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Look. Itâs been 14 years, but it still looks like we need to have this conversation.
It was never a question whether the Argents were gonna kill Derek Hale or not. Some of them were ALWAYS out to kill him in the beginning. Even with Scottâs diplomatic skills, Derek was NEVER safe from them for the first two seasons. Kate. Gerard. Victoria. Even Chris and Allison were planning to take him down.
So he said Scott. My brother in lycanthropy. I need a pack. They killed my whole family. Theyâre gonna kill us too
Scott said Nah bro. Iâd rather have dinner with those people because THEYâRE NICER THAN YOU
And Derek said Fine. Then I will start a new pack. Cause, you know. IâM GONNA DIE BY MYSELF
And then Scott was like :0 YOUâRE A BAD PERSON AND I HATE YOU
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no migrant detention facilities are not auschwitz but i promise you something does not have to be auschwitz in order to be very bad. i am telling you that this comparison distracts from the point instead of galvanizing support by inviting discussion about the appropriateness of the comparison. i am telling you that there are ways to make people listen and ways to make them tune out, especially in a time like now.
ao'nung x warrior!metkayina! (f) reader
(aged up = 22)
summary : ao'nung is the olo'eyktan-in-waiting, ready to lead, he loses his focus when you step in the way, the soon to be head of tsamsiyus. when he sees you do not treat him any different than the others, ao'nung's interest sparks. things turn sour when you refuse to submit to him. but once you see the true side of him do you regret how things have been between you?
a man who attracts the attention of women & enjoys it, encourages it. as the animosity grows and he is told to look for a partner, you can't help but feel betrayed.
warnings!
mdni, 18+ language, f reader, cocky ao'nung, ao'nung is a womaniser, reader is crazy asf, reader loves danger, enemies to friends to lovers, jealousy, smuttttt!, mentions of death, fighting, blood, fyi roxto is alive, p in v, pussy eating, squirting,
a/n đ : thas dada fr, lowk this long asf, no spelling or grammar checks at the moâ - will complete soon!
batshit insane and ao'nung sees it, he watches you. ao'nung does not let anything distract him, shift his focus from becoming olo'eyktan, but how can he not let his eyes roam when you come into view?
the way your tail flicks when you are excited, your canines bared when riding your ilu, your posture always pointed towards the heaven when walking past. & most of all, how seductively you sway your hips with every step you take, gaining the attention of the entire clan.
but as much as you try to deny the feelings between yourself and that son of the olo'eyktan, ao'nung sees how you arch your back when demonstrating something in front of him, the flick of your hair when looking over to him, that sheepish grin you flash him when you come back from a hunt.
all the women in the metkayina clan are not the same as you, they are fighters, they are strong willed and spiritual but when it comes to you? you are physical strength, danger, chasing a high that can only be redeemed through near life ending experiences.
you are so much more different than the others, you stand out in questionable ways for every thing you do and ao'nung is in awe. he applauds your capabilities when you are praised in the same room as him. at first, it was admiration.
before you knew it, Olo'eyktan Tonowari had announced you as the next Head of the Metkayina Tsamsiyu's, a role that was passed down generations in your family. it was obvious you were going to step into that role after passing your ikinimaya & tsaheylu with the fiercest tsurak (skimwing) the clan had seen.
but as you climbed through the ranks, so did ao'nung, when you brought the largest catch in the hunt, so did ao'nung, taking down a threat? so did ao'nung, fought the best in the clan? so did ao'nung. everything you did was paired with the soon to be Olo'eyktan of the Metkayina clan, Aonung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan.
the ladies man, the womaniser, the crush of all young women of the clan, the role model to the younger boys. blah blah blah, you didn't have a problem with anyone else - except him.
the women of the clan were either thirsting over him or on their knees, submissively, waiting for the man to pick them as his. why do all the women drool over this man? you tried to see, you almost did understand till you saw how he moved his way around the women.
he fed into their delusions, he stood flexing, he worked on his physique in front of the screaming women. he loved it, he thrived in the attention. the tattoos all over him marking every single achievement and rites he has passed, seem to accentuate his muscles even more.
you saw how he would raise a brow when he would make eye contact with you, cross his arms over his broad chest and flex his biceps, biting his lip so smugly, his round eyes staring into you each time you entered the room. you saw everything he did to get your attention, it felt like you were a challenge to him.
simply put.
Ao'nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan is a sour, sour man.
when your skills had brought you this far and you were told you would be the next Leader of the Warriors, Ao'nung was the one who kissed his teeth, his attitude turning sour.
you? he had to work with you? you roll your eyes every time he speaks.
the one who would laugh in his face when he did something wrong.
the woman who would purposefully compete against him when you makto pay (ride water).
his admiration had turned sour & your initial attraction for him turned bitter.
you both did not want to work together or at least, you did not want to submit to him. but this did not anger ao'nung further, this interested him. there was nothing you could do to stop what was to come but if there's one thing he can do? he will make you regret every.single.thing.you've.ever.done.
ao'nung has matured from the childish boy he used to be, into a man. a man built upon courage, grief, loss - a fire inside him to protect the rest of his people. his youngest sister, Pril, ignited that spark that laid dormant inside him, he has a hunger to push past his limits.
tattoos blessed from eywa and the clan itself, mark his entire frame, his face, torso, thighs. as a hunter of the deep sea his arms are completely covered, he has achieved more than most.
you were not as seen as ao'nung, you would be furthest away from the clan, right at the seawalls that protect Awa'atlu. you ride the harsh waves and fight against threats, days and nights are spent at the edge of the wall & you would not enter the village until weeks have gone by.
but it seems you have been taken away from your usual activities, soon to be Head of the Tsamsiyu's your responsibilities now lie within the villages, even those that have been at bay for 1000 years.
and each day you exist, you run into ao'nung. each day you simply breathe, ao'nung is there. every corner you turn, ao'nung is still there. the two of you cannot separate even if you tried to, a curse you believe eywa has bestowed.
i can't fucking escape her, ao'nung curses in his thoughts. he sees how you try to get under his skin with your petty comments, how you use your body as punishment.
men have urges and ao'nung tried to keep his at bay, forcing himself to bathe in cold water. nothing would work, not when you would brush past him on purpose, place your hand in the middle of his back when trying to get past, pushing your breasts together. on purpose. there was no need to do what you were doing and it felt like he was being punished every minute he spent with you.
tsireya could see the torment her brother was going through, his silence echoed when he would return to their shared mauri. she felt for her brother, worried for him and wanting to provide as much reassurance as she could. but when she realised he was causing his own suffering, she couldn't help but laugh to herself.
although the two of you may not see eye to eye, the people cannot fail to see how you stand perfect side by side. how you could mould into one if needed, the difference in your frames, the brightness in each other's eyes and when night would fall, your bodies would glow in the places where the other did not.
when ao'nung would brush his knuckles against yours you did not jump, when he would step closer to you, lowering his head in front of others the people could see how your body responded. your frame would curve and face closer to his, his hand would hover over the low of your back.
both your families had watched you, watched how in sync the two of you were. your childish behaviour did not phase them, your arguments and petty remarks did not stop them. your parents and his father harbour a secret.
a secret that has changed both your lives.
"oh so it's my fault is it?" you roll your eyes.
"I did not say that, I simply mentioned that we did not gain the fruits because of a mistake that you just happened to make," ao'nung grunts.
"yeah okay, that pretty much just sounds like it's my fault."
"if the shoe fits," he shrugs.
your lip curls inwards as you crouch before him, your face in vision of his gaze.
"if it's my fault, maybe you should have taken the usual route rather than being chaotic and doing things how you please. are you still that child that enjoys taking risks?" you growl.
roxto grins as he watches the two of you, arguments have only become recent. at first ao'nung tired desperately to get you to say something to him, shout at him even, but you did not stoop low. but as years have gone by, your mask slipped each month.
ao'nung smiles, narrowing his eyes.
"child? you can see that I am clearly a man or do you need more proof?" he whispers.
heat shoots up your spine, causing you to step away.
"you're disgusting."
he coos, kissing his teeth.
"you're coming to the txep (fire) tonight, right?" he asks, not facing you.
you sigh, nodding.
"yeah, I will be."
"alright, I'll see you then."
"where are you going?"
"interested are you?"
he turns to face you, all teeth on display.
"shut up, get going."
he takes his leave, roxto lingering behind.
"yes?" looking at the size difference between him & his best friend.
"when are you both just going to get along?" he huffs.
"why would I want to?"
"do you enjoy arguing with him everyday?"
"it seems to bring some sort of entertainment, roxto remind me, why are you still here again?" cocking your hip, he nods.
"oh yeah, oops!...I'll see you tonight." he smiles.
you wave him off and make your way through the village, greeting those around you, making your way to your mauri pod.
"you are late from being with ao'nung," your father echoes.
"yes, I'm aware."
"I have made you a meal, remember tonight is the txep (fire)" he softly smiles at you.
"I know dad."
"I will let you rest."
"where are you going?"
"I'm going to see Tonowari, I have many things to catch up on with him ahead of tonight."
your father leaves as you make your way to your mat, letting sleep overtake you.
the txep (fire) is bright, colourful and mesmerising. it bewitches you, making you want to welcome yourself into its embrace. the dark skies are bright with stars, moonlight reflecting off the bioluminescent waters.
all the na'vi are glowing as if parts of the moon are etched into their skin. you are adorned with sea shells hanging off your cloths and loosely curled hair, your top is hand crafted, wrapping around & over your neck.
"over here Warrior,"
looking over to the voice, ao'nung is sat with a handful of women. this bastard.
"ladies, let me introduce you to the finest Warrior of our clan and soon to be the one leading my defences,"
they all giggle, applauding and squealing. rolling your eyes, ao'nung's eyes are glued onto you. he watches your face, sees how it contorts in annoyance before falling straight, a forced smile upon your lips.
