” His free hand grabbed between your legs before spanking your cunt and you mewled, “get them fantasizing about how pretty it is?” He continued to palm at you through the impossibly thin fabric while his lips graced across your skin, “when you know who it belongs to, right?”

“You daddy.” You moaned, grinding down onto his hand and you could feel yourself tingling already.

“Good.” He spanked your pussy again, pulling another whimper from your lips, “then get yourself off like the useless slut you want to be today.”

His hand settled between your legs, cupping at your pussy with the heel of his hand pressing against your clit. His other hand continued to roam under your shirt, groping at your tits and rolling your nipples between his forefinger and thumb.

“Well, get going.” He urged, “I wanna see how wet you can get these pants.”

He squeezed at you, his fingers practically slipping between your pussy lips through the fabric. You let out a low moan, your head rolling back onto his shoulder as you began to grind down onto his hand. You sucked your lower lip into your mouth, biting back a moan as Aaron’s other hand continued to massage your chest, playing with your nipples. His lips traced across your skin, starting out soft, ghosting over your neck, nipping at your earlobe,

“Such a greedy little whore you are.” He husked into your ear, “I can feel you getting wet already. You’ve been thinking about this all day haven’t you?”

“Mmmhmm…” You whined, rolling your hips harder against his hand, “need you daddy.”

“Yeah?” He jeered, grinding his hand hard against you, cupping you as you let out a groan, “you’ve been so patient this week, I bet you’re absolutely aching for my cock, aren’t you? Little cock slut you are, you love it when I use you.”

“Oh fuck Aaron…”

Your eyes fluttered shut as the heat began to fire through your body, your cunt pulsing around nothing as you felt your wetness building, your breath caught in your throat when Aaron bit into your neck. He knew exactly where to make a home with his lips, the spot that made your entire body shiver when he so much as touched it. He drove you absolutely wild and he knew it.

“God look at you,” he chuckled darkly at the whines escaping your lips, how you picked up the speed of your hips, pushing back onto his hand as hard as you could, chasing your peak, “rutting like a bitch in heat.” Pleasure coursed through you, your cheeks heating as the coil got tighter and tighter within you and you rocked down faster onto his hand, your moans getting louder with each roll of your hips. “You gonna come for daddy?”

“S-so close!” You groaned and he pinched your nipple, hard, while biting into the crook of your neck again and your body shuddered before your hips stilled. Aaron laughed, lifting his hand from between your legs, turning you in his arms to get a look at the small damp spot on the fabric of your pants.

“Oh come on,” he scolded, “I know you can do better than that. Such a desperate little whore today, you should be soaking.”

Pinning you to the counter, he hoisted you up onto it, spreading your legs wide for him, bracing your feet on the edge of the counter and his hand found your clit through the damp fabric. He didn’t hold back, knowing you were still coming down from your first orgasm, rubbing furiously at it, the friction of the fabric just enough to have your legs trembling almost immediately.

“Fuck! Fuu-uck.” You moaned, your head falling back as you felt yourself pulsing, your clit throbbing under his fingers. He pushed against your harder and you were crying out as you hit your high, thighs shaking as you squirted, juices drenching the fabric.

“That’s my good little slut.” Aaron praised, pinching your clit for extra effect and you gasped, the fabric was dark with your cum, and when he moved his fingers they were slick with wetness. “Look at you, making such a fucking mess already. Open.” He brought his fingers up to your lips and you obeyed, letting him thrust them into your mouth and all you could do was moan over the taste of your juices, tongue swirling around them as you sucked them clean.

Aaron slid his fingers out of your mouth and before you could even catch your breath enough to beg for him he leant over, his mouth wrapping around your pussy through your pants. His tongue lapped at you, groaning over your taste, the vibrations causing you to rock your body forward, eager for more.

“Oh god…” You muttered, your chest beginning to heave once again.

“Think you can get off again like this?” He asked with a grin, a brow raised in a tease in your direction and you whined, hand gripping at his hair.

“Please… need you.”

He mouthed at you again, nuzzling his face between your legs, pushing harder when your hand grasped at his scalp. As much as he wanted to torture you, drag it out as long as he possibly could, he also couldn’t wait to get his mouth actually on you, to really taste you, get your juices properly smeared all over his lips. His hands reached up to the weak seam of your pants, digging into the fabric before he easily ripped them apart, tugging at the fabric until your cunt was fully exposed.

