The Scent of Him
Benjamin (Dex) Poindexter x fem!reader x Matt Murdock
{ wc } 16.2k { summary } Matt gets crazy jealous when he smells Dex on you, but you know just how to make them get along { warnings/content } THIS IS JUST 16 THOUSAND WORDS OF PURE PORN! MDNI 18+ NSFW, smut, pain kink, hurt/comfort, praise, degradation, submission, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm control, delayed orgasm, restraints, begging, choking, drool/spit, blood, teasing, biting, vaginal fingering, dry humping/grinding, finger sucking, finger fucking, cock warming, threesome, oral sex F/receiving, unprotected PinV, riding, face sitting, hair pulling, nipple play, overstimulation, masochism, sadism, body worship, cuckolding, scent kink (?) sounds gross but whatevs, pulse kink (?), hate fucking kinda, internalized homophobia kinda, guys this is just porn idk what else to say
You and Mathew Murdock were not together, despite how often you woke up in his bed or tended to his wounds. It was casual, no strings attached. You were both too busy for things like romance, but you were human after all. It was nice to have him when you needed a release, a way to blow off steam, and that was that. You weren’t exclusive. You weren’t together. So, when an opportunity arose, you took it, without batting an eye. After all, Matt claimed he didn’t care…right?
Matt had dumped Dex on you for the umpteenth time this month, before dashing out the door of the safe house, with a lingering touch to your waist. He promised to be back soon, but the hours piled up, leaving you alone with Dex. He wasn’t too badly injured, but definitely in need of some stitches. There was a gash on his shoulder blade, and a deeper wound on his thigh. You’d remarked that he was lucky it didn’t nick an artery, but he just smiled lazily at you, a little pale from blood loss.
Matt hated Dex, that much you knew, and yet he never left him behind. Since Dex turned a new leaf, something you hoped would last, he and Matt were fighting for the same cause now…just with very different methods. They were often basically side by side, despite Matt's distaste for the other man.
He was wary about leaving you alone with Dex at first, but you assured him you could handle yourself. Dex wasn’t a threat to you. In fact, the second he’d walk (or limp) through the door, his spirits would brighten, and for as long as he was around you, Dex was on his best behavior. Even on the verge of blacking out, he’d still crack a joke or sarcastic comment as you worked to heal his wounds; all with that undeniably sexy crooked grin.
Matt knew, of course. He could hear Dex’s heartbeat change with every step closer to the safehouse, and it positively hammered in his ears once Dex was finally able to lay eyes on you. He had to restrain himself, attempting to tune out the way you’d laugh at Dex’s jokes. The way he could practically smell the endorphins rushing through the two of you. Matt told himself he didn’t care. That Dex couldn’t possibly be competition. Rather, there was no competition to be had. Still, though, he often fantasized about throwing Dex out and moving safehouses. A particularly selfish idea, of course, and one that would never work. Knowing Dex, he’d manage to track down you and Matt in a matter of hours, like a stalker you couldn’t shake.
Okay, maybe Matt cared more than he wanted to admit.
But you weren’t his. At least technically speaking. Because, in Matt’s mind, even without the relationship label, you were his responsibility. More than that. He couldn’t, in good conscience, actually be with you– it could put you in too much danger. Everyone he’s invited into his double life has been affected in one way or another, and it was rarely ever positive. Even the mere thought of you being in jeopardy, let alone hurt, sent Matt into a tailspin. But he had to live with it. You were a free woman, allowed to live your life.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
The wounds on Dex’s shoulder blade only required some gauze and medical tape, but in order to access his injured thigh, you had to take his pants off. Of course, he had to comment on it, despite the amount of discomfort he was in. “Knew it. Whole time you were just tryin to get in my pants, huh?" His voice was deep and hoarse from the pain, but he smiled down at you nonetheless.
It took a few visits to you for Dex to get comfortable enough to be himself. In fact, he was a little nervous when you first met. Which is, frankly, ridiculous, seeing as he’s the escaped convict, murderer, loose cannon, 6-foot-tall hunk of muscle, with psychotic tendencies, not you. Eventually though, he softened to you, and you to him, despite how you could tell Matt wasn’t a fan of your budding friendship.
Although maybe friendship wasn’t the right word. Even from the first day, you were uncharacteristically flustered when Dex removed his shirt for you to check on an injury. And when your delicate fingers traced over his old scars, commenting that he should’ve had an actual doctor sew them up, he found it particularly hard to keep his breathing steady.
