Misa amane

It only took two study sessions for your mind to change entirely.

His dorkiness quickly became endearing, especially when you realized just how cute he was up close. His messy hair and stupid glasses were stupidly attractive. He was surprisingly jacked under all the layers he normally wore. And, god, his eyes.

If he looked at you with his eyes all wide and innocent-looking one more time, you were certain you’d end up jumping him.

All of that, paired with how cute and blushy he got any time you flirted with him, was the perfect storm: you needed him bad.

You opened the front door of your apartment a little further, allowing him inside. He shuffled just past you, dropping his bag unceremoniously in order to pull off his shoes. You leaned against the wall to observe him as he did, finding yourself watching his every move like a hawk as of late. It was hard not to. You’d certainly had enough dirty dreams in the weeks prior, leading to even dirtier thoughts guiding your hand every time you go that familiar feeling fluttering in your stomach.

You only snapped out of it when he turned to you, his cheeks flushing a bit as he realized you were watching him. Only, you weren’t so nervous. You never were one to shy away from a crush. You merely smiled at him, pulling yourself off the wall and grabbing his arm.

“Come on,” you said, tugging him towards your room.

“W-what?” he blushed harder, quickly grabbing his bag as you pulled him along. “What about the… the living room?”

“My roommate is watching a movie in there with her boyfriend tonight,” you stated, omitting the fact that you asked her to occupy the space that night so you’d have an excuse to get him in your bedroom.

“Oh…” 

“It’s okay. My bed’s comfier anyway. Trust me,” you smirk over your shoulder, loving the fact that you could practically read what went through his mind in that moment.

That was the other thing you found yourself liking about Dave: you could read him like a book. Any time he was nervous, he fiddled with his hands. Any time he was stressed about class, he buried a hand in his hair roughly. And any time he was thinking dirty thoughts, those cute, pouty lips of his opened slightly and his eyes got all wide and round. Not to mention, he’d suck in a shaky breath. It was fucking endearing and horrifically sexy.

And he was doing it right then.

You turned over how you’d get your way as you pulled him into your room, though you knew it probably wouldn’t be hard. He obviously thought you were hot, and you still had plenty of time to do work on the speech before he’d leave.

You let go of him at last, shutting the door behind the both of you. You then shuffled over to your bed, sliding off your slippers before you got onto your bed, kneeling on the soft mattress. You patted the spot next to you, trying not to smile at the fact that he was looking at you as if he was thinking a little too hard about something else again. After a beat, though, he obeyed.

“Attaboy,” you mumbled, just to get another reaction out of him.

He cleared his throat, settling in uncomfortably. “So… Uh…”

“So…” you tilted your head in question, leaning in a little closer to him.

“Uh…” he gulped, looking down at you as you were mere inches from him. “Uh… We’re… Our topic is about killer whales, right?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, blinking your lashes at him. “Guess we gotta figure out how we’re doing it, huh?”

“What?” he squeaked out.

You grinned a little, raising a brow. He sucked in a breath when he finally pulled his head out of the gutter.

“Oh. Right. Right, yeah. How to… how to do it,” he nodded, too quickly to be natural. “Sorry, I don’t know where my head’s at.”

“That’s alright. No worries,” you smiled sweetly, resting a hand on his thigh gently.

He stiffened up physically, and you could only imagine the same happened in his pants. You squeezed his leg for a little extra emphasis. 

“You okay?” you asked.

“Mm… Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

He nodded a little, glancing briefly at your chest. You were in.

“Hey,” you said softly, rubbing up and down his leg. “You don’t need to act so shy. I don’t bite that hard.”

He blinked a few times, chewing on his lip. “I’m just… a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“Well… It’s just that… I mean that, that you’re–”

You chuckled to yourself. “I’m totally fucking with you, by the way.”

“What?” he asked, his voice high pitched.

“I said I’m fucking with you,” you repeated, sliding your hand up to his crotch. “Ooh. Someone’s excited, huh?”

“Uh…” he squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

He paused, breathing heavy. “I don’t know.”

You laughed fully, moving your hand away again. He breathed out a sigh of relief, though you made sure to stop his relaxation in its tracks. You swung a leg over his hips, settling down onto his lap. He groaned, his hands grabbing at your thighs immediately.

“What are you doing?” he breathed out, clearly not protesting it.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks, Lizewski. You can’t seriously be that oblivious,” you muttered before smashing your lips into his.

He let out a shuddering, whiny moan into your lips, kissing you back like he’d been dreaming of it. You hoped he had been. You nipped his lip, getting him to open up for you to slide your tongue against his. He gripped your thighs and hips, his hands greedy as they wandered over your body. 

“You’re so pretty,” he gasped out as you moved your lips across his cheek and down his jaw. “Fuck, I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

You hummed happily, moving your lips down his neck. You licked and sucked at his skin, drawing out a million little sounds from his lips. You nipped at him, then sucked hard on his skin, determined to leave a mark. He moaned your name, squeezing your ass with both hands, relishing in the feel of your body beneath your thin shorts.

“Shh, baby,” you mumbled, licking over the new mark on the base of his neck. “There. Looks real pretty.” “Shit,” he whimpered, trying like hell to move your hips over his.

“Desperate,” you whispered into his ear, obliging him with a roll of your body.

He moaned softly, needy and clearly wanting more. But you wanted to see how far you could push him. You rolled your hips again and again over the obvious erection straining against his baggy jeans. You couldn’t imagine it felt great, but all the same, he wasn’t complaining. He wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck, his shaggy hair tickling the underside of your jaw.

“How’s it feel, baby?” you teased.

He merely groaned, staying silent for a few moments. “I… it kind of hurts. But please don’t stop.”

“Here,” you said, going up on your knees. “Pull your jeans down. It’ll feel better.”

He gulped, but quickly obliged your request. He clumsily pulled his jeans down his legs, clearly wanting and ready despite the fact that he looked like a deer in the headlights. You lowered yourself back down, grinding against him once more. He whined softly, guiding your hips with his eyes glued to where your bodies met through the fabric.

“Have you ever done anything like this?” you asked, a little amused at how excited he was.

“Only once… high school girlfriend…” he muttered in response. 

You chuckled softly. “Poor boy.”

He groaned, continuing to move you over his nearly-painful erection. You kissed down his neck, leaving a few marks for him to remember you by when he went to bed that night. He continued letting soft, pathetic noises fall from his lips, practically panting at this point.

“You getting close already, Lizewski?” you whispered, lips brushing his ear.

He merely nodded, his hands gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go. He breathed into your neck, chasing his release. But you couldn’t have that.

