|Thoughest Alpha and Cutest Omega|Detroit Become Human|

Chapter 25: Smooth Criminal

The bed's head kept slamming into the wall behind it as Hank and you were engaging in carnal pleasures. As simple as the missionary position was, it was also one of Hank's go-to because he could hold you tightly in his arms and swallow your moans as the two of you kissed.

"Please Hank... Coming...!" You panted in Hank's ear and the alpha growled as he picked his thrusting eager to make your pleasure last through. He was hitting your sensitive spot and made you throw your head back in pleasure and cry out as your release hit you.

Hank groaned as he felt your walls squeezing around his cock and those inner muscles of yours pulled him down with you and he came inside, painting your insides white with his cum. The man panted as he pumped his coming cock in instinctively like he was pushing his seeds deeper into your empty womb.

You both went limb and Hank rolled to your side so he didn't crush you with his weight. You were both panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat after that pleasurable workout. You rolled to your side and slithered under Hank's arm and laid your head on his shoulder.

"I don't think I ever get tired of having sex with you." You sighed happily as you nuzzled against your alpha's neck. Hank groaned and leaned a little down to peck the top of your head. "You spoil me rotten..."

"Just hold on until we are bonded." You smiled mischievously and pecked his salty skin, followed by a lick, "I was always told I'd make a great house omega."

"You don't need to become one if you don't want to." Hank said, "We don't live in those times where omegas are expected to stay home and take care of kids. I may be old, but even I know that. You can do whatever you want."

"But..." You looked away in embarrassment, "I'd like to stay home..."

Hank looked at you in slight shock and you smiled lightly as you looked at him. "I could clean the house, prepare you a warm meal when you come home, watch after the house, and Sumo...!"

The man stared at you quietly, as he got what you got meant. Would it mean like every day would be like the birthday you had held for him? A hot meal, warm bath, or you who warmed his heart?

"You're preparing me for another round...!" Hank grumbled without thinking his words any further. You blinked in surprise before laughing and it was honestly a beautiful sound. "If you do, I'll take care of you!"

"God...!" Hank cursed before he grabbed you and pulled you up so he could kiss you on the lips. When he pulled back, he looked you straight into the eyes with his eye emitting this older alpha's charm, "You take so good care of me...!"

"Uh... Are we still talking about sex? Because I can do other stuff too!" You laughed playfully and Hank groaned. You were perfect. The two of you smiled at each other as you rested your eyes and fell against each other...

Hank's eyes snapped open suddenly and he looked around your bedroom. How long had he been asleep? Must have been napping for at least an hour if not two.

The man looked to your spot on the bed, but it was empty. Where were you? That's when Hank noticed it. This overpowering smell of food. The man picked his boxers from the floor and ventured to your kitchen and sure enough, you were there jumping there between cabinets, fridge, and small dining table. You must have noticed him from the corner of your eye because you suddenly looked at him.

"Good morning!" You cheered and Hank looked at the clock on the wall. "It's dusk."

"Yep, but I don't hear people saying good dusk!" You smiled before you looked to the side. "Or do they...?"

Hank looked at the stove but it was already turned off. You must have been done cooking since you had placed plates, forks, and spoons on the table, alongside glasses filled with soda that the old man especially liked. "What is all this?"

"I hope you don't mind, but I made some of my grandma's famous ketchup sauce with ground beef and pasta!" You cheered excitedly and quickly grabbed a plate before skipping to this hug pot you had set aside. "Please, take a seat, love!"

The alpha blinked but did as you told him to. As soon as Hank sat down you placed a hefty portion of the red pasta on the table before him.

"What makes it famous?" He asked as he took a forkful of pasta with meat and sauce on it and blew on it. You smiled as you took a seat opposite of him and grabbed your own forkful of the pasta but before you took a bite you watched your alpha take his first bone. As Hank's eyes widened you grinned.

"The amount of ketchup she used on it." You said with a wicked smile and Hank swallowed his mouthful, "Fuck!"

"Good?" You asked and he nodded. It had a LOT of ketchup in it, but it did taste good. There was also enough salt to mild down ketchup's sweetness and create a balance between them. You sighed and it looked like a huge load had been taken from your shoulders.

"Oh good, I was afraid you wouldn't honestly like it." You confessed, "I didn't have anything else really in my fridge so I thought I'd introduce you to a little part of my family."

"Speaking of your family..." Hank started and you looked at him curiously, "Yes?"

"How are you- No, how are we going to tell them about engagement?"

You brightened when Hank corrected himself, not leaving the telling about your engagement to you only, but then you thought about his words and frowned. The alpha sensed you were in distress and added, "We don't need to if you don't want to but I got this feeling you want to tell them."

"I... I don't know? I'm honestly so scared of what they think..." You admitted and your frown grew, "I hate it when they say bad things... Makes me mad...!"

Hank understood. He raised his hand and gently touched yours with his. You raised your head and saw him looking at you with that unconditional love in his beautiful blue eyes.

"No matter what, I want you to know that I'll stand by you." He said and added something he wished someone would have told him a long time ago, "You're not alone in this."

You stared at him with your eyes wide before you smiled. You lifted your hand that Hank was holding and placed a kiss on his knuckles. "Thank you, Hank." You said and looked at him with a genuine smile, "I'm so lucky to have you."

"You know I'm a cop, right?" He asked and you blinked in confusion, "Uh, yes? Why?"

"Then don't steal my words."