You gave Dex a look and rolled your eyes at his comment, pursing your lips to keep from smiling too wide. You ignored the unprofessional level of excitement you felt as you unbuckled his pants, sliding them gently down his legs, leaving him in his black briefs. You had the needle and thread poised over the wound, which had finally stopped bleeding, and you reminded him how much this was gonna hurt. He gave you the go-ahead with another smug grin, but the second you pulled the needle through his skin, he sucked in a quiet breath, and you could hear his head hit the small cot pillow. You tried to be quick; at this point, you’d had enough practice to be an expert.
You took deep breaths, encouraging him to breathe with you. He never was too keen on taking direction, but for you, he’d try. As you continued stitching in even tugs, his breathing fell out of sync once more. You placed your palm on the inside of his thigh soothingly, but also for better leverage.
Dex groaned, his breath coming in small gasps. He was always pretty tough about this stuff; even now he was ten times more composed than you would be, but he seemed a bit more vocal than usual. His hand came up to run through his hair. You were almost done now, and you stole a glance up at him. You couldn’t see his face, but you felt guilty, assuming this injury was just oddly painful. As your eyes tracked back down to the wound, your hand stuttered, making him moan in a way that was…well, different. Your heart skipped a beat.
He was hard. Like really hard.
You felt heat rising in your cheeks as you couldn’t help but stare, your mouth slightly agape. From what you could tell, he was big. Heavy. The thick outline of his member straining against the thin material of his briefs, almost perversely blatant.
Your mind began to wander. It didn’t take a genius to put together that Dex had a very special relationship with pain. But you’d stitched him up countless times, even reset his shoulder once, and, as far as you knew, this hadn’t happened before. Then again, none of those injuries required you to strip him of his pants and lean only inches away from his crotch; your fingers caressing his thick thigh while your breaths puffed against his sensitive skin.
Thinking back though, there were times Dex had insisted on remaining seated even after you were done working on him. Times his heart beat like a rabbit under your stethoscope when you laid your palm against his chest. Times when his cheeks would be flushed and his eyes glassy; something you’d just assumed was a pain response.
Well…it was a very unique type of pain response. How had you never noticed?
Nevertheless, it was now extremely, painfully obvious.
Dex noticed that you’d stopped moving, and he lifted his head, looking down at you. You tried to glance away casually, back to the stitches, but it was difficult to tear your eyes away from the sight before you, and he caught you looking. You knew he saw you, and your cheeks immediately went red. His head hit the cot again with a small sound from his parted lips, something broken. Maybe he was embarrassed? You hoped not. And if he was, he didn’t seem able to control himself very well, letting out another groan when you passed the needle through once more. His pelvis even gave a small, involuntary lurch, nearly messing up your handiwork.
You weren’t going to address it, at least right now, even though his obvious bulge and the sounds he was making made your thighs press together. But he had to stay still for this last part.
“Dex,” you warned softly, not needing to elaborate. He nodded his head hastily, not looking at you. “M’sorry, m’sorry,” he mumbled, stifling another sound. “I’ll be good.” His words nearly made your fingers slip as you tied the knot at the end of the row of stitches. He managed to control himself as you cleaned up the area with more antiseptic, then bandaged it carefully. Dex was pale, his eyes wide and dark as he looked down at you. He smiled softly, the creases by his eyes deepening in that way that made your heart thump against your ribcage.
“You’re an angel.”
And maybe you were. He was injured, and you wanted to take care of him…so you did, in every way you knew how. But you were still a professional, with no interest in popping and having to redo stitches.
So, you did the work, brushing off every time he attempted to take over. You didn’t let him get up off the cot, even when you sank down fully on his cock, eliciting a long whine from your lips.
Every time he tried to sit up, you pushed him back down, claiming you’d stop if he didn’t follow your directions. So he did, even though you knew you couldn’t stop now, even if you wanted to. You were gentle, but the cot still creaked dangerously, your hands gripping his bare chest for support. You let him rest his hands on your thighs as you rode him, sometimes cupping your ass so hard you yelped. But you didn’t allow his hands to wander any higher, worried for the wound on his shoulder blade. He claimed he was fine as he panted and groaned underneath you, but still he obeyed.
At a certain point, you had leaned forward over him, your arms coming to grip the edge of the cot above his head, and he looked at you like you were a dream come true. Maybe he was delirious, but he was still conscious enough to lean forward and kiss your neck and throat, nipping here and there as you rode him harder. One of his hands guided your hips as he thrust up into you, having to hold back so you wouldn’t scold him, while the other cupped the back of your head. Your foreheads met, and you breathed in each other's air, panting and moaning. Before he came, he groaned out a string of curses, praise, and pleas, but you were so focused on your own pleasure that they barely registered. You had kept your shirt on, and your pants slung around one ankle. It was messy. Needy. Fast.