“You want more, don’t you?” you asked softly, winding your hand in his hair to give it a little tug.

He nodded his head, staring at you with a slack jaw.

“Okay, angel. What do you say?”

“P-please,” he whimpered softly.

You smiled to yourself, moving up on your knees and quickly working to shove his jeans down his thighs further. You paused, glancing up at him with a devilishly sweet smile.

“You think you can manage to pull those off the rest of the way so I can get my shorts off?” 

He nodded earnestly. “Yes. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Good boy,” you patted his leg, then rolled off of him to shimmy out of your shorts and panties, not wanting to wait any longer. 

You’d been patient for what felt like ages now, not jumping on the guy out of respect. But you were only a woman, and you could only put off your desires for so long: especially when he clearly wanted you just as much.

You kept your eyes on him as he pushed his briefs off, laying back on the bed with his chest heaving and hair messy around him. His cock was hard and ready and so gorgeous. He wasn’t massive or anything, but between the coloring and his shape, you were certain it was the prettiest you’d seen. The slightest curve pointing towards his tummy that was now partially exposed from his shirt riding up.

“Wow.”

“What?” He asked breathlessly, looking up at you with wide, wet eyes.

You smirked at his desperation. “You’re just really pretty like this.”

He whined softly, obviously trying not to look at your exposed lower half as you crawled towards him on the mattress again.

“I’m really glad we got paired up for this class,” you admitted, straddling his legs. “Don’t think I would’ve ever considered you otherwise. But now I can’t stop thinking about fucking you.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, his eyes falling shut. “Please.”

“You sound so sweet when you beg.”

“Please,” he repeated, looking at you in utter need, his hands sliding up your thighs and to your hips.

“Shh,” you whispered back to him, reaching down to stroke his firm cock. He practically squeaked, his hips thrusting into your hand. “You’re awfully responsive, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” he all but moaned in response. “God, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks, honey,” you replied noncommittally, dragging his tip through your folds to gather the slick there. He let out a shaky groan, fingers tightening on your hips.

“Wait,” he exclaimed softly, shaking his head.

You raised a brow, stopping your movements. “You alright?”

“Yeah. No, I’m… I am so good, you have no idea,” he mumbled quickly, still staring at you. “I just… I’d really like to be on top. If that’s okay.”

You chuckled, then nodded, obliging his request. You rolled off of him, laying on your back with your head in the pillows.

“Only because you asked so nice.”

“Thank you,” he said, whiny and needy as he moved between your legs. He let out a breathy moan as he slid his tip against you again. “You’re so soft. Wet.”

“I know.”

“Mm…”

He moaned, nearly looking like he could cry, as he started pushing into you. His eyes were glued to where you swallowed the head of his cock easily, brows knit together as he breathed heavy. 

“God… fuck…” he whined, falling on top of you with his head in your neck, letting himself ease into you. You gasped softly when he finally bottomed out, feeling yourself gush around him. “Fuck. You feel so fucking good. So good.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you reply, carding your hand through his hair and tugging it softly.

He lifted his head to take off his glasses, setting them on your bedside table. 

“Thank you. For letting me do this,” he whimpered, his face lowering back to your neck. 

He started thrusting his hips against yours slowly, sucking and biting at your neck as you felt his cock drag along your walls almost teasingly. He breathed heavily, every little needy noise like music to your ears. You ran your nails across his back, wanting to mark him and make him remember you every waking moment of his life. 

“You feel perfect,” he squeaked out, his hips starting to snap harder against yours as he grew more needy chasing his release. “I’ve had a crush on you all year. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

You chuckled breathily, his body pinning yours to the mattress as his hand gripped the sheets above your head. He moaned at every thrust, practically using your body to get himself off. Not that you minded. It was unbelievably hot to see him so desperate for you that he almost couldn’t help the way he pushed himself into you. 

“I could cum inside you right now,” he moaned again, moving his head to kiss you once. “Promise I won’t. But I could… I’m so close.”

“You can cum anywhere you want.”

He groaned, kissing you again, all tongue and want. “Please… Take off the shirt. Wanna… your tits.”

“Yeah?”

“Please,” he begged, whining as he kept pushing into you. “Please. I’d do anything.”

“Okay, baby,” you complied with a self-satisfied smirk, tugging at your shirt until you were able to pull it over your head. You watched him as he eyes were drawn to your breasts bouncing in your bra before you pulled that off, too.

“Oh, god…”

“You like them, huh?”

“Love ‘em,” he groaned, gripping one of your tits roughly with his hand. “God.”

“Mm…” you moaned a little, back arching into his touch. “Fuck, I’m close, too.”

“Really?” His eyes widened.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, shit. Okay. I’m… fuck, that’s so hot,” he said quickly, looking at you like you’d hung the stars just for him. “I– I’ll make you cum first. Promise.”

“Baby…”

“No, please. I wanna watch you,” he breathed out, eyes moving between your face and tits as he tried his damndest not to cum before you did.

You decided you’d be nice, just this once, and moved your hand between your bodies. You rubbed quick little circles around your clit as he kept railing you into the mattress, trying to get yourself to finish first. He whined as he kept going, squeezing his eyes shut as he clearly put in a lot of effort to hold himself off.

“You’re close?” he checked.

“Yeah. Really close. Almost there.”

“Mm…” he groaned, lowering his head and sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.

That did it.

You gasped, moaning his name as you clenched hard around his dick, soaking him in your release as he thrusted as fast as he could manage. Though you were left empty only a few seconds later as he pulled out, just in time to shoot his seed all over your bare chest. He groaned wantonly, stroking himself a little bit as he finished.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, voice high pitched and whiny. “Holy fuck. Fuck.”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed, mouth hung open as he tried catching his breath. “Uh huh.”

“You’re adorable,” you chuckled, watching as he sat down next to you, still trying to breathe normally again.

He nodded. “God damn.”

You reached for the tissues on your bedside table, wiping the cum off of your breasts as Dave fell back onto your bed in a combination of bliss and exhaustion. You chuckled at his actions, shaking your head.

“I think this makes our study sessions way more fun,” you offered after a moment.

The first few shots of Malibu went down a treat, burning your throat and sending warmth through your body. It took four more shots before you couldn’t feel the burn anymore. A further 3 shots and you’d completely forgotten the reason you needed the night out.

“Let’s go dance!” You shouted to your friend, Amber, over the loud music. The lights of the club bounced off of the dance floor, beckoning you both to it.

Your hips swayed to the music pounding from the speakers. You were already keeping to a smooth rhythm, but the alcohol kicking in had your body moving with even more fluidity.

