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The lights in the Payback briefing room buzzed above as Ben stood at the head of the table. The team listened while he told the story of the mission in his usual loud voice.

“…and that’s how it’s fucking done,” Ben said, smirking as he slammed his gloved hand on the table. “You clowns better keep up next time.”

His eyes flicked to you, where you stood near the door, arms loosely crossed. A cocky grin spread across his face as he crooked two fingers at you.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

You walked over slowly; you could see the brattiness in Ben’s face. The second you were close enough, Ben hooked a thick arm around your waist and yanked you against his side, possessively splaying his hand over your hip in front of everyone.

“This one knows how it works,” he announced, voice dripping with arrogance. “Don’t you, baby? She understands that when I say jump, she jumps. I wear the pants in this relationship. Ain’t that right?”

A few of the team members chuckled nervously. No one dared to say anything. Ben’s temper was legendary, and his shadow loomed large over Payback.

You simply smiled. “Whatever you say, Ben,” you replied sweetly, giving his pec a light squeeze. It was a small warning for him to back down, but he didn’t seem to notice, which just annoyed you more. Normally, you would give a look, and Ben would tone it down.

But today, it seemed he wanted to get punished.

Ben suddenly leaned down and pressed a rough, claiming kiss to your temple, loud enough for the others to feel uncomfortable.

“Damn right,” he muttered against your skin. “My wife knows who’s in charge.”

⛧°. ⋆༺☾𖤓༻⋆. °⛧

You slammed the door as you and Ben came back from the meeting. You saw how Ben’s smile lowered a bit before going back to an arrogant, smug smirk. He leaned against the wall of your shared room as if he owned it.

“You are such a damn brat, Ben!” You shouted, slapping him across the face so hard it took him a few minutes to even understand what happened.

“Doll, fuck..” Ben muttered, his lip had split open from the slap, though it quickly healed up, the blood remaining. It was clear Ben was very surprised by the sudden violence, but given that his suit tightened around the crouch. The older supe was clearly into it.

It didn't take long for you to get Ben over the bed with your super strength; the man's pants pulled down around his ankles. He looked so pathetic like that, and you loved it. Breaking down a strong man like Ben was always wonderful.

You ignored his whines as you got your strap-on on your waist. He had been a brat, so he was going to get punished like one.

You slapped his ass, making him yelp. "Don't complain, you brat. You know why you're over this bed like a naughty child." You spat as you gave him no warning as you thrusted into him, making him choke a bit.

"You bi-!"

SLAP

"What were you gonna say?"

"Nothing, ma'am…" Ben muttered, moaning slightly as pleasure started taking over his feelings.