Still, you found yourself extremely satisfied, already wondering when it could happen again. He had reached for you as you rose off of him, leaving your pussy feeling empty but dripping with his come. You stroked his face and gave him a long kiss on his cheek, brushing your lips against his, but not kissing him quite yet. He was still pale, and taking a little too long to catch his breath. Despite his puppy dog eyes, you ordered him to rest after making him drink some water and take some aspirin. You sat by his side, stroking his hair as he drifted off, his breaths coming deep and even in mere minutes.
That was 6 hours ago, give or take, and Matt had still not returned.
You had checked on Dex several times, but he remained dead asleep the entire time. In the least creepy way possible, you observed as he twitched in his sleep, his head jerking this way and that. You wondered what he was dreaming about, or if his body, wound tight from years of violence, simply lost the ability to sit still for that long. As the hours passed, he looked less pale, and the stitches on his thigh were still in place with no sign of infection. You weren’t concerned for Matt; he could hold his own, but he often pushed himself too hard, ending up collapsing onto the dusty mattress in the corner and not rising for half a day. Just as you were considering calling him, you heard footsteps in the hall and the door swung open.
Matt slipped inside and bolted the door behind him, listening momentarily for anyone following, as he always did. After he was sure, he turned and slipped off his black makeshift mask, giving you a tired smile. His hair was messy, and his jawline was shaded by a light 5 o'clock shadow. His deep brown eyes were dark with exhaustion as he trudged over to you.
Even exhausted, you couldn’t deny how good he always managed to look. You were particularly fond of his all-black outfit, the way it hugged each line of his toned body, and how the shirt would sometimes ride up an inch or two, exposing his trim stomach and happy trail. You brought your hands to his face, running your fingers through his hair to try and tame it. He sighed, leaning into your touch. “Are you okay?” you say softly, looking him up and down for injuries. He nods his heavy head. “You don’t need to worry about me, y/n.”
You roll your eyes. “One of us has to. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” You both know it isn’t. You could leave the second you were done patching up whoever he brought through the door, but you didn’t. You were there for him. He didn’t respond, opting to step closer and lean his head into the crook of your neck. His hands drifted to your waist, pulling you into him with surprising need. Well, he must not be that tired. He slowly backed you up until the backs of your knees hit the side of the old mattress. His face was in your hair, nuzzling your neck, and you let your eyes drift closed. It shouldn’t make your heart flutter as much as it did; you’re not together. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just need. An itch that needs to be scratched. That’s all.
Matt’s large hands clutched your waist tightly, keeping your body flush against his as his plump lips found your neck. You let him pull you in tighter, a sigh escaping you as he kissed your jaw, moving down your throat, his lips parting more and more. Just as his teeth began to graze your skin, he stopped short, his lips releasing your neck with a soft pop.
You had a moment of panic, fearing that a wave of AVTF was about to storm through the door, and Matt was counting their heartbeats to determine how many. But he would’ve pulled away. Instead, after a second to process, he leaned back in, not kissing your neck again, but inhaling.
“What is that?” His voice was quiet and tight, virtually unreadable.
“What is what?” you reply as he pulls away, coming face to face with you. “That…scent,” he murmurs, not accusatory, but genuinely bewildered. “Are you saying I need to shower?” you joke lightly, realizing all of a sudden exactly what that scent was.
Matt could hear your heartbeat quicken; he tilted his head just slightly, and you knew he was listening. “Stop that, that’s not fair,” you say, a little more petulant than you intended. “Not fair…” he repeats, mulling over the words. He’s still only inches from your face, and you can feel the puffs of air on your lips as he speaks. He sounded strangely…bitter. You didn’t have time to retort before he spoke again, ruining any chance you had of redirecting the conversation.
“You smell like Dex.”
…
“Right. That.”
You tried to keep your tone neutral, but again, your heartbeat betrayed you. Matt’s fingers gripped your waist a little tighter; he was trying to hold his temper at bay. His voice was dark, and his jaw clenched as he spat out, “What did he do? You can tell me. Did- did he hurt you? Did he touch you-?”
God, he really was such a lawyer, dogging you with questions. You quickly cut him off, your voice a little louder than it should be, “No! Jesus, Matt, no.” Matt takes a deep breath, but it does very little to calm his nerves.
“Well– yes, technically, he touched me, but-” you aren’t even finished speaking before Matt has turned, already stomping towards the other room where Dex is no doubt sleeping like a baby. “Wait!” you whisper shrilly, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him back. He lets you, but his face is turned, staring daggers through the doorway. “It’s not like that,” you say, your words coming out too quickly for you to soften the blow,
“I-I wanted him to. I asked him to.”