"it is nice to meet you all," you grit.
"sit with us,"
before you can decline, ao'nung pulls you by your arm, grabbing your waist to steady you as he places you next to him.
the female na'vi sit around you both, talking amongst themselves but it is as if your world has stopped. annoyance fills you but you hold your tongue, ao'nung's warmth washes all over you. he smells fresh, salt, musky and natural. he cocks a brow when he catches you staring at his chest.
tilting his head, he bites his lip.
"waiting to chew my head off?" he whispers.
"exactly that."
"I'm sure you'll do it later tonight,"
"if you're lucky"
he chuckles, no words are shared between you two as you sit shoulder to shoulder, you count ilu in your head; waiting to cuss at him but the feeling of being so close to him pulls your mind apart.
Tonowari's voice booms as he shares stories around the fire, you are sat with the Olo'eyktan's family and your own. the people surrounding are all sat on the edge, eyes wide as they listen to their Mighty Leader retell the same story he has told for the past 3 years.
old age. it really does get to some.
"here,"
ao'nung passes you a plate of the fresh hunt that has been cut excellently, shapes made out of the fish. does he want you to overeat? mountains upon mountains of food is almost falling off the plate. shooting daggers at him, he does not turn to face you, focused on his meal.
passing him the parts of the fish you cannot get to, ao'nung finishes every piece. the interaction is nothing out of the ordinary for the two of you, when you are not busy clawing at each other's throats.
tsireya watches both of you with doe eyes, a knowing smile lingering on her lips. your families have their eyes on you both, grinning at the interaction that is ever so different from how you usually are.
"are they both...maybe...mentally unwell?" roxto whispers to tsireya.
she grins, muffling her giggle.
"I cannot tell if it is an illness or infatuation." she smiles.
"everyday I sit between them both ripping in on each other, I'm left with no brain!" he complains.
"time will tell with them two,"
or maybe not.
"you're taking the piss ao'nung." you spit, trying to calm your tone.
"I'm taking the piss? you're joking! you stepped on my tail on purpose!" he growls.
"oh stop crying big man," you huff and go to walk away.
he grabs your arm and pulls you back, looming over you.
"oh you better pray to eywa that I forgive you or else this will be your last night in Awa'atlu!" you hiss at him.
he gulps, tongue poking the inside of his cheek, staring down at you in silence.
she wants me to throw her across the sea. she's asking for it. ao'nung bites down on his tongue, a metallic taste in his mouth surprising him.
"you need to sort out whatever issue it is you have," he mocks.
"issue that I have!?" screeching.
roxto and tsireya come running, pulling you guys apart. ao'nung hisses and it shoots right into your chest. anger subsiding the hurt, you bare your canines, growling.
he pushes roxto's arm off him and puts his hands up in surrender.
"I knew we weren't going to last tonight without an argument," he mutters, walking off.
calming down, guilt pangs at your chest but you push it away. walking home in silence. he is sour.
since that night the two of you have not spoken, you do not communicate. if there is anything to be said, you send messengers between one another.
your currently sat with the lefnelan tsamsiyus (male warriors), in a circle watching each other spar.
looking over one of the warriors, ao'nung walks in with his shoulders rolled back. chest puffed out.
he makes his way over to the group and sits himself directly across you, looking away, it is too late to pull yourself out of your mind when you are dragged into the middle of the crowd.
"you haven't fought any of us in a while!" one of the boys whine.
you grin, shaking your head.
"I don't enjoy taking part in such activities, you guys know this!" scolding them.
they all pout, children. one spar won't hurt anyone, well it won't hurt you. don't know about the opponent though.
a scrawny warrior stands across from you, sizing him up, you blink slow. signalling for him to make his move.
holy shit. ao'nung watches how you pivot, the turns in every step you make, the fast swings in your punches. you glow under the sunlight, your hair flowing in the wind.
he can't stop the smile that creeps, watching you with wide eyes full of admiration. this is what brought him to you, seeing how you hold yourself, how well you fight.
swish, swish, groan.
the sounds of your swings landing on the poor warrior fill the clearing.
"that was good," ao'nung mutters his first few words to you in days.
"thanks," you pant, looking directly into his eyes.
he hasn't spoken to you in a while, the silence from him was itching.
"here,"
drinking the water he hands you, you groan, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.
"this is your first spar with the boys in a while,"
"yeah it is"
"I remember your last one,"
"yeah...it was bad," whispering, the thought fills your mind.
the last spar was bloody, it was vicious. scratches all over your face, bruises forming. it was a shit show. ao'nung was the one who broke up the fight, knocking out the young male warrior with the punch he learnt from the Forest Na'vis, the Sullys.
"the kid now works with the laro (clean)," he states.
"yeah, I've seen him around," mind full of the recollection.
you daze off and ao'nung stares at you, studying your face.
that fight was a fucking cat fight, a boy raised to be a supposed man laid his hands on you so roughly you had almost killed him. it's where his awe for you grew but his anger, his mind had gone blank the moment he saw you splutter blood. he promised himself he will never witness you go through that again.
the two of you had began to acknowledge one another since that day, uttering a few words but never holding sentences like you do now.
"we have a hunt to attend tonight," he reminds you.
"I'm aware, will you be man enough to actually hunt something?"
he looks at you, flabbergasted.
"who knows what I might end up hunting? it might be a na'vi instead,"
you narrow your eyes as you stare at his smug face, always has to say something weird.
ao'nung knows what gets to you and what doesn't, he knows what will upset you and what your different reactions are to every emotion there is. it's almost as if he has studied you, he hasn't been given the chance to learn you.
"race you there?"
you push him, watching him fall as you run off, flying past the people.
"come back here!"
ao'nung is hot on you. you you jump over leaves, weaving through people, flipping over fruit that you almost squash. hearing him groan, you look over your shoulder. his chest has a sheen of sweat covering, defining his pecs even more.
the fuck am i thinking about, scolding yourself you run down to the shore. you call out to your skimwing, nung, and he clicks as he makes his way over.
"you cheated!" ao'nung shouts.
rolling your eyes, you slide onto nung and watch ao'nung finally be seated on his ilu.
"i won" sticking your tongue out, you blow raspberries in his face.
"yeah with dirty tactics," kissing his teeth.
"don't be a sore loser ao'nung."
"I wouldn't be if you didn't cheat." he sulks, looking away.
you're surrounded with warriors, riding through the warm, welcoming waters. making it above, you look next to you. ao'nung has his arms crossed against his thick chest. this baby. amusement fills you as you make your way over to him.
"are you actually upset?' your eyes wide as you grin at him.
he looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, fighting down a smile,
"I never said I was," he pouts.
"stop being such a-"
before you can finish your sentence you're thrown off of nung, the tsaheylu ripped apart as you fall deep into the waters.
"Y/N!" ao'nung roars.
without thinking twice, ao'nung zooms through the water. no sign of you. his mind races as he flies through the water, the fear of facing another loss active in his mind.
his ilu clicks, calling for nung but there is no response. anxiety fills ao'nung, his heart racing against his chest. trying to calm himself down under the viscous waters, his ilu feels his panic through their tsaheylu.
you jump onto the lekye'ung payoang (insane fish), clutching onto it's fin as it sends you meters through the water, your spear almost slips from your hand. growling, as soon as it makes it's jump above the ocean you strike. slitting it clear and clean, gripping onto it's lifeless body as an anchor.
ao'nung struggles to focus, vision going blurry as he looks for you, calls for you. he hears nung call out to him.
relief and anger floods him when he sees the grin on your face.
"do you think this is a game? that it's okay to disappear and not answer me when I call for you?" he shouts.
your smile drops, lip trembling.
"no well done, I'm glad you're okay?," you huff.
he shakes his head and comes close to you, analysing you from head to toe, searching for wounds.
"I'm not a damsel in distress ao'nung, you fret too much." waving him off.
"you are not invincible," he spits.
"don't start with me and help me bring this back,"
ao'nung's nerves still tremble as he tries to steady himself, pushing the panic down. he looks at you one last time when you are not facing him, watching you, scouting for any wounds that he did not pick up on when he first saw you.
he wants to reach out, he wants to check you thoroughly but he clenches his fists, biting down his worry. after losing his mother, ao'nung is fearful of losing more people. losing people that he is close to. that is why he has not allowed the women he entertains in, he feeds their delusions but the moment they ask for something more he backs away.
he remembers the months of his fathers grief, his sister's tears. it was painful and he had to hold himself together, battle his grief once his family were stable.
ao'nung has lost his cool. scolding you for being so reckless, for not calling out to him and fighting the hunt alone. bickering the entire time, the moment you touch onto shore he grabs you by your wrist, dragging you away from everyone.
"enough ao'nung, you look crazy!" you shout.
"yeah okay, I'm the one who looks crazy." he spits.
"do not treat me as though I am fragile, I am soon to be the leader of the warriors."
"and when that time comes I will not treat you as such." he growls.
pushing you against a tree, his arms trap either side of you. you could easily escape this but you do not, his usually bright eyes are dark and narrow, brows furrowed. his burning gaze shoots straight to your core, your stomach flipping as you watch how he scans every inch of your skin.
out of reflex, you cover your chest, earning a scoff from him.
"put your arms down, I'm not going to do anything to you,"
he pulls your arms down and bites his lip as he continues his eye fuck against your skin.
"stop," you whisper, breath hitching.
thoughts of the grief he had to face in the past, what if he lost you today? his large palm rests against your shoulder, head dropping down as he breathes out slowly.
you lightly press your hands against his shoulders, rubbing soothing circles.
"what is wrong?"
"you are not hurt." he croaks.
