julia

warning/notes: role play, handcuffs, infantilization, a hint of ddlg, oral sex (f receiving), pussy slapping, orgasm denial, pet names. english is not my native language, not proofread.

"hands up, you're under arrest, sir!" you walk into the bedroom- barge in, shoving the door with your shoulder like a real cop- toy gun in hand. aj is lying on the bed, laptop on his knees, all his attention focused on studying a bank floor plan just a second ago.

but now, all his attention is entirely on you.

his gaze trails down your body, fitted in a dark blue jumpsuit, sex shop handcuffs dangling from your belt. his eyes travel up to your face- pure charm, the little minx he got stuck with so he could never relax a single day in his life. you keep him on edge- his favorite girl, the one who makes him plan every heist more carefully- not just out of responsibility to the guys, but because of you. he can't leave you alone.

"yeah, kitten?" aj snorts, lazily raising his palms. "gonna read me my charges? miranda rights?"

you step closer, still aiming the toy gun at him, your lips pressed together to keep from laughing- you're taking this game seriously, even if you started it yourself.

"sir, i'm not a kitten, and you can't speak to a police officer that way," you shove his laptop aside with one hand, keeping your weapon trained on aj with the other. he's not even trying to hide the smug smirk on his face.

"call me sir again, officer kitten…" he gently knocks the toy gun out of your hands and pulls you on top of him, making you lie flat against his chest, "…and i'll eat you alive. right now."

you immediately start squirming, squeaking and laughing- aj's long fingers tickling your sides, his nose burying in your hair- you smell sweet, like always, and that scent drives him insane every single time.

"sir- you're interfering with an arrest- this is assault on a police officer!" breathless from laughter, you try to continue your 'arrest'. aj moves his laptop to the nightstand so you don't accidentally crush it, and flips you over smoothly- now you're on your back, and he's hovering above you.

he settles on your hips, not with his full weight, so you're not uncomfortable, and unclips the handcuffs from your belt.

"looks like officer kitten needs to be taught a lesson," he gently takes your wrists and cuffs them to the headboard. you immediately start pouting, brows furrowed- aj is ruining your game. you were supposed to win, not him.

"i'm not a kitten!" you huff, but to aj it sounds like a kitten hissing at a lion.

he leans forward and gently bites your pouty lower lip, tugging it slightly while his fingers work on your jumpsuit zipper.

"…and it's only because i respect your determination, and the bravery of your hissing, that i'm not spanking you and fucking you stupid," aj murmurs against your lips, satisfied at how your pupils instantly dilate and your thighs instinctively press together. his palms spread your legs apart again. he only now realizes his mistake- should've undressed you before cuffing you, because there's no way he's getting this jumpsuit off now. without thinking twice, aj rips the flimsy fabric- you really didn't buy the best police costume. the handcuff key falls out of the pocket, and he sets it on the nightstand before pulling off your panties and tossing them on the floor. you give your ruined jumpsuit a sad look, but it doesn't last long.

aj settles comfortably between your legs, palms gripping your thighs, and starts kissing and nibbling the inside of them. he knows you love this- and he loves feeling the shiver run through your body, seeing your dreamy half-lidded eyes and your desperate attempts to squeeze your legs together.

"no, no, baby. you know the rule- gotta keep those legs nice and wide. didn't they teach you that at the police academy?" aj snorts, giving your pussy a light slap. you're already wet, always so sensitive, and you whimper when he spanks you.

he ducks his head between your sensitive folds and breathes in the scent of your arousal. your natural smell- the one he feels everywhere, always, like it's soaked into his skin- drives him crazy every single time.

aj eats you out greedily- loud slurping sounds fill the room, like he's genuinely trying to devour you. his tongue flicks over your sensitive clit, lips wrapping around the tender bud, sucking- drawing out more moans and whimpers- and then he slides his tongue inside you. for some reason it always tickles, and you squirm, bucking your hips against the bed, never stopping your whining- and aj loves every second of it.

"aj…" you purr, desperately tugging at the handcuffs, wanting to bury your fingers in his hair, pull his face closer to your hot, wet pussy- but that's exactly the point. he's not going to let you come.

he slaps your flushed vulva a few times- blood rushing to your sensitive, aching core.

"wrong," he murmurs, lifting his head just enough to look at your face.

"sir," you correct yourself, desperately bucking your hips, "please…"

aj dives back between your legs. his hands grip you tighter, fingers sinking into the soft skin of your thighs and ass as he circles his tongue around your clit, alternating with sucking. he reads your breathing, the tremor in your body- the moment he feels you're close, he pulls away sharply, another few light slaps landing on your pussy.

aj isn't going to let you come. not now. that would be too easy.

he kneels between your legs, his chin glistening with your juices, fingers sliding between your folds to collect your wetness- then he pushes them into your parted lips. you immediately lick, suck, hollowing your cheeks, tears welling in your eyes- but aj isn't easily fooled. you're his little crybaby. he's used to it.

he gently pulls his fingers from your mouth and reaches for the handcuff key.

"hope you learned your lesson, officer kitten. don't go after the big fish. start with something your own size," aj smirks, uncuffing you. he takes your stiff wrists in his palms, gently massaging them, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. "i didn't hear you."

"yes, sir," you whimper, vision hazy from how close you were- and how cruelly you were denied. you finally squeeze your legs shut.

“and I 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 him, I 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 him, I 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 him.”