Matt goes incredibly still, and you can almost hear the gears in his head turning. His nostrils flare as he tries to steady his breathing. He shouldn’t care. You aren’t his. You aren’t his. You aren’t his. But he just can’t let it go. After a moment's indecisiveness, he buries his face into your neck once more, startling you slightly. “Matt, what are you-?” You’re cut off as his mouth opens, tasting your skin. He begins to leave bruising kisses, making you gasp as his hands clutch the fabric of your clothing at your hips. He’s panting against you, tasting you, engulfing you, breathing you in; but it’s not just you, and yet he’s unable to stop himself. There’s an ugly pit in his stomach, filled with a reprehensible amount of jealousy and something else he’s not sure he wants to name.
Matt wants to teach you a lesson; to show you that you don’t need anybody else besides him. But he also wants to replace Dex’s touch with his own. Erase his mark. Erase the scent of him. Even if it means consuming it himself.
Matt moves down your body eagerly, and your hands tangle in his deep brown hair, unsure whether you want to push him down or pull him up to spare his feelings. But he’s incorrigible. His knees meet the ground with a soft thump before you know it. He uses his nose to push up your shirt slightly, his tongue and soft lips exploring the sliver of your abdomen hungrily. His brows are knit together, focused, furious, desperate. “Matt…” you whimper, trailing off as you tug on his hair. He ignores you, his fingers coming to deftly unbutton your pants, shoving them down your hips before you can react.
Matt groans once your pants are off, and it sounds like something in the grey area between human and animal. He’s never acted like this before, and you can’t deny how much it turns you on. He’s jealous, and not just the little bit you’d secretly hoped he’d be if he found out. He was on another level. One of his hands finds your waist, the other coming to grip the back of your thigh, making you stumble towards him. You can’t think straight, your mind clouded by lust, and Matt moving too rapidly for you to keep up. You should probably stop him; Dex is only feet away, trying to rest after you rode him hard enough to knock him out… but you don’t want him to stop. Not even a little bit.
Matt leans in, inhaling the scent of your cunt through your panties, his eyes squeezing shut. Your head falls back as his open mouth meets your pussy, and a shaky moan leaves your lips before you can stop it. His hot breath and warm mouth would make your knees buckle if he weren’t immediately there to grip them, forcing you to stand and take it. You can feel his tongue sliding between the damp fabric, teasing with shallow probes to your covered opening that make you want to rip your underwear off as fast as possible.
Matt groans as he tastes you, the vibrations making you buck your hips into his face reflexively and whine along with him. You’re making too much noise; you know that. You should quiet down, bite your lip, cover your mouth. Normally, Matt would do that for you, shushing you condescendingly with a smirk, or making you suck on his thick fingers as he ruined you. But he didn’t this time. It was almost like he wanted you to be loud.
Like he wanted Dex to hear.
You whimpered at the thought, mouth agape, turning to look through the doorway but unable to see the cot from your vantage point. It’d probably be best if Dex stayed asleep, but you’d be lying if you said the thought of him catching his rival making you come wasn’t deeply erotic. Matt tugs your panties to the side and licks a wet stripe through your folds, his breathing hot and heavy against your core. You gasp and shiver at the sensation, but before you can push his face deeper, he rears back a bit.
His breath catches in his throat, and he licks his reddened, parted lips. After a moment, his lashes flutter as he turns his head up towards you, unable to read your face but still seeing right through you.
“You didn’t,” Matt whispered huskily, hating how increasingly hard he was.
“D-didn’t what?” you responded. His breath was ragged, his eyes darting back and forth as he tried to wrap his head around his discovery. Before you could infer what he was talking about, his face was already diving back into your folds, and the stiff muscle of his tongue had entered your hole without warning. You nearly choked, the lewd wet sounds echoing throughout the room. You gripped the edge of the bed to steady yourself, your breathing becoming labored and erratic. Matt’s tongue pushed deeper, his lips sucking as his nose rubbed against your clit. He was positively ravenous for you, and you felt a warm pool of pleasure spread through your belly.
It was like he was searching for something, but for what you weren’t sure, and it felt too good for you to bother putting two and two together. After a few more moments, in which you had started rhythmically grinding against his face, Matt pulled away, and you couldn’t help but whine sulkily. He breathed heavily as he rested his forehead against your lower belly. He swallowed thickly, pronounced enough for you to finally understand. You couldn’t see his face at this angle, but you could hear it in the brooding tone of his voice when he spoke. Fuck.