"I am not hurt." you repeat.
"are you well?" he whispers.
"I am well ao'nung, look at me."
he looks up and it's as if your knees have failed you. his face is close, his mint breath ghosting over your lips. water trickles down his body, his bright blue with hints of white, eyes staring into yours. veins are running up his forearm that is planted beside your head, travelling into his bicep.
gulping, you try to look away but your eyes want more. looking down his neck, his chest is wet, droplets rolling down. following them, they roll down his muscular torso before soaking into his loincloth. looking away in an instant, heat slaps you round the face. small breaths leave you as your eyes go back to his loincloth, you can't pull them away even if you tried.
"don't look at me like that," he groans.
"like what?" you whisper.
"don't make it any harder for me than it already is,"
his forehead rests against yours, your body sets on fire. the heat travels between your thighs. swallowing dryly, you lick your lips. the air is cold.
"what is hard?"
"I thought I lost you," he confesses.
feeling his pain, the grief of his mother still haunts him. your hands run up his neck, gentle on his face.
"I am here, I am not going anywhere."
trying to comfort him, you bring his hand to yours. placing your palm against his, the size difference is comparable. his hand is wider, fingers longer, calloused from the rough water.
placing his hand against your chest, it covers entirely, part of his palm resting on your breasts. he closes his eyes, swallowing hard.
"feel my heartbeat."
he sighs as his head drops to your shoulder, holding himself together, calming himself down.
"ao'nung?"
pushing off each other, your heart drops as you gasp, turning away.
Tsireya, Tonowari and your father are stood there. mouths all dropped open.
"do you plan on greeting me aswell?" your father calls out.
stepping out to their view, shyly smiling.
"hello father."
expecting to see annoyance or shock horror on all of their faces, if you squint hard enough you can see smiles. tilting your head, your father pretends to cough.
"well, we will leave you to it." your father speaks.
"I expect you to be there for the celebration," Tonowari calls.
both of you nod, letting them go, thick air surrounds you both. he looks at you, desperation in his eyes but you do not realise. no others words are muttered between you both, leaving you separate ways.
you have not stopped thinking about him, how close he was to you, embarrassment of being caught makes you try to get the interaction out of your mind but the smell of salt and musk fills your mind.
the heartbeat between your thighs is intense, trying to push away the entire feeling. a man, ao'nung, has made you feel such a feeling no other has. all men that have tried to have you as their have failed, there is no personality behind those eyes. the title is not what you look at, their humour, character is what is important.
shaking your entire body, you jump on the spot forcing the thoughts of him out of your mind. you will not think of ao'nung, you will not let your body react in such a way again. you despise ao'nung more than you like him. he is sour.
people are celebrating, laughter loud and instruments playing, there is food everywhere. the people seem to have diminished all their worries and are standing before one another as brightly as they can. the sun is beginning to set but this does not stop the people.
children are running around squealing, babies are giggling there is life within our people. walking through the crowds, many greet you, celebrating you for what you have brought home. warrior's salute you as you go to find your family. tsireya runs at you, grabbing you by your arm.
what is it with these siblings being so aggressive?
"I saw you with my brother," she whispers.
embarrassment floods you.
you have never been close to tsireya, aware of her presence, able to make conversation but your duties lie different than hers. she is gentle, welcoming, emotional & you are rough, unwelcoming, robotic. she is the dream women for many but she found love in her own ways. that is what makes her different than the clan, she found her love with a different clan, different people...an outcast.
"it isn't what you thought," you shyly tell her.
"you both argue but there is feelings you both do not want to address," she smiles.
her doe eyes pull you into a trance.
"I am sorry it seems that way but I do not get along with your brother tsireya, he is a headache." saying it aloud, part of you regrets bits of it.
her lips purse as she gently rubs your arm.
"I have seen the way he looks at you, it is different."
"it is full of hatred," you cut her off.
"no, do not be silly! he looks at you with...need, emotion."
before you can respond to her, the devil himself, ao'nung stands before you both.
"you're not gossiping about me to her are you sister?" he jokes.
"no, I was not," the pink hue in her cheeks gives away that we were talking about him.
"oh? it seems you were...did you mention how strong I am?"
rolling your eyes, you stand before him. his eyes are down to yours, the air is too thick to breathe in but you do not look away. he holds the your eye contact and every fibre in your body turns, every inch of your skin crawls.
"ao'nung," you greet him.
he does not greet you back, he licks his lips slowly. your eyes drop to his tongue, watching how it flicks out, a pretty pink shade.
his eyes are on yours, you indulge in his stare. purposefully widening your eyes, tilting your head down to look at him through your lashes.
fuck me, ao'nung bites his lower lip as he lets you pull him into a trance. his eyes narrow from one eye to the other, eventually flicking down to your lips. slow but intense. it feels as though all air has been sucked out of space around you, as though you are breathing in the sea itself.
ao'nung's eyes sharpen as they study your eyes, noticing how there are small golden hues in your iris. white dots splattered across, your eyes are a darker shade of light blue, different from the others of the clan. the women do not have such eyes as yours.
your stomach flips, hard. core tensing, warmth exploding in your belly. the same feeling coats between your thighs, you can feel it drip.
it takes tsireya's throat clearing to pull you away, looking towards his sister in an instant. she smiles as she looks between the two of you.
what felt like minutes of his eye fucking was just seconds. the world had not moved as slow as you thought.
you leave before ao'nung opens his mouth. this tensions has never been there before, yes these feelings may have occurred in the start but like you said. he is not someone you can be with.
you slide next to your father, silent. watchful of those around you, the people are ecstatic. many of them coming over to give thanks and salute your father. but you do not stand join them, you sit with your arms crossed. thinking of ways to get yourself out of something that could end terribly.
"you're not with ao'nung," roxto shouts over the noise.
"hello to you too roxto,"
"did you guys argue?" he asks.
"no...we didn't."
he nods, silent.
"did something happen between you two?"
your neck almost snaps with how fast you turn to face him, face full of horror.
"no? why would you say that?"
"so something did happen." your reaction just proved his thoughts right.
"who said that?"
"look at yourself."
you sigh, slouching over.
"where is your friend anyways?"
"best friend, get that clear first and he is with Sri'tyi"
"the daughter of the seyto (butcher)?" you quiz.
"yeah"
"right"
you nod slow, sitting in silence.
when did he even begin speaking to her? being the butcher's daughter she's very skilled in her craftsmanship. very good at cutting and handling strong materials or meat.
you look up and there he goes again, ao'nung the rake. he has his face dangerously close to the woman, her face is painted bright pink from a very obvious blush. he lowers himself before her to listen to clearly interesting.
to even think about him for a slight second in such a way. shaking in disgust, you smile over to roxto.
"they look good together, don't you think?"
the question from him makes your chest ache.
"yeah, great!" you grit out.
you shouldn't feel like this, you push the feeling away completely and stand with roxto. both of you sit with fellow members of the hunting team, laughing and passing food over to you.
ao'nung has not come to you once the entire night, he has not looked your way, he has disappeared continuously, when you go to look for him he is not there. when you look up, he appears before you with the butcher's daughter.
your chest burns, you only swallow down the feeling with the freshly made fruit juice that was ever so strong, swoa (alcohol). so you shot down drink after drink.
four drinks went to five.
five drinks went to six.
then finally at your limit, six drinks went to seven.
stumbling over yourself, you make your way to the shore. desperate for some peace and quiet. the waves touch the tips of your feet, you fall back, looking up to the sky.
sighing, the buzz is warming. you can feel it in your jaw, flowing down to your knees. it feels comforting. the silence is filled with ilu clicking, waves tussling & the distance sound of the celebration.
"having fun?"
opening your eyes, ao'nung's cousin stands above you.
"oh!" you hiccup, mind tipsy.
"oh...you are not fully there." he hums.
"I am?" you slur.
"come, I will take you home. I can't leave our soon to be leader here alone." he grins.
the moon looks beautiful behind his head, you lift your hand, covering your eyes from him.
"can you stand?"
you stumble as you make your way up, slipping with a giggle when he catches you.
"I will take you home." he whispers.
his grip around your waist is tight, holding your hand. he guides you away from the shore before standing before you.
"let me carry you, it will be faster than walking at this pace,"
"I'll be fine to walk alone tsamsiyu, do not worry yourself" you slur.
"right...so I'll carry you then?"
you groan in protest, his arms sling under you, lifting you up.
"you're lighter than I expected" he huffs.
"well that has to be offensive" you groan, the buzz strengthening.
he flusters, stuttering an apology.
"I'm only pulling your tail, don't worry." you hiccup.
he chuckles and carries you home under the dark sky.
what the hell is she doing with my cousin? annoyance floods ao'nung's veins, his heads spinning from the swoa (alcohol). he stumbles as he makes his way closer to where you are in the arms of his cousin.
he watches the smile on your lips but how messed up you look, you've clearly had too much to drink. ao'nung runs up to you both, your eyes are shut already. sleeping.
"I will take her home cousin." he firmly states.
before his cousin can protest, ao'nung's hands slither around you, pulling you from him into his chest with a thud.
"she has had too much to drink, cousin."
"I can see that, thank you."