“Aaron!” You gasped out, eyes wide and he simply scoffed.

“I’ll buy you new ones.” He grunted, tugging the fabric away from your body, “ones that don’t show off this pretty pussy as much.”

Without a second thought he dove in between your legs, hands tight on your thighs to keep you spread open for him. His tongue lapped through your folds, flicking against your clit and you gasped, pleasure shooting through you at the feeling of him finally on your body without a barrier. His mouth wrapped around your pussy, sucking at one of your lower lips before moving to the other one, then pulling them both into his mouth. His tongue delved as far as it could into you, licking up as much of your arousal as he desired.

Your nails dug into his scalp, practically every breath you exhaled was accompanied by a moan, your skin prickling with desire. With every stroke of his tongue his nose bumped against your clit and you couldn’t help but rock your hips toward his face, panting harder with each thrust. While he was incredibly talented with his mouth and every ministration was pulling more pleasure to your core, it simply was not enough right now.

“Please… please daddy…” you panted, “need you to make me come.” He growled into your pussy and you gasped at the sensation the vibrations sent rocking through you, “more.” You whined, “please, please…fuck! Please.”

Knowing exactly what you wanted, Aaron shifted his mouth upwards, lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and two fingers easily slid into your dripping cunt. The tip of his tongue traced around the swollen nub, flicking at it slowly at first, picking up the speed and pressure as your whines increased. He matched the pace with his fingers, fucking them skillfully into you, twisting them around, twirling them so they hit every inch of your inner walls. He sucked particularly hard on your clit, fingers curling just right and you moaned even louder.

“Oh god! Fuck!” Your hand shot from his head to sneak under your shirt, groping at your chest, pinching at your nipples, “just like that! Fuck…” your eyes scrunched shut as the pleasure got hotter and hotter, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat, “gonna make me come!”

Aaron increased the pressure of his mouth, tongue flicking at your clit even faster and his fingers curled up again, rather than just thrusting he kept them rather still so he could rub back and fourth over the sensitive spot inside your throbbing pussy. You clenched down around him, your juices coating his hand and he knew you were close, your thighs shaking around him. He groaned against you and you shuddered, pussy pulsing around his fingers, squeezing him so tight you almost forced him out as you moaned loudly, your hips rocking up to push against his mouth while your orgasm washed over you. You felt the gush of wetness, gasping as your body shuddered once more and Aaron chuckled, your juices leaking down his arm, droplets already dripping onto the floor between you. He always took pride in being able to make you squirt and with the track record he had going today he certainly wasn’t going to stop there. As he pulled his fingers from your drenched cunt his tongue lapped up as much of your cum as he could, teeth sinking into the skin of your thigh.

“Such a messy little thing you are.” He growled as he stood from between your legs, “you like that? Making a mess of everything?” He cocked a brow in your direction and all you could do was attempt to catch your breath. “Answer me.” He demanded, his hand suddenly spanking your pussy, your clit throbbing when he did so.

“Fuck!” You yelped, nearly whimpering at the dark look in his eyes, “yes daddy. Love when you make me squirt.”

“That’s what I thought.” He spanked you again before his hands gripped the waistband of your ruined leggings, tugging them down your legs and tossing them in the direction of the garbage. “Keep those legs spread.” His hands roughly shoved your thighs back open, pushing you back on the counter, “little sluts don’t get to decide when they’re done and I’m definitely not finished.”

You let out a little whimper, your lip nearly quivering as you looked at him and he chuckled darkly, a smirk on his lips while he tugged your crop top over your head, leaving you bare before him. Somehow that turned you on even more, being completely naked while he was still fully clothed, in the middle of the kitchen as he had his way with you. It was almost like he could sense it, catching the way your cheeks flushed, the way you practically pouted up at him and his lips split into a grin as he grabbed your chin.

“Quite the exhibitionist aren’t you? I should just fuck you on the front step next time, let everyone on the block know how much of a fucking slut you are. But you’d probably like that too much, wouldn’t you? You’d just fucking love to show off, let everyone see your tight little cunt dripping with cum.”

He dropped your chin, taking a small step back as he surveyed you before his hand wound back and then came down hard on your pussy. You let out a quiet yelp, your body shivering at the painful pleasure surging through you.

“Whose pussy is this?” He growled.