“You let him…finish, inside you.” Matt gritted out, his jaw set tight enough to crack a tooth. Your breath caught in your throat. You can’t deny it; obviously he can tell you’d be lying, plus there was no reason you couldn’t have sex with Dex. You were single, weren’t you?
“I-I can do what I want, Matt,” your stuttering voice betraying the authoritative intention of your words. He couldn’t speak, could barely breathe, only responding with a breathy, almost broken, “Mm.”
You were right. He knew you were right. But, by God as his witness, he’d never felt more consumed with jealousy in his entire miserable life. It made his cheeks feel hot, his hands feel weak, his mind buzz unpleasantly. It made his senses turn up to 11: hearing every creak in the floorboards, smelling every part of your dizzying perfume and natural musk, and tasting every note of your intoxicating pussy mixed with the come of the man he abhorred. He might go mad.
But…he couldn’t blame you; it wouldn’t be fair. This was his fault. He could’ve committed to you at any time, but no, he had to overthink it, ruin everything for himself like he always did. And now look at what's happened. He can taste another man in you. And, of course, it’s not just any man.
It’s fucking Benjamin Poindexter. Bullseye. Dex. Whatever.
He made Matt’s skin crawl; everything about him screamed danger. Unstable. Uncompromising. Impossible to work with. Reckless. Dex was smug and downright deranged at the best of times. Totally apathetic regarding the lives he endangers or ends, no matter how hard Matt tries to stop him. Dex didn’t care how much of a mess he left in his wake. And he put himself in harm's way every. single. time. As if he enjoyed being injured.
As it occurred to Matt, his blood began to boil. Dex did like to be hurt. Not just because he was a masochist who was more comfortable being injured than healthy. No, it could never be that simple, could it?
Dex put himself in harm's way because, every time, without fail, Matt stupidly brought him directly to you. Like a Trojan horse, bringing corruption into your safehouse with the intention of charity. To your soft hands and pretty face. Your sweet voice and humor. Your gentle embrace and bright smile.
Matt cursed himself for being so utterly careless with someone he cherished so much, but he was positively overwrought about Dex. He pictured throttling him in his sleep for touching you, pinning Dex’s arms down with his knees. Matt pictured hitting him where it hurt, in his fresh stitches and bruising. He pictured breaking his nose, and could smell the copper tinge of Dex’s blood, something he was all too familiar with at this point, dripping down his angular face.
The worst part is, Matt could never win–Dex would get off on all of that and more.
Oh God, how Matt hated Dex then. He hated him. He hated him. He hated him. He hated him so much he wanted to-
“I see why you keep him around, y/n.”
Matt immediately cocked his head sharply towards the sound, and you looked up only a second behind him. Dex was standing in the doorway, one hand leaning against the frame, his eyebrows raised. He looked well-rested, less pale, and able to stand on his injured leg. He had a slight smirk, but his pupils were blown out, eyelids heavy as he took in the scene in front of him: your long legs open and wide with Matt kneeling in between, his head blocking the best part of the view. Dex had slipped his pants back on but remained shirtless, and though you’d seen his naked torso countless times by now, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift down his form.
Matt’s heightened senses and fast reflexes only barely beat you this time, when usually he could hear things coming from a mile away. He was so caught up in his head that there was no telling how long Dex had been standing there. Moments before you noticed Dex, you were genuinely concerned that something had shattered irreparably in Matt's brain. But Matt didn’t let himself be surprised for long, snapping your panties back into place and standing instantly, facing the other man. He could hear Dex’s vicious heart hammering even louder than yours. Matt tried to tune it out as best he could, his obvious seething anger making Dex just grin wider.
You weren’t sure what to expect. Though it would be wildly immature, their violent past with each other wouldn’t make it all that surprising if they were to break out into a fight; and the way Matt’s hands were balled into fists didn’t give you much confidence that this could be settled peacefully.
Matt pointed to Dex, his voice cutting through the air and brimming with rage, “Don’t you fucking move, you piece of shit.”
Dex took it on the chin, hardly reacting. He was used to Matt's little outbursts towards him; honestly, he found them amusing at this point. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Dex replied. Matt took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. You reached for him, your hand coming to rest against his bicep. It seemed to help ground him a little, and his own hand came to rest atop yours momentarily. You’ll never know exactly what Matt was thinking at that moment, or why he did what he did; maybe it was a unique way to punish Dex, maybe it was an idiotic establishment of dominance, or maybe he just wanted to finish what he started. “Lay down,” he ordered, his voice low, his head nodding towards the bed.
You looked between Matt and Dex, but neither was any help. Dex’s smirk was still present, but the cracks were beginning to form, his anticipation outweighing his constant need to be an instigator. So, you did what you were told. Slowly, you eased yourself onto the mattress, scooting back until only your legs hung off.