"if you return, let me know how she is."
who the fuck are you? is what ao'nung really wants to say, but instead, he holds his tongue and walks off.
his eyes trail down to your sleeping frame in his arms, the pink hue on your cheeks and tip of your nose indicates just how much you've drank. your chest rises slow, his eyes almost fall out of his head when he sees what you are wearing. your breasts are pushed up by a small cloth that wraps around your neck, your tweng (loincloth) is shorter, hardly covering anything if the weather was different.
you want me to die woman. ao'nung growls as he readjusts you in his arms, careful not to wake you.
gently placing you onto your mat, ao'nung falls to the floor beside you. your sleeping figure, turns in comfort, realising you are home. he rest on his palms, looking around the room. your room is decorated with intricate designs, weapons and clothes.
he lies beside you, watching the glow in your face. how peaceful you look, your hair is dishevelled but you look...beautiful in his eyes.
panic settles in when he realises just what is happening to him, how he is behaving. it's too late. taking you from his cousin when he should have just let him take you but who knows what would have happened. holding you, looking at you.
he shakes his head and leaves without looking back.
as days pass, you begin to stick out like a sore thumb in ao'nung's eyes. he sees you before he sees anyone else, he can't stop his gaze from wondering down. the way your breasts are clearly too much for the immature bit of cloth you wear, your tweng too short.
your hair has small braids with loose curls, long hair ending just past the middle of your back. your hair smells like the sea, fresh and clean. when you pass ao'nung can almost taste the ocean water in his mouth. you walk with a sway in your hips unintentionally, the same one he saw the moment he met you.
he's become more...observing of your body.
the stretch marks that are almost golden in the sunlight that run up your thighs and over your perfectly rounded stomach. your muscles that are etched into your skin, the roundness of your hips and swell of your breasts. you are such a sour woman having such a dangerous body, it drives ao'nung insane.
ao'nung's cold washes are becoming more frequent, his eyes are no longer under his control, they look to the swell of your ass that sticks out just so teasingly for him. he can't stop himself.
he is respectful, he has never looked at you in such a way and if he has it has been long wiped out of his mind. he prays to eywa for forgiveness constantly, after every stroke of his cock and ribbons of his release painting his abs, he curses himself, begging eywa to accept his forgiveness.
so much of you fills his mind, so much of him wants you in every way he possibly can but he can't. he does not want to ruin you, he doesn't want to take your innocence from you. ao'nung wants you to stay as pure as you are now, he wants you to be able to lead the warriors of the clan with no distractions.
he can't get over the softness of your thighs, how thick they are, the way they rub together and shake just slightly when you move. your confidence is what ruins him and he can't keep this facade up any longer.
"hi ao'nung," you greet him so sweetly.
he watches how your breasts push together as you sit yourself down in front of him.
"you're such a prick ao'nung!"
he watches how your chest rises when you shout at him, your breasts have a slight tremor.
"are you kidding me ao'nung? you know we had a hunt tonight!"
he watches how you whine, pouting, your plump bottom lip sticking out as you stand before him.
"look behind me ao'nung."
he watches the roundness of your ass jiggling, as soon as you bend over he's sure he can almost see your bare pussy. his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
every little thing you do distracts him. no matter how you behave he can't stop himself.
this isn't normal, he knows it isn't. there's nothing he can do now to change everything he feels. it's too late to neglect these feelings.
"AO'NUNG!" you shout.
"what!? fucking hell," he mutters.
you pull him out of his head with your screaming, he kisses his teeth. his mind was somewhat relaxing for a second.
"i'm not going to repeat myself again, we have to go out to the sea walls and repair the hole at the bottom with the tsamsiyu's," you remind him.
"when did the hole get there?"
"are you serious..."
"what?"
"the hole got there this morning, we've been talking about it since this morning..." disappointment laced in your tone.
he groans and slaps his head, rolling his shoulders.
"is something on your mind?" worried.
"no, nothing...continue"
"we will go today as the tsamsiyu's fill the hole, we'll be on watch"
"yeah that's fine."
he brushes you off and you snarl.
"where is your focus today?" you spit.
"right here with you, I am listening."
"yeah, okay buddy."
he rolls his eyes and calls roxto over, the three of you sharpening your weapons ahead of mounting. ao'nung's mind drifts back onto you, questions alarming his mind.
"bro...are you good?" roxto raises a brow.
ao'nung clears his throat, groaning. disturbed again.
"yes I'm fine, I'm fine. stop talking to me and let us continue doing what we have to do!" he growls, storming off.
"is he good?" you ask.
"don't know what his issue is" roxto shrugs.
"maybe he's...mentally unwell,"
roxto rolls around in a fit of laughter.
"maybe you're unwell too."
the three of you ride off to the seawalls in silence, the warriors around you yip and click as you journey onwards.
peaceful until ao'nung decides to open his mouth.
"I'm telling you! we should be down there with them!" he shouts.
"I just said to you...everyone is down there with them. we are to keep an eye on anything oncoming. what is going on with you today?" you shriek.
roxto jumps, keeping himself at distance from the two of you.
"why do you keep asking me that? I'm sick of your questions today." ao'nung spits.
your face contorts as you look at him, eyes narrowed. heat flushes your back in annoyance.
"right...you better calm the hell down ao'nung." you firmly state.
he kisses his teeth and you can feel genuine anger lace your blood stream.
"and drop that attitude." you call out to him, riding away slowly.
he calms himself down by flipping himself upside down in the waters, cooling off the heat burning his skin. sighing, he looks over to roxto who's face seems to be permanently fixed into a look of "annoyance".
"you're behaving weird today bro," roxto tuts.
"I don't mean to,"
you bring yourself back, shoving a fish into the netted bag.
"I want to apologise."
you cut him off.
"i don't gaf," rolling your eyes.
"gaf?" he whispers over to roxto.
"she doesn't give a fuck" roxto responds.
the journey home was silent, ao'nung's weirdo behaviour has ticked you off. visible rage in how tense your shoulders are.
sitting across his father, Tonowari eats the fish you had caught earlier on.
you both update the Olo'eyktan in the construction done today, what the issue was and any hunting circles you may have found upon the vast sea.
the conversation switches and it feels like every muscle in your body is forcibly stretched.
"ao'nung, you must find yourself a partner. your time of Olo'eyktan is close,"
ao'nung nods, kneeling.
"yes father,"
"I am sure you will pick someone who will provide you strength and will be beneficial to our clan,"
Tonowari watches the colour in your face drain, the twitch in your ears. your tail is rigid in its position. he smiles as he looks between the pair of you, it is obvious. you both feel the same for each other.
if only ronal could see how their son has matured, he thinks to himself. he sends eywa his thoughts, praying that his son decides on someone he desires. choosing not only the clan but himself, praying that you are accepting of his son.
once time has passed, he dismisses you both.
"I'm sure you will choose the right person for you," you softly tell ao'nung.
your chest aches with each word you force out.
"I am sure too."
ao'nung's mind is torn. sidetracked. every single atom in his body is calling for you, to ask you to be his. but his mind trails onto his father, he needs connection, the people need someone who will be with them constantly whilst he is not.
he shouldn't be his hesitant, he knows he wants you. you would be the perfect fit by his side, you are the perfect fit. you are his equal in many ways, his fuel for desire and his partner upon the waters. but he does not want to trap you in a title where you will not enjoy your time, he does not even know if you see him the way he sees you.
ao'nung's own mind betrays him, his thoughts and his inability to communicate. his thoughts drown him, forcing him into silence. obedience. he doesn't speak when he is next to you, he does not look you in your eyes or come close.
ao'nung is slipping away from with each wave, the feeling is strange. it's painful. as if your routine has been snatched and flipped around.
your overthinking mind has also shunned you into silence, your father has already been warned by Tonowari of what is to come.
"they will struggle brother." your father states.
"they reject one another out of fear of their own feelings, my son will have no choice but to rise above" Tonowari booms.
"and what if he does not?"
Tonowari's jaw ticks.
"my son will do no such thing, he will find his way to her. you will see it my friend."
as painful mornings fall into the dark nights, the seas have become violent over the recent weeks. the rain is a curse upon the land, the people struggle to socialise in such harsh conditions. hunting has become dangerous and too much of a risk for the future Olo'eyktan to join.
things have become lifeless, the people are quiet but full of excitement. word has been spread, Ao'nung is courting the Butcher's daughter. the day it had been told it was as if someone had punched you directly into your chest.
it was never meant to be like this, you were never meant to feel this way and neither was he.
"I am proud to inform, my son will be courting Sri'tyi Seyto!" Tonowari's voice thunders upon your deafened ears.
your chest tightens, the tension forming in your throat. it's as if your mother has slapped you, your face hot with resentment. it feels as if the entire room have turned to face you, wanting the ground to swallow you now.
hot tears prick your eyes. you feel misunderstood. unheard. not seen by the one you thought would see you, choose you. you were not expecting him to choose you for marriage but choose you over marriage. keep you as the woman he goes to, sees, spends time with. something.
you should have never allowed yourself to get this attached to him, you should have distanced when the chance was given. you never recognised ao'nung when you first saw him, you were the one who walked through the crowd and focused on your duties. you were selfish. only thinking of yourself. roxto had introduced you to him correctly, your father formally.
as if someone has stocked rocks on your shoulder, the pressure pushes down on you. looking around at the people celebrating, you slip away quietly.