“Yours!” You whined back, your clit already throbbing when Aaron spanked it again.

“And who makes you feel this good?”

“You do daddy.” You whimpered.

“Are you a dirty little whore?” Spank. “A needy little thing?” Spank. “A pathetic little slut?” Spank. “Answer me.” Spank. “What are you?” Spank. “Say it!” Spank. Each hit a little harder than the last, his fingers coming away a little more wet and sticky each time as your arousal built back up.

“I’m a dirty whore.” You whined out, your breath caught in your throat as he spanked your pussy again.

“That’s right.” He cooed.

“I need you daddy. Can’t come without you.”

“So what are you?” He asked, spanking you once again and you whimpered.

“I’m a pathetic little slut.”

“That’s right.” Spank. “You are. Going out dressed like that. Only I’m allowed to see you like this.” Spank. “Only I’m allowed to touch you. Understood?” Spank.

“Yes daddy.” You cried out, your pussy was absolutely throbbing. Pulsing around nothing as you ached for him to do something more, juices leaking down your legs you were so turned on you could barely focus.

“Good girl.” He praised with one last spank, this one directly on your clit and you shuddered, letting out a low moan.

Aaron stepped toward you and you braced yourself for another spank but instead he shoved thee fingers into your pussy and you let out a satisfied groan. He filled you so perfectly, fingers fucking into you, curling right where you needed them, stretching you out so wonderfully your eyes fluttered shut. He thrusted them into you, flicking them out every so often, pulling your wetness out with him as he did so, watching the droplets hit the floor. “God you’re such a pathetic slut, just a hole for me to use.”

“I am daddy!” You begged, “just for you. Only for you. Need your cock. Please!” Your whining became more insistent as the pleasure built up inside you again, feeling stuffed with his fingers moving faster and harder with each breath you let out. His free hand reached up, wrapping around your throat and after only two squeezes of his hand you were coming again, pussy juices drenching his hand as you shook in his arms.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow, releasing your throat, “you want me to fill you up? Stretch out that tight pussy with my thick cock?”

“Mmmhmm.” You nodded, panting, body still twitching as your nerves fired off pleasure through your limbs.

Aaron grabbed your hips, yanking you off the counter and flipping you over, bending you over it. He grabbed one of your legs, bending it and raising it up onto the counter, spreading your pussy open for him. He let out a low groan at how you glistened in the sunlight, just absolutely drenched and fluttering for him already. He was straining against his pants, hard and throbbing when he undid his belt, pulling his cock out. He pumped it a few times, smearing the bead of pre-cum across his length.

“You’re gonna take it like a good slut, right?” He asked, rubbing his cock against your folds and you nodded, a gasp leaving your lips when he rubbed the tip through you, teasing you, coating him in your juices. “That’s what I thought.”

With one swift thrust of his hips he buried his cock into you, letting out a grunt at how tight you were, how good you felt around him. His hand pressed against your lower back, keeping you pinned to the counter as he set a brutal pace, cock plunging into you fully with each thrust of his hips. It didn’t take long before you were a whimpering mess, barely able to make out words as he fucked you into oblivion. His hand tangled into your hair, yanking your chest up and his cock managed to hit even deeper within you.

“Oh god…” you moaned, pussy clamping down around him, “feels… s- soo good.”

His free hand cracked down on the globe of your ass and you whimpered, “louder! I want the whole street to know who you belong to.”

“Fuck! Daddy!” This one was louder, “oh god, don’t stop!”

“Who owns this tight little cunt?” His breathing was starting to get laboured, feeling you squeeze around him, the squelching sounds coming from you enough to make him twitch and throb already.

“You do daddy!” You cried out, “this pussy’s all yours.” You could barely keep your eyes open, the feeling of his body on yours, his cock stretching you out perfectly, you could feel every ridge and vein. Your entire body was on fucking fire already.

“Who makes you feel this fucking good? Hmm?”

“Oh fuck! Aaron!” There was no holding it back anymore and you honestly didn’t care who heard, the man was making you see stars. “make me feel so good. Love your cock.”

“Gonna fuck you stupid.” He grunted, thrusting harder into you, watching the way you were starting to shake. He spit onto your ass, letting the saliva drip down to your tight hole before his thumb began to circle it and you let out a moan. He eased his thumb into it and your moans got louder, pussy clenching down around his cock.