You closed your eyes and let your head roll back to the music. All you wanted to do was be fully in the moment. You didn’t want to think about how the last few weeks had sent your mind through a tornado.

Your neighbour, Thragg, had taken you on a whirlwind. Somehow, the sex got even better than the very first night where you’d barged your way into his home. He’d claim you with such a dominance that you were ruined for anyone else. Those nights, you’d cum so hard you thought a piece of your mind would genuinely explode.

Dominance oozed off of him. He didn’t need to do anything for you to submit. Each time he claimed you physically, you claimed a piece of him emotionally.

He’d whisper to you when he thought you had fallen asleep, telling you stories of a life that you didn’t really understand. Sometimes his voice would soothe you to sleep. He’d grumble but listen intently as you told him about your day or a new show you were watching. For every five words you said, he’d say one, but you knew he was just engaged in the conversation as you were.  

But then, as if a switch flipped, there’d be days of radio silence. He wouldn’t answer the door when you knocked, he wouldn’t respond to the notes you slipped under his door (how he functioned without a phone, you did not know). It was confusing.

You knew this wasn’t healthy but there was something so mesmerising about him. You felt like you knew him beyond surface level, a part of him so deep that even he wasn’t acquainted with. He carried himself like he had the weight of a civilisation on his shoulders. It intrigued you to no end. You didn’t doubt that there were people that relied on him, his aura screamed leader, not that you’d ever seen him interact with others.

That was probably the part of himself that he was keeping from you. It made you want to know him more, break down those walls he had built so high. It meant that, when he came crawling back into your bed, which he did every time, you accepted it. The toxic cycle repeating like a cursed merry-go-round.

“I’m sorry ladies, it’s home time,” Amber’s boyfriend shouted over the music.

“Boooo,” Amber called. Any other time, you would have agreed with her sentiment. Truthfully, you were ready to get out of there. Your mind had begun to wander so much you were already pulled away from the dance.

The three of you fought your way through the crowd and out into the cold night-time air. Your dress was too short for how cold the weather was, but you didn’t dress for the weather, you dressed for how hot you wanted to look.

You weren’t outside for long, climbing into Amber’s boyfriend’s parked car, full of gratitude that he committed to staying sober so you would both be able to have a carefree night.

Amber slides into the back seat with you. Her boyfriend happy to play the role of cab driver.

“I’m so happy that you’re so happy,” you told her genuinely. She’d been with her current boyfriend a few months now and you were just glad she was finally with someone who’d treat her right. Her last boyfriend was too immature.

You gossiped and giggled with Amber the whole drive home. It had been too long since you had last seen her.

You felt the car turning onto your street before you knew it. You started preparing to get out when the car continued forward, stopping further down the road.

“I’m not letting you out there, there’s some huge man stood in front of your apartment block,” Amber’s boyfriend called back to you.

At that, you and Amber turned in your seats to look through the back window of the car. It took your drunk eyes a minute of focusing to realise that the ‘huge man’ stood there was Thragg. He was angrily staring straight ahead, a frown knitting his eyebrows together, and hands crossed behind his back. It had been days since you last saw him.

At the sound of your gasp, he turned to look directly at you, his eyes seeming to gleam in the night. You and Amber quickly turned back in your seats.

“So, um, that’s Thragg.”

“THAT’S him?” Amber gasps, turning back to look at him. “Good job sis.”

“Don’t look at him,” you hissed, pulling Amber to face front. You had told her bits and pieces about him, conveniently leaving out the parts where he’d abandon you for days at a time. It didn’t feel like something she’d be able to forgive and you didn’t want her to hate him. You also knew what whatever you had told her had been passed on to her man.

“He looks mad,” Amber’s boyfriend laughed, “I think you’re in trouble.”

“BIG mad,” she added. “He looks like he’s going to punish you for being out past curfew.” Amber laughed hard at this, you knew it was the alcohol.

They both smiled at you mischievously and Amber’s boyfriend wiggled his eyebrows at you through the rear-view mirror. You were not drunk enough for this nor were you drunk enough to face Thragg.  

“I’m getting out now.” You stumbled out of the car, making you think that maybe you were drunk enough.  

“See you soon, girlie, have a good night.” Amber winked at you as they sped away.

You took a second to compose yourself before walking to the direction of your apartment building. You were determined to ignore the fact that you couldn’t walk in a straight line, made harder by the fact that Thragg was staring you down.

You stopped before him, standing as straight as you could under his gaze. You noticed him his eyes trail down to where your short dress stopped and back up to the goosebumps on your sleeveless arms. You just knew he was thinking about how impractical your outfit was. It left you too exposed. He obviously didn’t understand the power of look good, feel good.

Moments passed with you waiting for him to break the silence. You wouldn’t be the first to speak, two could play his silly game.

“It’s late,” Thragg eventually stated as a matter of fact.

That got an eye roll from you and a look that said ‘well duh’. When Thragg said nothing more, you kept it pushing towards the lobby of your apartment.

“It’s late and you weren’t at home,” Thragg called to your retreating back. Your steps halted but you didn’t turn to face him. You weren’t sure what he was getting at here, and you didn’t want to give yourself the chance to misinterpret his words.

“So, what, you were just stood out here for hours waiting for me to come home?” Your words were coming out so slurred that even you noticed it.

“It’s not safe to be outside when it’s late.” It was too cold and you really were too drunk to have this conversation now. The world had begun to spin and engaging in this would require too much brain power.

“Ok, well thank you for the sudden concern, I’m going in.” You kept walking, turning to take the stairs as you thought that would be the safer option over the shaky lift.  

Thragg followed behind you. “My concern is not sudden, you simply chose not to notice.”

If you weren’t so concentrated on not tripping up the stairs, you might have given his words more attention. He didn’t say another word the rest of the trek up the stairs and as you stumbled into your apartment, his footsteps were silent behind you but you knew he had followed you here too.   

You beelined to the sofa, hoping to rest your eyes for a minute before you prepared yourself for bed. The alcohol lulled you to deep sleep too easily.

You were woken up by the sun shining through your window, you had forgotten to close the curtains last night and now you were paying for it. You groaned, mentally preparing yourself for what it would feel like when you opened your eyes.

You opened one eye at a time, surprised that it wasn’t as painful as you thought it’d be. Just a minor headache, you could deal with that.

You looked around, confused. You could have sworn you fell asleep on the sofa but here you were, tucked under the covers of your bed.  

“Oh shit,” you muttered, hands flying to your head. At least drunk you had remembered to wrap up your hair under your bonnet before passing out.

You looked around the room and saw your dress from the night before on the floor. You threw back the covers, wondering what you were wearing. You were happy to find you’d changed into your nightgown. You were on a roll and you’d had no recollection of doing it.