Ao'nung is sour. it was never meant to turn into this, not this sour.
so you run, you run as fast as your legs allow you to. sinking into the cold sea you call for your spirit sister, tears mixing in with the comforting water. you want to sob, scream but you cannot.
the calls of your spirit sister cause you to sink further, she lifts you with her fin and pushes you back. both of you greeting each other. you are not close to your spirit sister like the others, you both only call for each other when needed.
she signs
"what is wrong?"
you sign
"he is to marry another"
she signs
"the olo'eyktan's son?"
you sign
"yes, he is courting her."
she signs
"my sister, you must tell him how you feel."
you sign
"it is too late for my turn, sister."
she signs
"it is never too late for a beautiful woman as yourself, time is not a worry for you sister."
you sign
"he will never accept me, I am horrible to him sister. I am the imperfect side of myself."
she signs
"you think yourself weak. you are strong, a tsamsiyu. you are a role model to many and a story between us spirit siblings. make haste, do not linger here with your sadness. know your worth, you are more than what your mind makes you."
it has been weeks of this torment, crying to your spirit sister every night. every tear that falls from you feels like poison. your mind is repeating the same words that fell from Tonowari's mouth, eating at you.
you have not seen ao'nung privately in weeks, when you are with others you see him across from you with the butcher's daughter. he looks content, happy, enjoying himself and there you are. suffering over something that never happened.
so you become more snappy, you are horrible to him. you push him away, you do not stand in the same room as him, you reach out to roxto to join you on your hunts. you do not treat him the same as you have before.
the people celebrate your hunts with your absence, you sit in silence, holding yourself as you mourn of the loss that is to come.
ao'nung is in despair. he does not wake up nor does he sleep, each day he courts he is putting on an act. each day he hears you have asked for roxto his heart falls out of his chest. his mind is filled of you but he does not want to torment you, he does not want you to suffer what he does.
each conversation he has with this woman is empty, each laugh is a lie, each smile is forced. she isn't you.
but whenever ao'nung tries to speak to you, you shut him down. when he tries to join you, you leave. your absence is painful.
so he seeks for you, he looks for you through the tides. he cannot fathom his future without you, he needs your blessings. he needs to know you're okay.
which is why you've ended up naked.
"speak to me, do not shy away from me...please" ao'nung begs.
"what is there to talk about ao'nung. what do you want me to say" you spit.
"tell me what is bothering you, why you are so distant?"
"you are to be wed soon, you should not be here."
"I don't care, tell me what is causing you to be so cold with me?"
"ao'nung. don't make this into a situation. I am happy for you, I wish you all the best now please, leave." you grit.
he shakes his head, stepping closer to you.
"you can't avoid me forever," he whines.
"stop...just stop this conversation." you plead.
"tell me to go and I will go, tell me to stay and I will stay."
he steps closer to you, pushing his body right onto yours. he traps you within his shoulders, lowering his head, his eyes meeting yours.
"tell me to go and I will go." he whispers, his cold breath fanning over your lips.
he edges his face closer, nose brushing yours.
"tell me to stay and I will stay." he shakes.
"ao'nung...stop,"
his hand goes to your hand, wrapping his fingers around yours tight.
"see how you feel in my hands,"
his fingers trace up your arm, goosebumps lifting behind each touch.
"see how you respond to me."
he buries his face into your neck, inhaling deeply.
"how intoxicating you smell."
"ao'nung...you can't do this," you gasp when his hands brush gently over your nipples.
"tell me what you want and I will give it to you," he presses a soft kiss against your neck.
"ao'nung."
he runs his nose against the nape of your neck, shivers running down your spine.
"tell me you hate me," he groans.
you shake your head no, biting down on your lip to contain the noises that threaten to leave.
"if you tell me to stop, I will stop."
his hands snake around your back, each touch earning a gasp from you. his fingers trace the not of your top that covers your breasts.
"tell me you don't want this and I will leave."
your silence is his answer, he easily unties the beautiful cloth and lets it fall. your breasts spring free, his eyes staring directly at the beauty he sees before him.
"you're all i think about"
his attack is instant, licking and sucking at each nipple. his saliva coats you, the pleasure forming between your thighs. you moan, clutching onto his hair, pulling at it. he growls at each tug, gripping your breasts in his large hands.
your arousal drips down your thighs, impossible to contain. he gropes at you, watching you squish your thighs together. every flick of his tongue on your nipple has you arching into his touch.
"I will not tease you, I will not make you wait." he groans.
"ao'nung...what...please"
he coos you, lips faintly kissing yours.
"I will kiss you once you are mine," he whispers but you do not hear him.
"let me worship you" he pleads.
his bright blue eyes laser into yours, the world around you silent. it is just you and him, not the clan, not your titles. just you and him. he lifts you, eyes never leaving yours, bringing you to the shore. placing you down, he unties your tweng.
"I will hold you, I will worship you. I will show you everything," he whispers against your neck.
his hands snake down your back, grabbing your ass. he spanks you, growling at the fullness in his hands. ao'nung's cock is painfully hard, desperate to come out. he has finally got what he has dreamed of in front of him, he has you right where he wants you. but he does not want you to think of anything else but him. ao'nung palms his cock through his tweng, watching your eyes drop down.
"I've seen the way you look at my tweng," a smile lingering.
"what? when have I ever?" you blush.
he lets his tweng drop, your jaw dropping. you moan from just the mere sight of his beautiful cock, veins running up his girth. his cock is slightly darker than his bright blue skin, he is thick. the mushroom tip is a dark shade of purple, leaking precum runs down to his heavy balls. painful.
"I'll stuff my cock inside you another time tĂŹyawn (love)"
struggling to lift your eyes from his cock, he lifts you and walks with you into the water.
"what are you doing?" you question.
"you will see."
he lets go of you, you lie above the water, bobbing. ao'nung smirks as he looks at your naked figure, watching the ocean lift you up for him as his treat.
he spreads your legs open, hooking them over each shoulder.
"ao'nung..." you gasp, worried.
"tell me to stop and I will stop"
silence, his breath fanning over your bare pussy has your arching. he waits, letting the silence scare you before he makes his attack. sucking at your pussy in an instant. shock fills you, the pleasure clouds your mind.
"oh my...ao'nung!" you moan out.
his tongue licks your folds, spitting and spreading them. the cold water mixing in. but your arousal is not masked, you're sticky and soaked.
"fuck...all for me?" he groans.
he is sloppy, making out with your pussy like a starved man, desperate moans leave you, your thighs clamping his head into place. his tongue flicks against your clits, sucking and slapping against it. your eyes roll back as your grip onto his hair, hips shaking in his hold. you feel as though you will sink but ao'nung holds you in place, lifting you. his long tongue pushes your folds apart, circling your clenching hole. cock fucking up into the warm, tight waters. moaning against your pussy as he drinks your juices.
"tight fucking pussy, so sweet"
"nnghh, ao'nung! fuck" you scream.
"wanna stuff you on my fat cock, watch you cream" his voice deep with lust.
"wanna eat this pussy forever, fuck"
his tongue slowly pushes into you, the stretch painful. his fingers rub your clit, stimulation whilst you're split open on his tongue.
"fuck please, unghhh nung! 'm gonna" you scream.
your eyes roll back as he fills you. his tongue curls against your g spot, the sudden intrusion makes you scream. ao'nung's eyes roll back as you clench around his tongue, his cock desperate to feel you planted on him.
spitting the salty water against your pussy, he shoves his tongue back in. the moment you moan, he fucks your pussy on his tongue.
"nunggggg, fuck, Olo'eyktan!" you moan.
he groans, fucking you faster on his tongue.
"i'm your fucking Olo'eyktan, thats right tĂŹyawn, call me it again. who's your Olo'eyktan?"
"you are! please, nung i feel like...i don't know!"
"you're gonna cum my love, you can cum, go on"
his tongue vibrates against your sensitive spot, your back arches in his hold, sparks setting off all over you as you cum. creaming all over his tongue, ao'nung does not stop.
he continues lathering you with a mix of his spit, salty water and your own cum. your needy cunt gushes his tongue, slop!slop!slop! lewd sounds of your pussy fill your ears.
"fuck, you like it when I shove my tongue in you?"
you nod frantically, whimpering.
"yes! yes please ao'nung I wanna feel you," you sob.
"in due time baby, lemme eat this tight pussy, get it ready for my fat fucking cock yeah?"
"sweet girl taking me soo good"
"clenching round nothin', you're so cute"
ao'nung's praises that are so innocent but so dirty push you to the brink of another orgasm.
"nung!"
"yeah?"
"feel like...feel's weird!" you whine.
"gonna cum again?"
"yeah...yeah! but nnghh fuck, feel like i'm-"
"squirt on my tongue, nga tsewtx 'eve (you dirty girl)"
holding you close, ao'nung dresses you.
"you did so good for me" he whispers, kissing your forehead.
you sigh, clutching onto his chest.
"ao'nung"
"I know what you're about to say."
"tell me the truth"
"I am no longer courting her,"
"huh!?" you gasp.
"I couldn't continue courting her. not when you fill my mind, when you are all I think about. you are all I see, no matter how far you go it is not far enough. I can't escape you in my dreams nor my mind, if I continue to reject the thought of you...I don't know what could happen to me." he confesses.
"ao'nung," you're speechless.
"I humble myself before you, I want you. only you. oel ngati kameie,"
warmth fills you, each night you suffered, each day you feel to your knees. praying to eywa, begging for her to guide ao'nung to you, show him you are what he deserves. to take you.
"ao'nung, i do not want you to force yourself to be with me, I don't want you to trap yourself"
"if im trapped between your thighs for the rest of my life, I will survive a happy man"
you slap his chest, giggling.
he kneels between your knees, his cock standing erect.
"people will see us!" you scold him.
"let them see, they will be lucky to watch."
he brings his kuru over his shoulder, your eyes blown wide as he lifts it. waiting for you. giving yours to his, his hands shake.
"it has always been you, from the moment I saw you it has been you."
"I should have told you ao'nung, I shouldn't have run from this"
"do not be silly, I tried to fight, stop myself from having you."
"you have me, you will always have me."
his pupils are blown as he stares down at you, cock teasing your folds.
"then let me have you for the rest of my life,"
"ao'nung! the people will see us!"
"are you worried?"
"yes!? I don't want them to see you fuck me,"
he groans at your words, laughing. shaking his head, he wraps his hand around your throat.
"you want this cock?"
"yes," you moan.
"then let them see who's cock this belongs to,"
he shoves his fat cock into your tight hole, the pain of being stretched out so wide and full has tears pricking your eyes. your hips cramp and your body stills, ao'nung presses soft kisses down your chest.
