Warning: Everything your heart desires - pure smut, porn with feelings, fluff, pining, oral (f and m receiving), 69, PiV sex (wrap it irl), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, creampie, aftercare
A/N: Here is the link for Part 1: - The betdividers made by @djarrex
Summary: One kiss led to another - and eventually to much more. You’ve always wanted to know what they hide under their armors - they are more than willing to show you.
Another beep as you insert the access code to your apartment with trembling fingers, wrong for the second time.
“Hey, you don’t have to do this, if you are unsure about it.” A warm hand lays upon yours, easing your trepidation. Rex stands next to you, giving you a reassuring smile. You look up to him, reciprocating his smile, yet yours more…nervous.
“I…I know. I am sure… I want to,” you answer him, before glancing over your shoulder.
There they are! Eight more men, neatly lined up in the hallway, waiting for you to cross that invisible line and ready to follow you, not only into your apartment but also into sensual pleasure.
(Y/n) didn’t know when Dogma would be home next, but the 2 weeks she was waiting for him were horrible. She missed him dreadfully for one, two she knew what was coming when he got home and she regretted it. If it were up to her, she would take her little secret with Commander Wolffe to her grave, but Mia decided she had to tell him, or she would. Another week passed, a sleepless week before she got a message from him.
“I’ll be home tomorrow. I’m not sure what time, but tomorrow for sure.” Was what the message read.
It was late when Dogma was able to head home, around 11. He finally scored some shore leave and he was ready to see his wife and daughter again. Oh, how he longed to see them once again. He made his way up to their shared apartment before opening it with a small smile on his lips. As he opened the door, he heard sniffles and crying from inside. He quickly shut the door before trying to find the source of the hiccups and sobs. When he found her, she was curled up on the couch, crying. She had been for a while by the looks of it too. Her cheeks and nose were red, her eyes were puffy and had a gloss over them, and a few of the hairs that framed her face were damp from tears as the lay on her side.
“(Y-y/n) Cyar’ika, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know how to say it.” She said through her sniffling. “I-I did something terrible. I never wanted to…to tell you, but M-Mia was here a-and she said…she said… I had to or…or-” She could barely get her words out as she sobbed.
He sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to assure her and at least try to comfort her.
“You don’t have to do anything that Mia said,” He spoke. The trooper remembered her. She was the Kuati woman who was secretly dating Hardcase.
“She said if I don’t tell you then she will and if you find out from anyone else than me it will be ten times worse. I don’t want to tell you so badly, but I have to get it over with.” She said, wiping her nose with a tissue. She buried her face in his chest as another wave of sobs hit.
Dogma perked up when (y/n) collapsed into his chest, wondering what Mia could have done to upset her so much. He slowly wrapped his arms around her shaking figure, letting her crying into his chest. He was still waiting for a reason for all the tears
“What will she tell me (y/n)? Why don’t you want to tell me about it?” He asked, “Do… do you not trust me enough?”
As he let her go, she reached for the glass of water sitting on the coffee table and took a sip, trying to collect herself.
“I do. But, you’ll never trust *me* again.” She said, her voice still soft and shaky. “I don’t want to break your heart. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.” She nearly whispered.
Dogma frowned when (y/n) pulled away from him. She was being distant. Usually, she would let him in and they would talk about their problems all the time. They had always been so open and understanding with one another. Why was she being hesitant and distant now?
“(Y/n) I’ve been through so much worse, I know that I’ll be alright,” He spoke, looking at her with a pleading look in his eyes. “Just tell me what you need to say…cyar’ika?”
(Y/n) took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to collect herself enough to talk without hiccuping and crying through her words. When she opened her eyes, her gaze remained fixated on the table in front of her.
“When…when you were still in prison…” She stopped, feeling herself about to break again. “When you were in prison…I…I slept with Wolffe.” She squeezed her eyes shut, a couple of tears falling down her cheeks, waiting for his response.
Dogma froze and looked at her in absolute shock. He didn’t know what to say right then and there, but he knew that he was heartbroken. Tears formed in his eyes as he just stared at her, thinking of something to say. His worried brow turned to a scowl. As he spoke, he stood, part of him not even wanting to be near her, or look at her.
“You did what?” He raised his voice, trying his best not to yell. There was something in him that wanted to, so badly, but to see her, already in such distress. He couldn’t. However, that wouldn’t stop him from telling her how he felt. Although, he couldn’t keep himself from raising his voice, just a little. The anger and sorrow in his voice penetrated her chest and made her heart ache.
“I’m so sorry.” She whimpered quietly as a few tears well to her lap.
Dogma took a few steps back when he had heard what she said. Of all the things that they have gone through, this is how she paid him back. With dishonesty and infidelity? Running a hand down his face he turned away and looked the ground, trying to process what he had just heard.