Dex’s eyes fell to your center immediately, the soaking fabric of your underwear becoming almost see-through. He straightened up, looking like he wanted to get a taste of you for himself, but stopped short just as Matt shot him a glare.
After ensuring Dex didn’t step a foot out of line, Matt turned to you and sank to his knees once more. Your breath halted in your throat. Was he really doing this? On purpose? In front of Dex? Evidently, yes, yes, he was.
This time Matt was gentle, restrained. He kissed his way up your thighs to your clothed mound, sucking gently before peeling your panties away and tossing them behind him. They landed only feet away from Dex, who looked at them with what can only be described as longing before his eyes met yours. Dex watched your mouth fall open, and your eyes roll back as Matt began eating you out again. Both men drank in the little sounds you made, but only one of them was able to do something about it, while the other was starting to feel like he was in time-out.
Matt was focused on your clit, swirling his tongue around it and listening to you whine, trying to distract himself from his own irritation. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, opening you up even further for him. Your head lolled back and to the side, keeping Dex in your line of view. Making him look you in the eye as another man feasted on you.
Dex was looking more dishevelled by the second, his broad chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes darting from Matt’s head in between your legs to your own face, watching what he did to you. Taking mental notes.
It goes on like this for some time, Matt using you as an escape and a way to get back at Dex, even though the other man was clearly enjoying himself. You noticed how his fingers gripped the doorway tightly before glancing down. The way Dex’s cock was straining against his pants was almost comical, except there was nothing funny about how much your mouth started to water.
Matt was insatiable, drinking you in; even the parts that he could taste weren’t yours. You were unable to stop the sounds coming from your open mouth, growing higher in pitch as you approached your orgasm. “F-fuck Matt,” you whined, tugging on his hair, emphasizing his name as you made direct eye contact with Dex.
Dex’s breathing stuttered, his expression both crushed and debilitatingly horny at hearing you moan any name that wasn’t his. He watched you intently, his throat feeling dry at the way Matt jerked you forward roughly into his face. Dex could only watch, helpless, as Matt unwound you with his tongue. That should be him; it was written all over his face.
“Y’gonna come, y/n?” Dex murmured from across the room, his eyes tracking your every movement. You could only nod, as your words were incapable of forming at the present moment. Matt grumbled something unintelligible from between your legs, but carried on.
Dex couldn’t help but twist the knife, his lips curling into a sly grin,
“Go on, angel, show me again.”
Matt’s hands gripped you tighter, verging on painful, Dex’s words having the exact effect he intended. Whether it was a coincidence, Matt’s expert tongue, or Dex’s teasing words, before you knew it, you were coming feverishly, your hips writhing into Matt's face. He surely heard Dex, but he was focused on you for the time being. It helped him remain calm. Helped you remember whose you were, he thought selfishly.
Dex couldn’t tear his eyes away as the waves of pleasure rolled over you, making you moan brokenly as Matt guided you through it. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your mouth open and crying out, your legs trembling under Matt's touch. Dex wanted nothing more than to cradle your face while you came, tracing your pink lips with his finger, while his other hand pushed Matt's face further into your cunt. Whether to suffocate the other man or to make you feel even better, it was a win-win. His hands impatiently twitched at his sides.
Your hips gave a few final, shaky jerks before you went limp. Eventually, you caught your breath, and Matt slowly pulled away, panting, eyes dark. His mouth was flushed and wet, his hands massaging your hips. Dex opened his mouth to speak, but Matt was already one step ahead of him. “Shut the fuck up.”
Dex scoffed, “I didn’t say anything.”
You sighed, feeling too good to let their bickering ruin the moment. “You two are adorable,” you sighed sarcastically. Matt’s jaw was set, while Dex just smiled at you.
Matt seemed caught between a rock and a hard place. He wanted to please you, but also wanted to show you you’d made a mistake. He wanted to slam Dex against the wall and wipe that smug smile from his face, but also wanted to–
“Dex, c’mere,” you said, making a decision and breaking Matt's concentration. Dex perked up immediately and, with a glance at Matt, crossed over to you in seconds. Matt was still on his knees, his face grave, and Dex came up directly next to him, standing over you. Matt immediately bristled at his proximity to Dex, his face twitching. Dex noticed, of course, and leaned in even closer. He ran one finger slowly up from your knee, making your sensitive body shiver. Matt flinched, hearing your heartbeat immediately quicken with the other man's touch.