As you brushed your teeth, you tried to piece together any memories you had of getting ready for bed. You were a little concerned at how there was none. The last thing you remembered was the weight of the sofa as Thragg came to sit next to you.  

You stumbled your way through the apartment to get to your kitchen. You needed water. And food. But mostly water. You came to a halt when you saw Thragg sitting on one of the dining room chairs. He was so huge you mourned for the poor chair trying to support his weight.

“You’re still here?” You were surprised; he was never here in the morning.  

“You begged me to stay.” Thragg spoke so simply, it made the embarrassment spread across your chest to the tips of your fingers.

“That doesn’t sound entirely accurate,” you said.

“I have no need to lie,” Thragg said, raising an eyebrow. “It was right after you chastised me for keeping things from you and just before I prepared you for bed.”

You buried your face in your hands and groaned. You were content to keep thinking that you had somehow gotten ready for bed through your sheer will power alone. You did not need to know that he had dressed you and did up your hair. You supposed you had gone through the routine enough times in front of him that he picked it up. You didn’t realise he was paying any attention.  

You took a couple of deep breaths, telling yourself there was no point dwelling on the past. So what, you had begged your ridiculously hot neighbour to stay with you. So what, he had taken care of you in your drunken state. With one last deep breath, you dropped your hands and continued about your day. You busied yourself in the kitchen, preparing your breakfast and doing your best to ignore Thragg’s presence. It was your turn to pretend like the other didn’t exist.

You sit down at the dining table, mouth salivating at the greasy breakfast food you know will clear this headache.

“I have… responsibilities to my people… from… my hometown.” Thragg’s voice was low, as if the words he was speaking weren’t allowed to be said out loud. There was a question at the tip of your tongue, but you held it back, scared any acknowledgement of what he was saying would stop him talking.

“The leader of our…tribe… trusted me to ensure the endurance of our… village. I failed. Because of my… miscalculation, we lost our home.” You could hear how carefully he’s choosing his words. A part of you felt like it was because he was giving you a half truth but it was better than no truth at all.

“Our numbers have dwindled to a precious few. I cannot let our lineage fade.” Thragg hadn’t made eye contact with you the entire time he was talking. It made the moment feel vulnerable.

“Is that why you were so weird about the birth control thing?” It wasn’t the main question you wanted to ask, but you couldn’t help yourself. He was super weird about it; you remember him muttering something about you having ruined the sole purpose of your mating.

“I must prioritise repopulating… my tribe.” His words carried such a weight that you felt sorry for him. It was clear his sense of duty outweighed his own desires. You wondered if that’s why he put walls up, stopped himself from feeling so that duty could come first.   

“That’s a lot of pressure to put on yourself,” you hoped you weren’t coming across judgemental, it was sort of flattering to think that wanted your genes to contribute to ‘repopulating’ his ‘tribe’. “Have you ever done something just because you enjoy it?”

You looked up to see Thragg genuinely pondering that for what felt like an eternity.

He thought back to all the times that he had mated with you knowing you had no intention of carrying his offspring. In the beginning, he had arrogantly told himself that he could continue mating with you as his ‘superior’ Viltrumite sperm would be able to neutralise the effects of the pill. Anything created by a human couldn’t possibly block the power of Viltrumite DNA.

His scientists on the warship had told him it would not be possible; you wouldn’t get pregnant while on birth control. He restrained himself from killing the scientist that dared to suggest he focus his efforts on another human. Who were they to question him. He had sold himself a delusion that he refused to let go.

You couldn’t fall with child and, yet, he didn’t want to stop trying. He hated that, even without the promise of an heir, he could not stay away. He didn’t want to stop being in your presence no matter how many times he reminded himself of the expectations placed on him. He had wished he still had Argall’s skull, something to hold instead of you. He knew he wouldn’t have been able to face that skull and admit his weakness.

Between matings, he’d spend days at a time in the warship, hoping that creating distance from you would help to get away from the things he felt in his chest that he could not place. It never worked, and days later he’d be back to being your neighbour to continue the cycle.

Humans really were a poison, capable of bringing up the things Viltrumites had spent literal centuries burying. The human lifespan was short, what would be the harm in spending some of that time with you? It would be a whisper of his lifetime. It would do no harm to his overall goal. Thragg had finally stopped lying to himself, and there was no point in lying to you about this.

“Yes,” Thragg finally answered, “the time I spend with you has no purpose minus… enjoyment.”

You couldn’t help the blush that formed across your cheeks. Coming from him, you knew this was basically the same as if he’d written a poem about you.

“You know,” you began softly, “just because I’m not ready to go off of birth control now… it doesn’t mean that I’ll never be.”

Thragg didn’t need to breathe but he suddenly felt his chest tighten. The sheer weight of what you had just offered him felt more powerful than anything he had faced before. He stood up and the chair groaned in relief.

“I am going to leave now,” Thragg announced, his voice tighter than usual. He paused at the door and looked back at you. “I will be back later.”

When he hadn’t returned hours later, you wondered if your quiet admission had scared him off. It hadn’t. He returned while you were watching one of your favourite rom-coms, firmly planting himself down on the sofa next to you. You had strategically been watching them all day, hoping he’d walk in on one and take a hint. You wanted ROMANCE.

The main characters were wrapped up in a passionate kiss when Thragg loudly declared, “kissing is pointless, just a means to delay the mating process.”

You thought back to all the times you’d slept with him. While he had kissed you before, it was never the lips on your face that he kissed. Clearly, Thragg had never had a good fucking snog.

“I’ll have you know,” you said, voice dropping an octave, “the ‘mating process’ as you very strangely call it, is only ever enhanced by a good kiss.”

“I severely doubt that,” Thragg spoke with the defiance of a man who was used to everyone agreeing with him.

“I’ll bet if I kissed you, it’d make you feel good.” You weren’t going to let this go. The more you argued about the merits of kissing, the more likely he’d be to let you show him.

“It would not.”

“Are you saying I can’t make you feel good?” You challenged.

“No,” he mumbled, his face in almost a pout, you couldn’t help but plant a kiss on his cheek.

You took the opportunity of Thragg being frozen in surprise to straddle his hips.

You leaned in close as if you were about to whisper in his ear, instead you bite down on his earlobe, proud when you feel him subtly tilting his head to the side, exposing more of the area to you. You started at his jaw, where his earlobe met his neck, pressing firm kisses along your route until you were hovering over his lips.

His mouth slightly parted, as close as you were, you could feel the blow of every exhale. He allowed you to tilt his head further as you leaned in. You were going at an agonisingly slow pace, shocked that he hadn’t closed the gap himself. He wasn’t usually a patient man. The first touch of your lips sent shivers down your spine. You hadn’t expected them to feel so soft under his moustache.