“Why would you do this to me?” He asked, voice wavering as he spoke. “Don’t you love me? Or was this all just a game from the beginning?”
“I love you more than anything, Dogma. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you.” As she spoke, she stood from where she sat on the couch. “I didn’t know what to do. I tried so say no, but I was weak. I made a mistake and gave in.”
Dogma shook his head. He couldn’t believe this anymore.
“If you had ever truly loved me, you wouldn’t have had an affair with that Commander!” The trooper yelled, tears pricking at his eyes as he glared at (y/n). There was a right and a wrong in this situation but the only thing he could focus on was the reality of it all. The trooper took in a breath before trying to regain composure from yelling, but everything broke when he heard his little girl start to hiccup and sob in the other room.
“I tried to tell him no! So many times, but he wouldn’t leave it alone! I missed you so much and… I just…I wanted you home and…” She tried to speak through her tears and hiccups, “… I though if…if I closed my eyes…I could…”
Dogma couldn’t stand hurting his family; he was a trooper and a father. Not someone who would ultimately end up hurting the people who he really cared and loved at the end of the day. The constant need of wanting the presence of the one you loved most at your side…Maybe he could understand what she was going through. The need, the want, the touch, the sight, the love…Everything must have been so overwhelming for (y/n) when he was still behind bars. She was caught in the middle of a retrial and a new baby. When she was taken from the prison it was so abrupt and she never got the chance to say goodbye and give him one last kiss. Everything truly must have taken a huge toll on her.
(Y/n) continued to cry as she sat back down on the couch, her hands in her lap, nervously picking at the skin around her nails. The room was silent save for the hissing of the hot coals in the fireplace. The fire had died long ago, but (y/n) was in no mood to tend to it.
“I wish it never happened.” She said almost inaudibly. “I hate myself for what I’ve done. I’m so sorry.”
Dogma looked at her pitifully. He had every right in the galaxy to be angry at her, even just leave her and Saoirse right then and there, but he didn’t. He didn’t want to leave her or the family that he created. He loved and adored them; they were his pride and joy; his sanctuary in the mess of a war. He hesitantly stepped closer, before sitting at (y/n)’s side placing a hand on hers.
“(Y/n)…” He started. She let the tears come without holding anything back and cried into his shoulder. It felt wrong, seeking him for comfort. It felt hypocritical like she deserved something for what she had done, like she should be avoiding him or that he should be pushing her away. But he didn’t. He brought his free hand up to her reddened cheek, brushing away several tears.
“I never wanted to hurt you.” She cried.
Dogma’s heart broke at the sight of his lover breaking down into tears right in front of him. He knew that she never wanted to hurt him, and by all means…What she did, it didn’t matter to him anymore. Yes, she made a mistake, but mistakes happen. They can learn to forgive and love, then move on in life. He had learned a lot about forgiveness the last few weeks. Yes, it was painful, and yes, it would be a lot of work but he would do anything for her Anything for his beloved family. Raising his other hand to cup her rest of her tear-stained face, the trooper ran his thumbs over her cheeks, wiping away the warm rivulets that spiraled down her pretty face.
“I know my darling,” He started out, “But I understand why. I’m not going to tell you how and make you more upset, but I just know (y/n), I understand.” Leaning forward a bit, resting his forehead against hers, his voice was soft. “Yes, you made a mistake, but I’m willing to keep going on with you. With my family. I want to live a life with you…I said that in the cell back then, remember?” Dogma said with a soft smile on his lips, a small tear slipping out of his eye. “I intend to keep that promise forever, cyare.”
“I love you so much.” She whispered, her heart rate finally starting to calm under his touch, tears flowing to a stop. “You’re too forgiving.”
Dogma hummed lightly, taking both her hands into his. He knew that many others wouldn’t do this if their partner was disloyal, but he was willing to forgive her. He loved her, and he wanted to pursue a life with her, with a family and everything else that came along the way. He couldn’t stand being away from her for a moment. He wouldn’t want anyone else in the galaxy other than her.
“Because I love you so damn much, (y/n). You don’t even know.”
“I wish none of this ever happened.” She said, rubbing circles on his hand with her thumb.
He didn’t respond; all he did was just take in her touch. Her smell. Her everything. He slowly opened his eyes, only just a little bit to just take in the beautiful features of her face.
“We live and learn, my love. I’m willing to forgive you and move on. Right after I give Wolffe a piece of my mind.”
“Just leave it alone, love.” She said, looking up into his eyes.
“He knew you weren’t mentally in a good place and he pressured you. When you said no the first time, he should have fucking left.”
“Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” She said with a small laugh, bringing a hand to his cheek.