Dex’s wandering finger stopped at your thigh crease. “So pretty,” he whispered, almost to himself, lost in the way his calloused fingers felt against your soft, supple skin. Matt's breath caught in his throat, and Dex chuckled darkly, straightening up, still leaving one hand on your knee. Dex caught sight of Matt’s tongue, darting out to lick his already wet lips. He grinned, as if something just occurred to him, and looked down his nose at Matt.
“She taste any different to you?”
Matt didn’t need eyesight to know the extent of Dex’s shit-eating grin at that moment. He was on his feet in seconds, both men now standing in between your legs. Matt tilted his head up slightly to Dex, despising how suddenly enraged he was about the small height difference. Dex’s wolfish smile only widened, making his smile lines deepen.
“You’re fucking disgusting, y’know that?” Matt sneered, somewhat hypocritical, seeing as the very idea made his cock twitch. His face was mere inches away from Dex's.
“Mhm,” Dex grumbled, “y/n didn’t seem to mind.” It took everything Matt had not to punch him directly in the mouth for uttering your name in such a depraved tone. Dex leaned in closer to Matt then, enough to make your heart skip a beat.
“She likes it, and, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you do too-”
The second that Dex’s crude words left his mouth, Matt caught him by the throat. You sat up, but not necessarily to pull them away from each other; in fact, you sort of wanted to see how this played out. You were especially unconcerned because the look on Dex’s face was pure, unadulterated elation. He didn’t push Matt away from him or grab him in retaliation; rather, he just let it happen. Matt could feel Dex’s pulse beneath his fingertips; it’d be so easy just to squeeze and not let go. His breath came in angry pants through his nose, his teeth grinding. God, Dex loved seeing him like this. It never failed to satisfy him, pushing Matt to the brink, making him butt up against his own foolish principles.
Dex groaned throatily as Matt's grip threatened to become deadly. You were a little worried then, even though Dex seemed more than able to take it. “Matt, don’t hurt him,” you instructed, your voice clear and even-keeled, despite how despicably turned on this was making you.
Matt laughed then, something cruel and completely without humor, yet his grip lessened enough for Dex to suck in some fresh air. “He fucking likes it,” he growled, turning to you momentarily. “Look at him.”
Well, he wasn’t wrong, but glancing down at Matt’s bulge, you had the sneaking suspicion Dex wasn’t the only one of the two who got off on this. Though Dex’s face was beginning to redden with the strain, he was undoubtedly pleased with himself. If it were possible, he even seemed harder as Matt strangled the air from his lungs.
Matt turned back to Dex, his voice dripping with venom and degradation. “You’re pathetic.” Dex’s eyes drifted closed then, his teeth chewing on the inside of his lip.
“Say it. You like it, don’t you?”
Dex sneered brattily at Matt’s words, refusing to speak. Your heart hammered in your chest. Matt was at a breaking point, but you were unsure what exactly was breaking: his will, his moral code, or something stashed away. Something unexplored. His grip tightened, making Dex’s few breaths come in stuttering gasps. He jostled him slightly, as if trying to shake the words loose from Dex’s grinning lips. “Don’t you?” Matt repeated a final time, each syllable more biting than the last.
Dex’s eyes found yours, his lids heavy and his hazel irises impossibly dark. Despite his rapidly shrinking airway, Dex bared his teeth, and a strained “Mm-hmm” reached your ears.
You hadn’t even realized your hand had drifted down to your cunt, your surprising wetness shocking you back to reality. But you didn’t stop; you couldn’t. There were so many things deeply wrong here, but you couldn’t care less. As Dex noticed what you were doing, he let out a flagrantly needy sound, his eyes rolling to the ceiling and his head falling back as far as Matt would allow. You couldn’t help but slightly echo him, your fingers massaging your clit faster.
Matt knew what you were doing, and it made him so hard he thought he’d have to sit down. Or pray, probably. He let out a breathy sound as well, so overcome with need and frustration he couldn’t think straight. Without thinking, his forehead came to bump against Dex’s and stayed there, the two men breathing each other's air. Or, as much as Dex could breathe, anyway.
He hated this. He hated how much he didn’t hate this. He hated that there was an irrevocable confrontation occurring, not between him and Dex, but somewhere deep inside himself. Matt was silent, his jaw clenching, not letting the other man go. Dex must have been able to sense Matt’s turmoil, because, despite his own obvious desperation, he let out a clipped, choking laugh.
Matt wanted to punch him. Choke him out. Spit on him. Shove him. Make him beg for mercy. Give Dex what he deserves. More than anything, Matt wanted to shut him up.
So, he did.
Matt’s lips crashed into Dex’s so suddenly, you heard their teeth clash against each other.
It was messy, heated, hateful, full of tongue and teeth; verging on one of their fights rather than a kiss. Dex’s eyes shot open momentarily, seeming, for once, actually taken aback.