“Oh fuuckk..” It was guttural, deep in the back of your throat and he just knew the effect he was having on you right now, hips snapping into yours sharper and faster with each thrust.

“You like that?” He teased, his thumb fully seated, “want me to fuck your ass too? Let my cum leak out of all your holes?”

“Yes!” You cried out, “oh god yes daddy! Fill me up, please!”

“Little cum slut.” His word were accented with a particularly harsh thrust and you yelped, your body falling back down onto the counter. You whimpered out, each thrust of his cock pulled a louder whine from you, your hands clawing at the counter, your pussy pulsing again and again, squeezing around Aaron tighter and tighter.

“I’m gonn—gon come.” You choked out, fire shooting through your body and Aaron spanked your ass with his free hand before it wrapped around your hip, finding your clit and starting to rub.

“Want you to squirt for me again, come on my cock like the whore you are.” His fingers were already covered in your slick, “let everyone hear how pretty you sound when you come.”

“Harder.” You choked out and the next thrust sent your hips pushing into the counter sharply, his fingers pressed heavier against your pulsing nub, your cunt clenching around him as he throbbed inside you. “Oh god daddy. Fuck! FUCK!”

With one final cry you were shaking between his body and the counter, thighs trembling as your pussy squeezed so tightly around him he let out a loud swear. His thumb slipped out of your ass so he could grab your hips, bracing himself to chase his own peak, pulling you back onto his cock harder with each thrust. The point where your bodies met was soaked, juices and sweat coating both of you, it was only a matter of minutes, listening to you whimper, feeling you flutter around his length in aftershocks before he let out a loud grunt and his hips stilled. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his cum painting your walls, the way his cock pulsed inside you. He squeezed at his cock, making sure you’d gotten every last drop before he pulled out.

“Such a good little slut.” He purred, his fingers moving between your legs, scooping up the mixture of cum and shoving it back into you.

You gasped, your back arching up, sensitive from the multiple orgasms he’d pulled from you already. You couldn’t help but shudder as he fucked his cum back deep inside you. It was only once he was satisfied and had caught his own breath that his fingers left you, his clean hand soothing up and down your back and he gently nudged your stiff leg off the counter, pulling you up into his arms, your back flush to his chest. He pressed a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you.

“Holy fuck Aaron.” You groaned; your throat nearly hoarse and he chuckled, kissing the side of your head.

“You alright there sweetheart?”

“Fucking perfect.”

“Good.” He turned you in his arms, smiling down at you before he leant down to kiss you softly, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking at your skin. “Quite the mess….” He teased, glancing down and you laughed.

“Remind me to mop the floor tomorrow.”

“I mean, I did cause it, I’ll do it.” He offered with a grin and you laughed again, popping up on your toes to kiss him again.

“You’re too good to me.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” He shot you a sheepish grin and you cocked a brow at him, your head tilting in confusion, “when I came home Mrs. Henderson was out gardening.” His eyes flicked toward the very open window that faced the neighbours yard and you gasped, swatting at his chest.

“Aaron!” You scolded, “well now we are definitely skipping the next block party.”

“If fucking you stupid is all I have to do to get out of those, then you can guarantee it happening every time.” He smirked and you laughed, shaking your head at him.

“I’m not gonna argue that.” You murmured, lips curving up into a grin as he kissed you again.

“Now how about we get you into a nice bath? Hmm?”

“I’d love that.”

________________________

aaron calls your name, tipping his head to the side as a signal for you to come. you abide, leaving the detective right where he is and as a result, he subtly glares at aaron for interrupting his time with you and his advances. aaron steps aside to let you pass, and as soon as you do, he shoots daggers right back.

truthfully, he's extremely lucky that's all aaron did.

you follow him to one of the empty interrogation rooms, a small trek away from everyone else. once inside, aaron swiftly shuts the door behind you.