"breathe for me, slow and steady"
he pulls himself back and bottoms out in you completely, filling you to the brim.
"this pussy...fuck me, you are so fucking tight." he moans.
ao'nung holds your kuru's against one another, watching the pink tendrils edge close. overstimulated, tears stream down your face.
"aw sevin (pretty), don't cry on my cock." he coos.
he pushes your kuru's together, the tendrils fighting for dominance, wrapping around each other, pushing and brushing past, sinking into one another.
the feeling intoxicating, pleasure shoots into you both, every nerve buzzing, hearing blood flow, each other's hearts beat, feeling the tightness of your pussy and how heavy he sits inside you. ao'nung's eyes roll back, your screams echoing.
"fuck!" he roars.
his attack is brutal, pistoling his fat, girthy cock into your poor tight pussy. forcing you to take his cock up against your cervix, ao'nung moans and you're spread wider.
Pairing: Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x F!Reader
Summary: pt. 2 to midnight stranger
pt.3 pt.4
WC: 6.3k
Warnings: 18+, mildly dubcon, reader is lowkey scared of him but also isn't telling him "no", maybe a little fear/primal play?, (i really dk how to tag this scene), uhmm, dark!dex, JEALOUS!dex, he thinks you and matt have something going on, manhandling, rough sex, biting, spanking, fingering, PIV, overstimulation, unprotected, creampie, no use of Y/N
Dex's not-so subtle moans fill your ears. His jaw working. His fingers press into his mouth, sucking and licking them clean. His gaze levels yours with a smile.
Your face burns and you look away while you clear your throat.
"Food's good. Thank you."
You turn back to him, face still aflame as you stand, clearing your plates from the table. "Of course. You need fuel to help heal your...body." You almost cringe at yourself, trying not to glance down at his shirtless state. His damp hair messy on top of his head. You turn abruptly to the kitchen, hands full with the dishes. He watches you closely, tracking your every move. You're trying not to squirm, try not to think about these thoughts he's eliciting out of you. After cleaning the plates, you take your time washing your hands as he stares from the dining room table. Maybe you just needed to keep some distance away from him.
"You feed Matt while he's here?"Â
The question makes you frown and pause in your task, looking back up from to catch his stare. Dex's tone every time he's mentioned the Daredevil has been laced with...you want to say, unfriendliness. Maybe even hostility. It confused you, weren't they supposed to be friends? He was sent here by him, was he not? His hands are busy picking nonexistent lint off the sweats you gave him, as he looks away from your questioning regard.Â
"Uhm...no, I don't think I have." You actually try to think back to those countless nights. Maybe there was a pizza ordered here or there.
"Too busy with each other, huh?"Â
You miss the seething hatred in his tone as your brain tries to think about Matt and food and when the last time you saw him was.Â
Airily, without thinking, you reply, "Yeah, we're always busy when he's here."
You turn away to grab a rag to dry your hands, sink water turned off. This means you also miss the way Dex's lips twist up in a sneer, the way his hands clench and bunch up the grey fabric of his sweats. When you're done with your tasks, you turn towards your bedroom door, peering in before turning back to him. You were exhausted. You assess the man still seated at the table, his lips pressed into a thin line. Maybe he really was still in pain.
"I'll get you some pain medicine." You head into your bathroom cabinet, grabbing some acetaminophen and ibuprofen. It was the only thing you had on hand, hoping the two combined with the right dosage would help him ease some of his obvious discomfort.
When you come back, you're shocked to see he's moved to the couch. Pillow over his lap, legs kicked up onto the coffee table in front of him.
Before the two of you had sat down to eat, he'd helped you roll up the ruined rug, despite your protests about his wounds. You stood there and watched his muscles work, trying not to think about his hands on you while his arms worked the rug into a roll. Watched his back muscles roll when he lifted it up, hoisting it over his shoulder. Blushed when he'd given you a wink, not even phased, not even winded. You had to scold yourself when thoughts about him hoisting you up over his shoulder, ushering you into the bedroom, maybe even his hand swatting your ass had clouded your mind. He had looked at you like he knew exactly what you were thinking.
So the rug was gone. As was his cut up suit. His weapons, however... They sat right next to his feet on the coffee table. They unnerved you, to say the least. Daredevil didn't ever have any real weapons on him. He wasn't a killer. You didn't know much about the man you had in front of you, but you could venture to assume that he was similar to using violence as a tool like Frank Castle. You weren't sure how you felt about that.Â
You step closer to Dex, hand reaching out to drop some meds in his outstretched one. Instead of letting the medicine fall into his palm, he catches your hand with his, his rougher and larger hand engulfing yours. You catch yourself from pulling back in shock, instead turning your hand in his so he can properly take the medicine from you. He hums when you finally pull away from him, popping the medicine into his mouth like candy with a devious smile. Your skin tingles from where he'd touched you.
As a distraction, and curiosity, you look back at his weapons, trying to keep cool about everything. You doubted the Daredevil wanted you lusting over his friend, who was obviously in a vulnerable state. There's a moment of silence, as you turn away from his weapons and look around the room, until you're staring back at him. He smiles and pats the cushion next to him. A bit awkwardly, you move around the coffee table and sit on the opposite end of the couch, hands folded in your lap like this wasn't your home.Â
Taking a steadying breath, you turn to him with a careful voice, "What...what happened last night? Is Daredevil...is Matt okay?"
It was Dex's turn to look away from your gaze. Which was odd, considering how he never seemed to stop staring at you. His tone was nonchalant, "There was a fight. I can't get into too much detail." He turns back to you, his eyes slowly assessing you, "I'm sure he's fine."
You don't feel satisfied with his answer, "Okay, well, you're going to have to give me more than that. What is going on?" Your body turns more towards him on the couch, brain now on a mission. He was being way too vague from the get go. "Why did he send you here?"
"I told you," his shoulder lifts up in a shrug, "He told me to come. I had to get out of there."
"So, that's the part where I'm concerned, Dex," you stress his name in a scold, "If you came here in such a state, who is to say that Matt isn't worse off? Shouldn't we call the authorities or go check on him?"
He clenches the pillow on his lap, he teeth biting together. "Why are you so worried about him?"
You blink.Â
"What?"Â You ask, taken aback from his accusatory tone.
"I said why are you so worried about him." He almost hisses it out.
"I heard you." You frown at him, suddenly not liking where this conversation was going. All those comments on Matt from him starting to line up together in your head. Oh God. Did he...did he not like Matt? "I...I'm sorry, I'm confused. Why would I not be concerned about him?"
"Are these his fucking sweats I'm wearing?"
Your brows pull together into a deeper frown, glancing at the grey sweats around his legs. They weren't. They were a pair of your ex's you had stolen, unwilling to give them back and in a way, spitefully keeping them after the breakup years ago. They were comfy, and you doubted the SOB was missing them. Maybe it pleased you if he did, but that was besides the point. What was going on in this conversation with the man in your house? On your couch.
You slowly stand from the couch, red flags and warning bells now ringing in your head. God, you were stupid. Falling blind to his attractiveness, thinking he was here because Matt sent him. What if he killed him? You look down at the weapons on the table with widening eyes. Oh God, what if those wounds you patched up on him were from the Daredevil himself? You feel your feet backing up slowly, trying to subtly gain space from Dex.
His eyes darken, his lips parting into a dark smile. "These are, aren't they?" He makes a low furious noise as he stands from the couch. "No wonder they don't fit properly." Dex rises to his full height, tossing the pillow behind him, back onto the couch. He takes a slow step forward as you're taking a slow step back.
Sweat drips down your back. Eyes trailing his down his torso, to the waistband of the sweats. You're about to tell him, No, of course they aren't. Why would you have his clothes here? But your mouth dries and you force a swallow as you see the obvious outline of his thickening dick through the material. You feel your skin burn, desire filling your belly. You feel dizzy from the mixture of fear and arousal. What has gotten into you?
The man chuffs an amused noise as you take him in as he continues to stalk you like prey around your coffee table. Your legs quiver with anticipation, your body wanting to bolt. Fuck, you're wet. He's so tall and broad, the outline of his cock in the sweats burning into your brain. He looks big and thick and heavy. He takes step forward, and you flinch at the sudden movement, heart rate quickening. Your lips part in a pant before your tongue swipes out to wet them. Your mind clouding with desire. Your gaze trails back up his body, his mouth still lifted up in a smirk. Like he's happy to see that you caught on to him. That you're still catching up to the game he's been playing since you let him in. He's somehow moved so subtly, that he's an arm length's away. Your body racks itself into a full shiver, just before you're jolting into action.
Except he's faster. His hand reaches out to snatch your loose pajama shirt, almost tearing the fabric as he pulls your body back to him. His built arms coming around you to capture you against him, his breath leaving him in a short laugh when your back hits against his torso. You can feel the press of his hard cock flush against your ass as you squirm against his hold, one arm of his cording around your waist to keep you trapped to him. His other arm banding across your chest, hand going up to flex over your throat. You let out a small simpering and pathetic sound, pussy painfully throbbing with the contact of his body against yours. He presses his hips into you, the length of his dick grinding in between you two.Â
"Easy, girl." Dex's voice presses on the shell of your ear, like he's trying to calm you down. His fingers flex over your throat, not cutting off your oxygen, just keeping you in a hold. "Fuck, you're squirmy." He groans as you try to continue, weakly, to get out of his hold, your ass rubbing up against his hard cock. You feel it jump against you. You freeze while pull in air through your bared teeth.
"What are you doing?"Â You hiss out to him, biting back a whimper when he grinds into you at the sound of your voice.Â
His nose presses into your hair, a shudder racking his body behind you as he takes in a breath of your scent. "Do you fight Matt like this?"