You touched your lips to his again, hands coming up to cup his face. You ran your tongue against his bottom lip, an invite to open his mouth which he took. Your lips moved slowly with his, trying to coordinate until you both found a steady rhythm.

You pulled back and Thragg followed you. His breath shuddered against your mouth, coming to claim you in kisses once again.  You tilted your head and Thragg deepened the kiss, tongue swiping like he was trying to trace the inside of your mouth.

For someone that had said they wouldn’t enjoy kisses, he sure knew how to.

The whole time, Thragg’s body below his head stayed still as a statue, as if he’d been put under a spell. He clearly wanted to prove to you that he wasn’t caught up in the kiss. His enjoyment was obvious though; you could feel him beneath you straining against the constraint of his trousers.  

“Come and get me,” you whisper against his lips. You felt bold knowing you had gotten him this hard over kisses.

You jumped off of him, taking your shirt off and dropping it to the floor.

Thragg watched as you took a couple more steps then shimmed out of your trousers, leaving them a pile on the floor. Next, you walked out of the room, leaving your left sock. By the time you had gotten to your bedroom, you were completely bare, having left a trail of clothes to your room.

You sat down on your bed, and faced the large mirror that you had conveniently placed there, waiting for Thragg to arrive.

He burst into your room moments later, also having shed all his clothes. He hummed in approval when he made eye contact with you through the mirror, immediately understanding what you wanted. The mattress dipped as Thragg took his place behind you, pulling you flush against his back so you’re sat between his legs. He spread your legs to expose you to the mirror.  

“You want to watch,” he whispered in your ear, “watch as I make you cum?”

You should have been embarrassed at how fiercely you nodded, but your anticipation outweighed any other emotion. You had thought about this a lot. You’d wanted to watch him fuck you and had considered asking how he’d feel about a video recording. You figured you’d have to work your way up to that, so this was the next best thing.

Thragg peppered kisses along your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there while one of his hands dived between your legs. He ran two fingers through your folds, coating his fingers in your arousal.  

You could see your chest rising and falling quickly in the mirror, sex with Thragg was always good but being able to see and feel his hands touching the most delicate parts of you was taking it to another level. He slid a thick finger, then two into you as his thumb came to circle your clit.  

You groaned; your eyes tried to close but you forced them open. You wanted to watch how your body responded to him. Your legs shifted further apart as if they had a mind of their own, giving him better access.

He started to pump and curl his fingers inside of you. It was too much, he was nibbling your neck, rolling a nipple in one hand, and caressing your pussy with the other. You moaned loudly, head dropping back to rest against his shoulder.

“Keep watching yourself,” he mumbled against the skin of your neck.

You cum faster than you wanted to, the sight and touch overwhelming your senses. You rode this one for a while, hips gyrating as you clenched around his fingers.

He slid his fingers out of you and used two fingers to spread your lips apart. You watched it glisten in the mirror, slick with your arousal and orgasm. You couldn’t explain what seeing his frame tower over you in this position was doing to you.

Your eyes travelled over your bodies and made eye contact with Thragg’s in the mirror again. His eyes were full of desire; you could already feel your arousal building up again.

You became acutely aware of his dick pressed against your back. You reached your hand between your legs, collecting some of the slickness there before moving your hand back between your bodies. He hissed as your hand tightly clasps his dick, you use a mixture of your juices and his precum to work his length. It’s hard and leaking, leaving a wet patch on your back.

Now it’s your turn to watch his pleasure in the mirror. It’s subtle but you could see the way his breath hitched when you gripped him tighter. You could see the way his eyes roll back when you glid your thumb over his leaking slit.

The moment your arm grew tired, Thragg rearranged your position to pin you down on the bed. He hooked a thick arm under your right thigh, hauling your leg up so it’s bent towards your chest. His free arm rested on the mattress beside your head, effectively caging you in.

Thragg sank into you, your evident need proving enough lubrication for a smooth glide. You were tight and hot, gloving around him as if to keep him buried in you forever. He pulled back and slowly thrust back in, watching as you slowly gasped for air, locking eyes with him as he sank deeper into you. You were chest to chest, the leg he wasn’t forcing up was wrapped around his waist, pulling him in impossibly deeper.

He pulled back again, so far only the tip was left in. He slammed back into you in the way he knew you liked. The way that had his balls slapping against your butt. He moaned freely, having learnt that the sounds of his pleasure turned you on.

He lived to watch how your eyes dilated until there was no hint of colour in them. He craved the sounds you made with every snap of his hips. He mixed the pace, messing with you until his name came tumbling from your lips.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he murmured, watching the way you were becoming undone.

The unexpected compliment put butterflies in your stomach, you were sure you even became wetter. You pressed your nails into the back of his head, pulling him down so he could kiss you. The kiss was messy, uncontrolled as he continued thrusting into you. You accidentally clamped your teeth down on his bottom lip, earning a satisfied growl from him.

The sound sent pleasure rippling down your body, settling in the pit of your stomach. At this angle, his thrusts were hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You gave up trying to kiss, only able to breathe into his mouth as you begged him for more.

“Oh my God, Th- Thragg…” you had lost all ability to think, your mind working in overdrive trying to process the overwhelming desire you felt. Thragg choked back a groan. He really did love hearing his name when you were like this.

You called his name again, a desperate cry that he seemed to understand. He increased his pace, relentlessly jerking into you. He whispered in your ear, cursing in the way you had taught him you liked.

The connection between you deepened, becoming something primal and unspoken. The world fell away as you felt yourself building closer to another orgasm, just needing a bit more stimulation.

You clenched around him as you brought one hand to touch yourself. He was pressed so tightly against you it didn’t take long for the friction to send you over the edge again.

Thragg couldn’t help but shout your name as he released his load into you. He continued weakly thrusting as his dick twitched with his release. You didn’t take your eyes off of him, watching him become a blubbering mess under the force of his orgasm.

He dropped on top of you; his weight was so dizzying and warm you could barely breathe. Even still, you enjoyed the feeling of him crushing you as his dick twitched inside of you.  

You looked at each other through hooded eyes, sharing a silent understanding between you both that this time signalled the first night of the rest of your lives.

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You can read Pt.1 here

“Do it for the plot,” you had told yourself, but it was easier said than done. Life had become mundane, you got up, went to work, came home, reset, then repeat. You were content at first, fine to focus on getting ahead at work. You’d think about the social aspect of life later. However, a growing part of you kept demanding more until thoughts of being fucked through your, admittedly cheap, mattress consumed almost every waking thought. Specifically, thoughts of your 6’6 neighbour fucking you through your admittedly cheap mattress consumed almost every waking thought.