"what's-"

aaron's lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, causing you to gasp slightly in surprise, throwing your arms around his neck and instantly kissing him back.

it's all too easy to submit to aaron, allowing him to guide you and push you back against the door. he crowds you against it, his breath hot and heavy in your mouth, his hands exploring every curve of your body and more. every inch of you, is consumed by him.

the kiss is heated, desperate, and in the back of your mind, you distantly wonder why the suddenness - what has gotten into him? but with the pure vigor he's kissing you with, your brain had gone fuzzy; you were too consumed by the kiss to dwell on the potential reason why, or did you care.

aaron's large hands slide down your back, landing on and promptly squeezing your ass - hard. you gasp again, and aaron uses the sudden part of your lips to push his tongue into your mouth, sliding against your own. he can taste it - the flavor of your gum - and it only encourages him further, deepening the kiss.

you can't help let out a small moan, which aaron immediately swallows up from you, mindful of your volume within the current setting. your fingers find the nape of his neck, weaving and gripping onto his hair tight.

the kiss itself is wet and sloppy - all according to plan. and once the mint flavor fully invades his mouth, aaron forces himself to pull away.

and before it becomes impossible not to.

your eyes are wide as you look up at him. your cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from the intensity of the kiss. you let out a breathless laugh, chest heaving up and down. "wow. i..."

you trail off, your tone leading into more or less a question. aaron leans in once more, pressing a gentle, chaste kiss to your lips this time. "just missed you."

you take instant note of the slight, new shift of his jaw, which prompts you to realize something from your mouth is missing.

you gape at him, jaw dropping a bit in astonishment. "wait, did you take my gum?"

aaron's way of a response is opening the door, a small nudge of his head gesturing for you to exit. "after you."

you give him a confused look, yet your eyes are still dark and lined with arousal, before heading back to the others. a deep exhale leaves you as you walk away, an attempt to cool down before facing anyone else.

A small ‘oh’ fell from your lips, followed by a gasp when Aaron flipped you both around and pressed you against the shower wall, kissing you with more force than you could’ve expected. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much force. Aaron pulled away and flipped you around, putting his hand on your lower back to deepen your arch.

He leaned over you body and pressed his head in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. "You smell so damn good, baby."

You let out a shaky breath and pushed your hips back into his, reaching back to hold the back of his head. Aaron took ahold of his cock and lined it up with your entrance, he reveled in how wet you were. He pushed his hips forward, a deep groan rumbling through his chest at your cunt enveloping him.

Aaron's hips reared back and quickly snapped forward, causing your body to jerk forward and you brace yourself on the shower wall. He stood up straight and gripped your hips, pushing you against the wall until you were smushed between him and the cold tile.

"Aaron-" You moaned. Aaron's head fell down to your shoulder, his teeth sinking into your soft skin. The sudden mix of pain and pleasure sent you over the edge with a loud, drawn out cry. Aaron quickened up his pace at the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock, he wrapped his arms around your body, hoisting you up more until you almost left the ground.

He fucked you through your orgasm and until he fell into his, usually he would've lasted longer but your smell was more intoxicating than he realized. Your nails dug into his skin as a second orgasm creeped up on you. Moan after moan filled the shower along with the sound of the water hitting the floor. Aaron set you back down on your feet but kept his cock nestled deep inside your cunt, keeping his cum pushed inside. After you both calmed down he pulled out and turned you around, he leaned his forehead against yours and gave you a big grin.

"I think I'll be getting you more of that soap." He leaned back and grabbed the pink bottle so he could look at the label. You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest.

"They have a perfume too, you know." You hummed, your eyes slipping closed as you relaxed into him.

ten minutes or so passed before he spoke again, "so, big soccer fan?"

your eyes followed jack, who was dribbling the soccer ball down the field. your heart swelled with pride as he successfully kicked it to a teammate, "not until recently."

"me too." he offered you a look that he probably thought was slick, while you kept your gaze straight forward. "i'm always looking to score, if you know what i mean."

his words instantly caused your cheeks to burn, along with your whole body. it was clear he was objectifying you, with no good intentions in mind.

you didn't bother replying. hopefully, that would be a clear indicator for him to leave, or to leave you alone.

but he still chose to linger. and while he wasn't speaking, in your peripheral you kept noticing his head turn, gazing in your direction. his eyes were nearly burning a hole into you.

"shit." he swore as he suddenly stood up, picking up and moving his chair even closer to yours, "the grass is eating away at my chair. must've been that damn rain last night."

it hadn't rained last night.

the unsettling feeling he was causing you only grew, but again you didn't dare to say anything. the uncomfortableness only eased when the whistle finally blew, signaling halftime. this meant a water break and a small snack for the kids, and it meant aaron and jack would soon be joining you for a moment.

as expected, jack hurried towards you as soon as one of the other moms distributed him his snack, but paused abruptly as he reached you, his eyes scanning between you and the man. a confused expression filled his face, his bottom lip sticking out into a pout. it was the same one he produced whenever aaron gave him the fifteen minute warning for bedtime.