You can't suppress a gasp when his mouth comes down to your throat, his fingers just barely parting for his tongue. He licks you softly, like he's testing your taste. Your eyes flutter shut as your head tilts, giving him more space. Dex notices and hums, pleased with the permission you gave him, his hand coming up to your jaw to tilt your head more as he sucks a spot on your neck. His grasp on you loosens, though he's still keeping you caged against his hard body as he works you up with mouth and tongue. Your panties are thoroughly soaked, and you grind back against him with a small moan. He releases your neck with a sucking pop, pleased to see his mark on you. He wants more of them on you, dark thoughts almost overtaking him until your hand is reaching in between the two of you, seeking out his throbbing length. He chokes when you grip him through the sweats, his head dropping to your shoulder.Â
You suck in a breath as your hands grip his girth, feeling him throb underneath your fingers. You work him through the fabric, his hips twitching up to press more into you. Dex's hand leaves your jaw to trail down to your breast, squeezing you through the fabric of your shirt, eliciting another weak moan from you. You hadn't bothered putting on a bra after your shower last night, something you don't ever sleep in. His fingers finding the peak of your nipple, rolling it in between them, causing your grip on him to tighten. He lets out a curse behind you, his mouth going back to your throat to suck another mark into you. When he's satisfied and finished with his bite, he quickly releases you, spinning you around before his mouth comes crashing down on yours, his hands grasping the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair.Â
A surprised noise leaves you, smothered into his mouth, body rigid with the sudden movement until you soften into the kiss, mouth parting for him. You can feel him shudder again, pleased with how obedient you were being. How soft. How willing. But his mouth turns harsh, consuming, his kiss almost biting and clashing with anger. He's thinking about Matt having his hands on you, swallowing your moans. Having your hands pulling him in. An angry noise spills into the space of your battling mouths, his hands now hooking up under your thighs and ass, hoisting you up into the air with such ease it shocks and scares you. He was so strong, so agile and quick. Your thighs come around his waist, knocking into his wounds and stitches, the pain egging him on as he lets out a anguished noise. You try to slow down, to apologize, to tell him to put you down so you don't hurt him, but he kissing you with such angry abandon that you can't get anything out, can't even think straight as your hands come down to clutch his broad shoulders. His fingers dig into the swell of your ass, gripping you so tightly you're sure to have his fingers imprinted on you. Dex walks the two of you steadily back into your bedroom, placing you onto your bed, following you without his mouth leaving you once.
The situation starts to play your mind, your lower belly burning with want and need, legs spread for him to make space as his cock rubs along your clothed sex. You let out a moan into his mouth, your hands trailing up to his hair, tugging, trying to get him to take his mouth of yours so you can at least speak. The pain just seems to encourage him, his dick humping into your cunt, the friction from his weight and clothes making you hotter and hotter. You pant openly against his mouth, his tongue slipping in with an eager groan. You feel his hands pet along side of you, touching and gripping as much as he can through your clothes. He pulls away to look down at you.
Hell. You're looking up at him with hungry eyes, soft and pliant in his arms. Lips red and puffy from his attacks. Your pupils are blown out in lust, and it makes his stomach tighten as he thinks about Matt of all people in this moment.
"You look up at him like that too? Or is that just for me?" He grips your jaw, making you look at him dead on as your face scrunches up in confusion.
"Wh-" You start, until he's cutting you off by smacking his lips against yours again, teeth biting at your lips. You let out a shrill, hands coming to his shoulders to push him away.
"What is with you?" You hiss at him, thumping a hand against his shoulder as you try to push him off you. You're fighting him again, weakly, you might say, as his fingers wiggle their way under your shorts, making you pause in your fake struggle. You look back up at him, his dark gaze on your face as you watch him watch you feel his quick fingers just outside your soaked panties. He swipes them against the heat of your clothed core, your hips bucking up in response. He presses his fingers against your sopping wet entrance, smiling at the way your mind goes blank just from his touch.
"Tell me you want me more than him." Dex growls down at you, the pads of his fingers pressing onto your clothed and aching clit. You let out a broken gasp as he finds your spot easily through your clothes.Â
"Dex,"Â you whine, trying to grind down on his fingers, needing more friction than he's allowing you to have. You give him no other response but a short cry, as he's suddenly shoving your panties to the side, underneath all your clothes, his fingers brutally shoving inside you. Even fully clothed, you feel exposed as two of his fingers stretch you open, making squelching noises around his digits as he fucks them into you. Your hands scramble for purchase on his shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh. He can't pull his fingers out properly to thrust them in, so he moves them in a debilitating up and down motion, scissoring them into you, pressing harshly against your G spot. You suck a sharp breath in, your exhale a long devastating moan. He's ruining you, destroying and rewriting you this quickly.Â
You don't realize the noises you're making until he's leaning down to swallow them, his mouth sucking another biting kiss into yours. Your fingers clutch the strands of his hair as you keep him to you, the moans and whimpers you're making not stopping, just getting muffled into his lips. There's dull and hot sensation in your core as he works you, he's shoving you towards a sensation you've never really felt before. Your legs tremble with the stimulation, and you almost want him stop - it's so strong. Your muscles clench and release, like you're body is trying to catch up with the way he moves. You can only feel pleasure, as his fingers isolate a perfect spot inside of you, overwhelming you with the fire blurring hot inside your veins and entire body. He pulls back from your mouth, staring down at you. You almost cry when he starts talking again, his fingers pushing you higher and higher-
"That's it. That's it. Fuck yes."Â
What is happening? Your pussy is clamping and fluttering around his fingers, your mouth opens with a silent cry and you suddenly feel soaked. Your back arches into the bed, head tipping back, eyes screwing shut and that's when you finally feel it. Sparks zapping inside you, energy sucking up out of your body. You feel your orgasm through your entire body, rather just down there, body cumming before your brain even knew what was happening. You pant as you come down, limbs heavy. Dex eases his fingers out of you, humming a pleased noise in the back of his throat. He pulls his wet fingers out from underneath your shorts, your eyes darken as he sucks them into his mouth, cleaning them up noisily. It makes that need and want crawl back inside of you, core clenching with just the act of him doing that. He smirks around his fingers, teeth biting into his flesh as he looks down at you. Looking every bit of handsome and dangerous. You almost forgot who you were dealing with here, your legs starting to push you back up the bed away from him.
Dex grips your ankle, yanking you back down to him. You let out a weak squeak, helping him anyways when he goes to shuck your ruined shorts and underwear off you. His nostrils flare and pupils dilate as he takes in your lower naked half, his large hands gripping the back of your knees to lift and spread your legs, exposing your wet and fluttering sex to him. You blush, embarrassed by the unwavering attention from him, trying to squirm away from his hot gaze. He groans and presses your legs open even more, his clothed cock coming to rub against your soaking pussy. You watch as your wetness darkens the grey fabric and whimper when he drags his heavy cock against your sensitive slit. He curses at the feel of you, at the sight of you.Â
His fingers flex against your skin, letting go of his hold on you. He reaches up instead to strip you of your shirt, completely exposing you to the air. Your nipples peak with the temperature change and you blush, hands going up to cover over yourself. He growls with a frown tugging on his face, knocking your hands away from yourself.Â
âDonât hide. Do you hide with him? Huh?â He palms your breasts, spreading his fingers wide to catch all of you, his cock thrusting against you just once, letting you feel him through the pants.Â
You find yourself shaking your head. What were you doing? Why were you playing into this with him? You liked how anger spread through him, made him rougher. Made him act like he had something to prove. Made him possessive. Heâs angry with your answer, not necessarily at you, but angry with Matt. Angry that he gets you like this. The anger and jealousy heed inside of him, consume him. He yanks down the waistband of the sweats, not bothering to remove them all the way. His heavy cock smacks down against your soaked pussy, making you jump with the sudden stimulation. You feel him throb against your sex, hot and thick and heavy. Your eyes widen at the sight of him, his tip pink and leaking, twitching and pulsing with need.Â
He slides his tip up and down your sopping cunt, teasing your clit with every up motion he drags through. On his next down movement, his tip catches in your fluttering entrance, just barely pressing.
Your hips raise on their own accord, trying to catch him better inside you, a whine spilling out of your mouth. His hands squeeze your chest in response.
âFuck you better than him.â He mutters, more to himself, as heâs staring down at where you two are just barely meeting, entranced.
You answer him anyway, with a needy and whiny tone, âPlease, Dex.â
His gaze snaps back up at you, in shock, his lips parting with a pant. He looks fucked out already, his eyes glassy, hair a mess from your fingers, lips red and swollen from kissing you with abandon. He keeps eye contact with you, a devious smile splitting his lips as he starts pressing inside of you as slow as he can. You let a long whine, keeping your legs spread for him, grabbing onto the back of your thighs to stay open. He gets about half way before youâre panting and shaking, the stretch of him so much that itâs making you lightheaded. It hurts so good. When he bottoms out, your eyes almost roll to the back of your head as you let out a simpering moan.Â
âHe stretch you out like this?â Dex laughs, his length pulling back just barely before heâs pushing back into you, grinding his hips when he gets flush against you.Â
âA-ah. No, Dex,â you whimper out, head tipping back before heâs catching the back of your neck, tilting your head up for you, making you look down at where he meets you.
âWatch.â He hisses out. His cock moves back, letting you see how slick and shiny he is with you. Your pussy makes obscene noises around his girth, as heâs thumping his length back into you, making you watch the way your pussy clings to him and pulls him back in. He lets out a groan as he watches you take all of him, pussy warm and fluttering around him. It feels better than he could have ever imagined. Youâre tight and warm and slick. He bites back his own whimper as his hips start picking up.