Too many a night you had spent visualising him towering over you, you’d wondered if his hands would grip your waist with such a strength that would leave bruises or if he’d be an unsuspecting gentle giant. You’d pressed your vibrator closer to yourself as you’d thought about him going down on you, you imagined how his well-groomed moustache would tickle and how frustrated you’d be that you couldn’t run your hands through his hair. Night after night you’d cum to images in your head of him. You didn’t even know his name.

He'd moved in two months ago and, for every day of those two months, he’d been tormenting you without ever even knowing it. You were embarrassed to admit even to yourself that you’d somewhat learnt his routine. You knew what time he’d leave, what time he’d come home, what day he’d bring shopping home, and when he’d take his bins out. In those rare nights where insomnia would be beating your ass, you’d lay awake at night and hear the sound of his door shutting. He’d return back before day light. You knew his routine better than you knew your own. An ‘accidental’ meeting would be so easy for you to force, but what would you even say?

You contemplated your plan of action one evening over an herbal tea. Enough was enough. Tomorrow, you told yourself. Satisfied you had a fool proof plan, you began preparing for bed. It was an unbelievably warm day, your south-facing floor to ceiling windows had let in enough sunlight to make your living room feel like a sauna, so you had left your balcony door ajar. Your hand froze at the door, you could swear you heard the low murmur of a male voice. Excitement and fear rushed through you; what if it was the voice of your neighbour?

Your fool-proof plan hadn’t accounted for this; you so rarely used your balcony that you didn’t anticipate there was a possibility you could run into him there. The fear of rejection almost made you turn away and try again another day, you had planned to spend the evening hyping yourself up, but you pushed ahead anyway, telling yourself you’d do it for the plot.

“…but I’ll not fail our people, Argall, not again.”

“You can’t sleep either huh?” came a question from a voice he didn’t recognise. Thragg turned around to see you standing on your balcony in a sheer nightie, his eyes travelling from your waist, to your slightly erect nipples, to your mouth before finally reaching your eyes. Not that he’d admit it, but the sight of you moved him.

Ever since he’d decided to join his people in the effort to repopulate Viltrum, his body had begun to betray him. That hadn’t changed his mind. He still believed humans to be cattle, nothing more than their use as genetic material. And he still held disgust for Lucan and Kregg for their inability to do their duty, for their affection to lower beings.

He knew his duty; and that duty now was calling for him to mate. That’s the only reason his body reacted the way it did to the sight you. He was sure of it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he’d found your scent intoxicating, he’d open the door as soon as you left for work in the morning hoping to smell the lingering scent. Nothing to do with his fascination with your strong features. Nothing to do with the fact he had noticed you watching him, always seeming to be around whilst he left the apartment to keep up appearances. Nothing to do with the fact that he’d pressed his ear against the wall each night, listening to the sounds of you pleasuring yourself. Nothing.

 “I rarely sleep.”

His eyes tracked you as you moved to lean against the balcony railing. “Rarely sleep, huh? Are you working on something or is it a guilty conscience keeping you awake?”

He doesn’t respond but his body tenses at the mention of guilt. His mind flashes to Argall and the promises he’s not fulfilled, the 1000 years of Viltrumite superiority under his lead meant nothing if it ended in failure, as it currently is. His gaze remained fixed on you as he moved closer to the balcony railing. The air felt more charged the closer he got to you, even with the space between the balconies physically separating you.

“Guilty consciences are for the weak.”

He watched as you threw your head back in laughter, a sound he couldn’t help but enjoy.

“Fair enough, tough guy.” He watched you watch him. Neither of you spoke as you eyed him. His gaze was intense, you hadn’t realised how brown his eyes were.

“So, are you going to tell me your name or do I need to keep calling you Maximus?”

He was so caught off guard by the name that he almost missed you telling him yours. “Maximus?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I figured a guy with your build had to have some sort of gladiator name.”

Thragg recognised it as it was, a compliment. He had studied enough about human culture to understand he should probably give you one back if he hoped to mate with you. “I’m Thragg,” he stated, his voice clipping the air with authority. “And you… you are sufficient for my plans.”

“Is that your way of calling me pretty?” you teased.

Thragg doesn’t respond, but you could swear you see his eyes soften and the corners of his moustache twitch.

“It’s getting cold, I should head back inside… if you ever wish to talk or not talk, you know where to find me.” He noticed the way your voice drops when you say “not talk”, a hint that even he was able to pick up.

“Likewise,” he found himself saying before turning to walk back into his apartment.

The moment the balcony door closed, he dialled for his general. “Kregg, your counsel is requested on the topic of Earth women. Get here at once.”

It had been hours since Kregg had come and gone, Thragg didn’t even notice that the sun had risen and set in the time he was sat thinking about what Kregg had shared. He stood up, getting ready to make another trip to his warship stationed on the moon before a faint knock at his door stopped him.

He stood, body frozen, and, for the first time in his life, he was unaware of what to do. If it were one of his generals at the door, they would have notified him. Hell, they wouldn’t have even turned up without having been summoned. He waited a few seconds and, when he heard nothing, continued on to the balcony. If he took off quietly, he was sure he could get away undetected.

A second, louder, knock came. He contemplated ignoring it, not in the mood to engage in human socialisation before his mind drifted to you and the silent agreement you’d made the night before.

By the third knock, you’ve lost confidence. You hadn’t expected him to answer, but you also had expected him to answer. You’d spent an hour in the shower preparing yourself for the event that he’d answer. You’d come over in your cutest (shortest) dress for the event that he’d answer.

Just as you began to turn away in disappointment, the door swung open. You jumped & screamed in surprise and embarrassment flooded your face at your outburst.

As per the conversation last night, Thragg stared down at you silently. You weren’t going to let that intimidate you this time.

“I baked some high-protein banana bread and accidentally made too much. So, I thought I’d bring some over for you rather than letting it go to waste,” you said, hoping he doesn’t notice that you’re lying through your teeth. The bread was the best of the many excuses you’d made up in your head to visit him. When he still said nothing, you continued rambling on. “Since you obviously work out, I thought you’d want some, it tastes really good.” Another lie, you can’t bake for shit.

Thragg looked down at your attempt at baking, even in his short time on Earth, he could tell that what you held in your hands was inedible. It was a pathetic attempt at an offering but somewhat charmed him. A ghost of a smile played on his lips, almost as if his body wanted to smile but couldn’t remember how to.

You knew the charade was up. “Are you going to invite me in or what?”