"mom," jack inserted himself in between the two of you, a small package of fruit snacks in hand, "can you open these for me?"

you froze for a spilt second, touched and surprised. you've been a constant in both aaron and jack's lives for almost a year now. but that title, was a first.

"of course sweet pea," you coughed a bit to clear your throat, and to stop the tears from surfacing, opening it for him.

"you did good out there kiddo," the dad spoke again, flashing a smile.

your fists clenched at that one - you knew he was trying to impress you, and you hated how he had decided to use interacting with jack to his advantage.

just wait until you find how he's the coach's son.

while you were furious, jack ever so slightly rolled his eyes, such an annoyed expression almost humorous for a child his age, choosing to focus on his snack and leaning comfortably against your shoulder.

and a minute or two later, aaron joined.

as aaron approached, his face nearly pulled into the same expression as his son's as he analyzed the visual in front of him. only his was accompanied with a more hardened, possessive aggressiveness.

"hi sweetheart," aaron greeted you, leaning in to kiss you once you were on your feet. it wasn't a chaste peck either, but rather more showy. his fingers grasped onto the waistline of your pants, pulling you flush to him. "enjoying the game?"

you nodded, still recovering from the unexpected heated kiss, looking down at jack who also was glued to your side, offering protection of his very own. you gave him a smile, ruffling his hair gently, "i think we've got a soccer star on our hands."

"speaking of," aaron started, straightening his torso and squaring his shoulders, making him appear taller. "jack, why don't you join the others. they're taking turns aiming at the goal before the game resumes."

with a nod, and after handing you the empty wrapper, jack ran off to his teammates. aaron was still holding his menacing glare, but dropped the entire expression suddenly.

"how are you feeling?"

"feeling...?" your eyebrows quirked in confusion.

"you're not too sore today, aren't you?" his eyes darted behind you, a rather confident, fiery glint within them. "i wasn't holding back last night, was i?"

oh.

"and now that i'm thinking about it, i don't think you've ever been that loud either."

aaron had always been a stickler for pda; any displays were kept to quick kisses, hand holding, and any suggestive comments were kept to a murmur, meant for you and you only. even when you tagged along with him to bau outings, such as a bar on a saturday night, he held back. anything more was private, and aaron preferred it that way - him being the only one to witness you in such a vulnerable state, was something he took gratification in, and only added to his overall pleasure.

so this, was something else. he wasn't speaking loud enough for all to hear, just enough for the man in question. your back was towards him, so you had no idea how he was reacting to aaron's words.

"i'm fine." you managed, your body also reacting immediately.

aaron's lips found home behind your ear, again conscience of his volume - just loud enough. "good, because i'm not done with you yet."

aaron's hand slid up to the small of your back, but not without stopping on the curve of your ass first - again he wasn't subtle about it, making sure it was noticeable.

and it had to be working, for the man hadn't uttered a single word.

"and actually, sweetheart." another glare pointed behind you. "would you mind helping me at the bench for the rest of the game? i could use an extra set of hands."

"of course." you blurted out, complying without a second thought.

"good girl," he was heavy on the emphasis, patting your hip affectionately. "c'mon."

you were visually flustered as you leaned down to gather your belongings, especially when aaron's hand rested on the small of your back as you did so. your eyes lifted to the man, who was avoiding all eye contact, staring off into the field with a flushed face.

once you straightened up aaron took your hand, leading you away.

"thank you." you mumbled as your hand slid up his arm, giving his bicep a squeeze.

aaron's jaw clenched. "i fucking hated the way he was looking at you."

"you wouldn't like what he was saying either." you mumbled, causing aaron's nostrils to flare in anger. but to calm him, you changed the subject, heat filling your cheeks again, "and you."

a pleased, closed lip smile graced his face. "what about me?"

"what was all that?" you teased, stomach fluttering. you already knew the answer, but it was something you wanted to hear from him again. "i've never heard you, so..."

he chuckled softly, an almost embarrassing undertone to his words. "vocal?"

"yeah." you blurted out, blinking. "it was hot."

aaron shrugged, satisfied but still agitated. "he was devouring you, practically undressing you with his eyes."

"well, i don't think he'll be trying anything again."