Crest Fallen Light (Oc X Ben 10)

That... that.... THAT'S MY HUSBAND

Warning! This chapter Jen chapter, and know this, this chapter will contains 18+ actions please skip this chapter if needed.

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Michael sighed, leaning back against the pillows, his toned arm draped around Jen's bare shoulders as she nuzzled into him. The room was quiet, the warmth of their bodies still lingering from their earlier passion. For once, everything felt calm, peaceful.

Jen hummed contently against his chest, her fingers lazily tracing circles over his skin. "Darling... you were so rough tonight," she purred, her voice sweet and breathless.

Michael smirked, his hand sliding down her back to rest on her hip. His grip was firm. "Du hast mich um mehr angefleht, nicht wahr?" (You begged me for more, didn't you) he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

His German accent laced his words with a rough edge. "Du wolltest es. Tu nicht so, als hättest du es nicht getan." (You wanted it. Don't pretend you didn't)

Jen flushed, biting her lip. "Mmh... maybe..." she admitted shyly, her gaze flickering away, only for Michael to tug her hair gently, bringing her eyes back to his.

"Don't play coy with me, Jen. I know you did." His voice was a mix of warmth and dominance, making her shiver in his hold.

Before she could answer, his Ultimatrix buzzed, glowing brightly on his wrist.

Michael groaned, his head falling back onto the pillow. "Shadow... this better be good."

"Incoming call, Plumbers Headquarters," Shadow's voice echoed.

Jen's expression darkened instantly. She clung to Michael tighter, her body pressing into his possessively.

Michael sighed and accepted the call. "Yeah, what is it?"

A voice on the other end crackled through. Michael's expression shifted from annoyance to mild surprise. "The Highbreed? A banquet? Seriously? They want to celebrate the 'new Highbreed race' with a week-long party?"

Michael snorted. "Yeah, alright. I'll be there."

Jen shot up, her eyes wide. "Wait — what?! You're not going." Her voice was soft but filled with unwavering conviction.

Michael raised a brow at her, his expression calm yet unwavering. "Jen, it's a political event. Reiny's been calling for over a year. It's just one week."

"No," she whispered, her voice trembling as she hugged him tighter. "You're not leaving me. I won't let you."

Michael sighed, running his hand through Jen's soft hair as she nuzzled into his chest like a cat refusing to let go of its favorite spot. Her warmth pressed against him, and he could feel the possessiveness radiating off her.

"Jen..." Michael started gently, but Jen didn't let him finish.

"No," she murmured, voice muffled against his skin. "You're not going. Not without me. I won't let them take you away for a whole week."

Michael sweatdropped again, feeling the tension rising. "It's not like I'm staying forever, Jen. It's just a Highbreed celebration thing, a formality."

Jen looked up at him, her eyes dangerously soft, but her voice low and dark. "You're mine, Michael." She pouted, though there was a flicker of something more intense beneath her playful look. "I finally have you all to myself after everything we've been through. You think I'm just going to let them drag you across the galaxy for a week? Without me?"

Michael blinked, caught off guard by the shift in her tone. He recognized that look. It was the same one she gave when someone tried to flirt with him, or worse — when someone dared to touch him.