Thragg wordlessly moved to the side, gesturing you in.

You looked around, the place didn’t look lived in at all and you wonder if he really lived like this. “Nice place,” you complimented anyway, you were raised to be polite. “A bit… minimalist. Are you a monk or something?” You asked, not waiting for an answer as you continued walking around.

Thragg watched you moving through his space, his eyes tracked your every movement. He watched you as you nosily entered and exited different rooms, following behind you like a loyal pet. He could feel the nerves rolling off of you and that made the predator in him even more excited.

When you found the kitchen, you set the tray of banana bread down on a counter. You were aware he’d been following you, but you were still surprised when you turned around and came face-to-face with warm, steel chest.

You looked up through your lashes, eyes connecting with Thragg’s as he looked down on you. There was something so menacing and degrading with how he looked at you but you ignored the red flag as heat pooled in your belly. The intensity of his gaze had you looking away. His hand came to grab your chin, forcing you to look back up at him.

“Mmm, yes,” he murmured as he began swiping his thumb against your lower lip, his voice sounded a few octaves lower than usual.

He picked you up and you expected him to set you down on a counter, instead he kept lifting until you were face to face. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, breath hitching as you watch his eyes flicker down to your lips. You licked your lips, mouth salivating at the prospect of kissing him as he slowly leaned forward.

Your mind ran back to all the first kisses you’d had in your lifetime, some were great, some were poor, some had you genuinely believing that you’d been swept off of your feet. None of them were like this. Had Thragg not been holding you up, your legs genuinely would have caved in.

His body was so hot against yours, the kiss so messy and desperate that your mind was dizzy. You hadn’t realised you’d moved from the kitchen until your back hit the bed.

Thragg pulled away from the kiss. An uncomfortable feeling of pride settled within him as he saw how utterly dishevelled you were from his kiss. He did that to you.

If it were up to Thragg, he would have taken you right there and then, his patience wearing thin as his cock strained against his shorts.

He contemplated what Kregg had told him about human mating; he knew that human women especially liked to be warmed up before penetration. A kiss was good, but disappointing without real foreplay. He could rush this with you and hope that the one attempt would be enough to have you with child. But he wondered if he could live with your disappointment.

Or, he could be strategic, give you an experience so addicting you’d be coming back for more. He told himself that what he was about to do was just to have you come back for more to increase the chance you’d get pregnant.

Thragg knelt at the side of the bed, placing each one of your legs over each of his shoulders. His shoulders so broad that you were basically spread eagle in front of him, giving him an eye-level view of your soaking pussy. He hummed in approval as he saw you had chosen to go pantyless.

He began pressing kisses along your thigh, enjoying the way your breath hitched as he got closer to your core. He gently blew on your clit, cock straining as he watched in fascination at your hole clenching around nothing. He did this a few more times before sliding a finger between your folds. He didn’t slide his finger into you nor did he touch your clit, he just kept wetting his finger in your juices. Touching you but not really touching you.

He was teasing you, you realised. “I’m not above begging, please… Thragg... please touch me… please,” you moan.

“Look at you, desperate for me.” He had meant it to sound demeaning; it was pathetic how your body craved him so openly. His words only seemed to turn you on more.

“I am, I am so desperate for you.”

He was always so in control with himself; he couldn’t understand the sudden craving he had to palm himself through his shorts. His reaction disgusted himself. The sound of your pleas and begging for him made you sound weak, but it also made him feel weak. He couldn’t fight it anymore. Telling himself that giving it had a purpose. He knew what he was about to do was unnecessary in breeding but that didn’t stop his mouth for salivating as he inched closer to your pussy. That didn’t stop him from telling himself how necessary it was to give you this.

 “I’ll give you want you want, pretty girl.” His praise melted you as you opened your legs wider to accommodate him.

The first swipe of his tongue against you had your hips bucking and eyes rolling back. You’d expected the moustache to tickle, but you hadn’t expected it to provide a sensation that had you clenching.

Thirst like he’d never experienced before claimed him. He moved into action as if his life and the future of Viltrum depended on it. He alternated between licking and sucking on the area you were most sensitive. Thragg hummed in pleasure at the sounds of your moans and the taste of you. He had never had a meal like this before. He could feel your nails digging into his scalp, crying out as he began circling your clit with his tongue. You were frozen, unable to string together anything more than a moan.

“So… delicious,” he mumbles as he moved down to shove his tongue inside you. His thumb comes to circle your clit. You tried to hold the orgasm off, not wanting this feeling to stop.

“I’m... I’m gonna cum,” you said.

“So, cum.” Your body obeyed Thragg’s command, coming so hard you closed your eyes, seeing stars.

In that moment, he understood why Kregg had disobeyed a direct order. Why Lucan had refused to upset his mate. In that moment, he’d never do anything that might make you deny him the chance to taste you again. If their mates tasted half as good as you did, if they looked half as pretty as you did right now, he could forgive them for their betrayal.

The aftermath of your orgasm left you dazed. “That was…wow,” you whispered, wishing you could think of another adjective.

“We’re not done yet.” You looked up in time to see Thragg step out of his shorts, cock standing to attention. You took a moment to admire it before wondering where he was going to fit all that.

Thragg gripped your hips, fingers sinking into your soft skin with a pressure that you knew would leave a bruise. Part of you smiled, finally having that question answered. With effortless strength and a dizzying speed, he had you flipped onto your stomach, face down by the head of the bed.

You felt the bed dip as he straddled you, he grabbed your wrists and pinned your arms behind you with one hand, using the other to lift your hips slightly to aid his slide into you. Your body was consumed. He was too filling, too big, too much but your body revelled in the burn of being used like this.

“You said you were desperate for me,” he murmured, thumb digging into your hip bone. “Let’s see if your body can handle what it’s begging for.”

He gave you no time to react, fully entering you with a single, devastating thrust that knocked the wind from your lungs. You let out a muffled cry into the pillow, raising your ass up instinctively.

Every thrust felt like it was reaching deep inside of you, you had never felt something like this. It felt like too much and not enough all at the same time. The bed frame groaned under the rhythmic force. You felt like you were being conquered and the thought made you clench around him. At that, his thrusts faltered. You did it again, clenching hard as if you wanted to trap him inside of you.

Your moans, his soft grunts, and the sound of skin slapping was all that was heard. He felt a wave of possessiveness over your body so strong that it eclipsed thoughts of his duty, of Viltrum, even of Argall. All he wanted was to hear you scream his name.

“Tell me,” he growled, leaning down so his hot breath hit your ear. “Who am I?”

“Thragg,” you chocked out, finders clawing at the sheets. “Thragg, my Thragg.”