You let out such perfect noises as his hips smack into you, the slap slap slap and creaks of your bed making music in your house. He feels drunk. He leans down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, hearing a cry from you when he sucks and bites. He wants to mark you up everywhere, so the next time Matt sees you, he knows. Knows who you really belong to. Dex leans his weight onto you, his hands coming up underneath your hips, so he can use his strength to fuck you back onto his thrusts. He feels your nails dig into his back, your legs squeezing around his torso, sometimes knocking into his wound at his side, the pain and pleasure mixing something deadly inside of him.
You keen when he lets go of your skin with a wet pop, your chest littered with red marks and bites from him, the sight of you driving him insane. The feel of you. He can feel your pussy clench and tighten around him, more and more. You're getting close. One of his hands leaves your hips, to trail in between you, his fingers pressing and finding your clit. He rubs you in a way you like, by finding out how and where just by the hitches in your breath.Â
It does something devastating to you. The stimulation from his cock dragging back and forth, hitting and pressing against your cervix, his fingers on your clit. You moan out, saying something thatâs got to be a plead. You donât hear it though. All you can do is feel, feel the way your body reacts to him.Â
âIâm gonna â Oh, Dex. Iâm gâgonna,â you start to hiccup in a babble, holding onto him as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. He moans back to you, catching your mouth in his, like he canât stand not kissing you while you spill over the edge.Â
You let yourself go, body filling with hot plasma and euphoria, going away into that dark voided space as you black out while you cum around his thick cock. He pulls back to watch, his thrusts easing up while he fucks you through it, your pussy painfully squeezing around him. He almost chokes as you milk him, having to stop entirely, his hips twitching in need while you clamp down around him. He wants to fill you up so badly he can feel it in his bones. His cock throbs in need, the need heâs denying himself while you come back to him.Â
âCome back to me,â he whispers, lips trailing across your cheekbones as you gasp and heave for air. Body trembling. Itâs delicate and intimate, this space he has you in now, as he presses his lips against you just barely. Light kisses butterflying across your face and mouth as you come back to reality.Â
Dex is kind enough to let you adjust before heâs pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of him, weakly reaching out to him. He lets out an amused and breathless sound, before heâs picking your boneless body up, turning you over to lay prone on your bed. He hoists your hips up, stuffing one of your pillows under them. He braces one hand on the outside of your body, the other tangling into your hair, close against your skull, tugging your head up and back towards him. Your throat is exposed, the pressure making your moans throaty and deep. He shoves back inside you with a single deep thrust, not letting you adjust again before heâs slamming down into you. Your hips and ass tilted up to him with the aid of the pillow.
Dexâs free hand comes back to palm your ass, gripping and groping you as his hips slap heavily into you. He groans watching his cock being swallowed up by your pussy from behind. Youâd blush if you werenât so fucked out and delirious from him, his cock hitting you deep in an angle youâve never felt before, your animalistic moans struggling to leave your craned throat. He tugs your hair a bit, letting you feel the delicious pain from his grip. A sharp slap hit your ass, a surprised but greedy moan leaving you in reaction. Your pussy clamps down on him and gets even wetter, if that were possible. Dex growls with pleasure, his palm smoothing the pain out from his slap he delivered to you. Liking the way the red hand print started to show already. He plunges into your wetness over and over again, your hips fucking back onto his cock with such a greediness that makes him curse lowly. You cry out with a hoarse voice and he shudders with the sound.
"Let him hear it, let him hear you." He hisses out, tugging your head back after it falls forward.Â
You have no idea if Matt is anywhere near your place, if he can hear you, why Dex said that, but it puts a dark thought in your mind. It makes your cunt clamp down on him, thinking about Matt walking in and seeing Dex claim you as his. The thought picks you up and carries to the edge of your orgasm, a cry falling from you. Dex feels it, feels how tight you're getting around him and he almost laughs before he lets out his own devastating moan. That's all it takes before your cumming again around him, the wave of it brutalizing your body and senses. He doesn't slow down, dropping his grip from your hair, hands going around your hips to drag you back onto his cock and thrusts. You're moaning, whimpering, gasping, unable to keep any noise to yourself as you try to come back to Earth.
Dex grits his teeth as he keeps pounding into you, watching your ass bounce with every thrust. There's a ring of frothy white cream around the base of his cock and he has to tip his head back up to the ceiling at the sight. You feel so good, look so good. He doesn't want to stop. You're writhing and squirming around him, no doubt overstimulated, but he can't help himself. He moves over you, putting his torso flush against your back, arms wiggling up underneath you to trap you against him. He slides own of his arms around your throat, hand going to your opposite shoulder, caging you in a chokehold without actually choking you. He can feel your moans vibrating on his forearm, his other arm going around your torso to keep you as close as he possibly can. He cages your entire body, making you feel so small, so trapped, and so dominated that you know he's going to ruin you for anyone else.Â
His mouth drops to the shell of your ear, his face pressed just barely behind yours. His dark and low voice make you shudder, his hips still snapping something violent into your pussy. "He fuck you like this? Hm?"
You shake your head, voice tiny and weak, "N-no, Dex."
"He ever make this pussy feel this good?"Â
You cry out, tears starting to fill your eyes from how good he's making you feel. How overstimulated you are. His cock hitting a spot deep inside you over and over and over--
"Please," you whine out, not even sure what you're begging for.Â
He licks your ear from behind, wanting to get to every part of you. But his cock is throbbing, he's not able to hold back for much longer, his thrusts getting choppier, sloppier. The sound of your pussy squelching and cries filling the room. It fills him with some sort of pride, seeing how submissive he got you. How he marked you up. How he's made you come and cry like this before the end of the day.Â
"His dick fill you up like this?" It makes him angry even thinking about it. His arm banded around your throat just tightening briefly. He feels you try to shake your head no, and he loosens up.
"No--no one--no one ever--" you're gasping out, fingernails reaching up to dig into his forearm.
"Yeah? Good." He shudders, thinking about how you're taking him. Taking him so fucking good. He groans, balls tightening up to his body, but he can't stop. Can't stop fucking into you with abandon. With need. With possession.Â
"No one ever gets to,hear me?" He hisses out through gritted teeth, making sure you hear him loud and clear when he ducks his voice to your ear.
You'll do anything at this point, you're so high on him. You nod frantically, begging again, pleading and crying and whimpering. Pathetically wet and creaming on his cock just to hear how he claims you with no problem.
"This cock is yours." He fights back a whimper, so close so close. You moan lowly at his admission, starry eyes crossing as your belly starts to fire up again. You feel his head drop down to your shoulder, his teeth coming down to bite gently onto your flesh there. He had claimed you, physically, but he was giving you him. It made you dizzy. Made you hot, made you messy.Â
You cry out, gasping, "Fuck, Dex, I'm going to cum again, I--I'm going to--" you're trying to catch up with yourself, trying to stop it, trying to finish it, you're not sure.Â
He just slams into you with more force, his whines spilling out of his mouth as your cunt starts to milk him, his cock just hitting the right place inside you, again and again. The wave of your orgasm crashes over you, leaving you crying out in a near scream, his cock bursting inside of you, lengthening and strengthening the force of your orgasm. His hips still as your milk his cock, both of you making obscene animalistic moans and cries, your walls pulsing around him to take every drop of his cum. Dex lets out a broken sound as his weight crushes against you, letting the pleasure of cumming in you wash through him. You can hardly breathe though, so you start squirming and whining for a whole different reason before Dex groans like he's in pain, eases his weight up and off you.
He keeps his cock buried in you, so he can lean back and watch his length leave your perfect hole. There's cum all over your thighs, wetting his cock and matting his pubic hair down. It's so dirty and filthy, it makes him smile as he eases out of you, his cum dribbling out. He makes a soft and enamored moan, the image of your ass up, pussy wet and used with him, burns into his mind.Â
He playfully swats your ass before he's tumbling into the bed next to you, sighing out. Exhaustion takes ahold of both of you. You're fucked out, limbs heavy, eyes heavy. Dex leans over, helping you ease the pillow under your hips out, using it with a smirk on his face to prop his head up. You scrunch your nose at him, about to scold him and tell him to use a clean one when a knock sounds at the door.
Dex watches you with an amused smile, as you start to piece together what just happened. The knock sounds again.
Frantically, with panic surging through your sore body, you sit up. "Coming!" you shout out, and try to run a hand through your tangled hair. Dex can't help but laugh, as he puts his wet cock back into the sweats he never bothered to take off. He watches you try to put your shirt on, cum leaking down your thighs. You have bite marks on your back, on your tits, on your neck, really anywhere he could get his mouth on you. You pull your shirt on over your head backwards, and he doesn't bother to tell you the fact. You scramble for your ruined panties, but think better on it, just pulling your shorts on commando. He watches you stumble out of the bedroom, and he hears you open the front door.
"Matt!" You shrill out in a too cheery voice.Â
Dex can't help but feel more amused. More smug. He puts his hands up over his head, unable to wipe the smirk off his face. He hears Matt ask if you're okay with a concerned tone. You tell him you've never been better. Dex's eyes close as he takes it all in, victorious.Â
Matt can't see your state, but can hear your heart rate. Can smell the sweat on your skin. Can hear another and smell someone else's sweat too. "Is...this a bad time?" He asks you.
"Uh..." You're about to lie to him, he can tell. So he cuts you off.
"Listen, I'm looking for--"
Dex emerges out of the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe, that smug look on his face hasn't left. "Right here, buddy. Pretty girl over here was just telling me all about you."
Your face heats as both men turn to you.Â
"I really should thank you for sending me over, Matt." Dex moves over to you, looping an arm over your shoulder, tugging you in close to him. His head dips to smack a loud kiss on your lips. He pulls away before you can even react, his eyes dark as he looks down at you with mirth swirling in his eyes.
"And I should really thank you for your hospitality."Â