The sound of his name on your lips was the final blow to his restraint. He let go of your wrists, hands coming down either side of your head. His arms acted like pillars blocking you in as he continued to drive into you.

You clench one more time and he came with roar that was muffled against the back of your neck. You instinctively clench, milking him for all he’s worth. The heat of him inside you was molten hot, he kept you pinned beneath him and you began rutting against the bed, chasing your second release.

Every muscle in your body coiled tightly before finally snapping, leaving you shuddering beneath him.

You don’t know much time passed when he finally pulled out of you. He flipped you over and spread your legs wide, watching his release pour out of you and looking very proud of himself.

“Good thing I’m on the pill,” you grinned, feeling just how much of his seed was still sat inside you.

“What is this pill you speak of?” Thragg questioned.

“Fucked you so good you’ve got memory loss,” you laughed. The silence was heavy; you looked at him and noted the genuine confusion on his face. Surely a man like him had slept with many women, and at least a few of them must have been on the pill, you couldn’t possibly be the first… right?

“Birth control pill,” you continued, “don’t want me getting pregnant right!”

Thragg just stared up at the wall in disbelief, what had he gotten himself into.

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-Thragg is surprisingly gentle but intense at the same time

-Tell him what makes you ready for mating and he’ll do it. He’s worried that he might hurt you if he isn’t careful about your “alien” anatomy

-Whether its licking your pussy and sucking on your clit while maintaining direct eye contact with you. Or licking your asshole to prepare you while you squirm in his arms

-And you’ll need to prepare for him because he’s massive. He’s around 9” and thick as fuck💔

-The first time you mate with him, even with all the preparation, you felt like you were going to split apart. You felt like his cock was pounding your guts in

-While you’re under him, barely able to speak from it all, he’s silent above you and thrusting in and out of you

-Sex feels good to him, you’re so warm and tight and his cock is swelling so much inside of you

-He’s hasn’t jerked off since he was a juvenile and since he’s never mated before, he has forgotten how good it feels to release his seed

-Thragg has to grab the bed frame above you, if he grabbed you with this strength, he’ll surely break you

-It takes him 30 minutes of pounding for him to finally cum inside of you,

-Cums gallons inside of you, his cum pours and squirts out of you when he finally pulls out

-If you hadn’t passed out, congratulations! He immediately leaves you to work because sex is over now and he’s got work to do 😑

-If you had passed out, there’s a good chance you’ll be greeted by the servants who were ordered to take care of you

-Either way, the only aftercare you get is from servants

-Despite his apparent coldness, he thinks about the encounter the entire day as he works

-It felt so good… not just the sex part but you wrapping your arms and legs around him and embracing him as he fucked you

-Thinking about the encounter makes his cock twitch and he finds it annoying as he’s trying to rule

“Is this the best humanity can do?” Thragg asks as you struggled to take his cock inside of you. “I-I’m trying…” You moaned out, it’s not your fault he was so fucking big.

“Pathetic.” Thragg suddenly grabbed your waist and slammed you back onto his cock roughly. You felt as though he knocked the wind out of you. You could only cry out when he started *using* you like human-fleshlight.

“please,” he begs over the phone, “i’ll be good i swear. i’ll stop fighting just let me come home.”

from his tone you could tell he was just done crying and it just sounded pathetically beautiful.

“this is not your home. this is my house.” you coo as you stir your dinner. “stop calling me dex.”

you hang up without listening to the rest of his pleading. though less than 10 minutes later, he’s at your front door, begging again.

“baby,” eyes red and puffy, “i need you, i can’t breathe without you. please, please, don’t cut me off again, just—” he breathes as he ghosts his arm by your shoulders like he’s asking for permission. “can i please stay?”

you sigh and let him inside the house. he silently walks in, muttering a quiet thank you as he passes you. as soon as you close door and turn, dex is already on his knees.

“what the hell are you doing dex?”

dropping to his knees, his hands caress the backs of your thighs, dropping his head and burying it between them. gripping you tightly like he could bare letting go. “please take me back. nothing is good without you and it’s making me fucking sick, please,” practically blubbering at this point.

he was so strong and his biceps wrapped around you effortlessly. you could feel the strength just radiating off of him always, like an ever glowing essence.

you sigh, hand touching the nape of his neck and travelling up through his hair while he hums in contentment, “please stand up.”

the sound that he makes was teetering the line of desperation and relief. his lips press against the plush of your thigh while his hands rise to cup your ass. with your hand still buried in his hair, you pull him up with a slight tug, trying to get him to stand. though he keeps slowly rising, kissing up your side and dancing over your stomach, the fabric rising with every movement. a soft gasp escapes your lips and his touch slides up your spine, a shiver running through you. he stops just by your neck when you tug his hair harder and he hisses your name though one would argue it was a moan. you shove him gently and tell him to sit down, though you knew he could’ve stopped you.

you tend to his wounds and wipe his face and he watches you the whole time with puppy eyes. you share your dinner with him but you don’t touch again then, he only steals glances between bites.

within the span of an hour he’s inching closer to you on the couch and he’s watching you when he thinks you’re not looking. no one really cares about the news playing on the television as it repeats something about the AVTF.

his heavy hand rests just under your chest as he pulls you in and buries his nose in your hair, taking a long deep breath in. memorizing your scent like it gave him life.

by the end of night dex is situated between your legs, groaning like it hurts to part from you. he whispers soft thank you’s like he’s grateful for this meal you’ve provided. pushing your legs up higher over his head while you pant and squirm. but dex takes more control then, ignoring your pleas to slow down and dragging you closer to his mouth. maw slack and relentless as he laps and teases. his strong arms wrap and hook around your thighs. tongue teasing the sensitive bud for what felt like eternity. you’ll push his head away to no avail, weakly spent as you attempt it.

“dex, enough. i can’t,” you pant, voice bordering on barely concealed exhaustion and blissful satisfaction.

he shakes his head against you and that only makes you gasp again, throwing your head back.

“not until you promise hmm?” he says between his drunken moans, “you can’t leave me.”

crying out from overstimulating pleasure you nod, “okay, fuck— i won’t. you can stay.”

looking up at you through his hooded eyes, he smiles with them before kissing your inner thigh. he leaves gentle kisses to let you cool off, letting the feeling subside for barely a minute before diving right back into his ministrations. he lets you squeeze yours legs around his head and writhe as you say his name.

“now really try to suffocate me with these,” he says as he squeezes your thighs harder around his neck, turning his head to bite the plush of your thighs.

you know you’ll let him in again. you’ll always let him come back. maybe one day you’ll tell him how you follow him too.