Sure Dex liked to fuck with Matt, and sure when Matt manhandled him he found himself stiffening below his beltline, and sure he pictured this offhandedly once or twice; but never did he think Matt would actually follow through with it. Never did he think he’d taste the hatred on Matt's lips. Never did he think he’d be opening his mouth, letting Daredevil's tongue explore his canines. Never did he think he’d be drooling within seconds as Matt kissed him hard enough to bruise.
Dex didn’t make any attempts to pull away, though, and as Matt pulled him in closer to his height, his wide eyes squeezed closed. With Matt's hold on the other man, Dex was forced to follow his lead as Matt jerked his head where he wanted.
You were utterly awestruck, your focus so intent that your fingers stopped moving altogether. You were trying to commit every second of this to memory. Every little sound they made, every scrunched brow and balled fist. Jesus Christ.
Matt's free hand ran through Dex's hair, pulling it as he continued attacking him with his mouth, and Dex moaned. It was slightly muffled with Matt’s mouth against his, but noticeably throaty, needy, and unashamed. And so, so, thoroughly hot. Your fingers started moving on their own again.
Dex’s mind was swimming, a heady combination of lack of oxygen and intense arousal flowing through every part of his body. He didn’t seem to know what to do with his hands; he wasn’t that experienced when it came to women, despite his swagger and attitude, but men were entirely uncharted territory. It wasn’t something he’d ever thought would really happen, especially not with ones who hated him. Who took every chance to insult him. Degrade him. Who gave him half the scars on his body before he switched sides. Who treated him like a live wire, only touching him when he was bleeding out, in desperate need of medical attention.
Not Daredevil, and especially not Mathew Murdock.
You watched with eager eyes as one of Dex’s hands gripped Matt's collar like a lifeline after trembling in the air momentarily. The other wrapped itself around Matt's forearm, squeezing, encouraging Matt to apply even more pressure to Dex's throat. Matt happily obliged, and Dex groaned, wheezing now when Matt's lips would give him a break. If their makeout was rough before, they were approaching a whole other level now. You honestly worried they were gonna hurt each other, especially when Matt hissed and pulled away for a second, his lip starting to bead with blood. Fuck, if it wasn’t hot, though. He glowered at Dex’s self-satisfied smirk, but most of the true hatred you’d seen from Matt time after time seemed to be replaced by something else. Something that may not fare Dex any better.
Dex was flushed, his lips puffy and pink, but smug nonetheless. He took a deep gasp of air when Matt’s grip moved from his throat to his jaw, squishing his cheeks just enough to make Dex have a slight pout.
Matt caught his breath, his mind strangely clear. It felt…good. Satisfying. Like the hunger had been there all along; he just needed that extra shove. Dex repulsed him, and the two men couldn’t be more opposite. But maybe that was exactly why it felt so goddamn freeing. Maybe because they weren’t as different as Matt would like. Maybe because, by kissing Dex, however brutally, he was accepting a part of himself he was convinced he detested.
Dex, meanwhile, had not a single thought in his pretty little head. Well, except the urge to lick the blood from Matt’s plump bottom lip, which he did promptly.
He moved too quickly for Matt to react, Dex’s warm tongue swiping the blood into his own mouth with a particularly carnal groan. Matt’s eyebrows raised, his mouth falling open as Dex took his bottom lip and sucked.
Jesus, Dex was perverted. But Matt would be fooling himself if he said it didn’t make him jerk his hips into nothing– a movement that Dex clearly noticed. Dex hummed with a little chuckle as Matt tried to suppress a gasp. He went back in for another taste of the brunette's lips, but Matt stopped him, shoving him to arm's length. Dex let him, taking the opportunity to catch his breath. Matt’s face was scrunched, as if concentrating very hard on something. Dex panted through a wry smile, watching Matt struggle to keep his cool.
“Wow.”
Both men turned to face you, Dex still grinning as though he won something. “That was…wow,” you repeated. Dex’s eyes flitted down to where your fingers rested against your core, and he licked his lips involuntarily.
You teasingly addressed Matt then, whose cheeks were even more flushed than Dex’s,
“And Dex is the masochist?”
Matt huffed, rolling his eyes. Dex just laughed breathlessly, elated that you seemed to be taking his side in a way. They both stood, as if waiting for directions, still reeling from whatever burden they had just laid bare. Your eyes couldn’t help but fall to each of their obvious bulges before patting the bed on either side of you.
Dex moved immediately, his body weight sinking the mattress in seconds; while Matt took another moment to reorient himself before seating himself next to you. Dex was leaning into you almost magnetically, his eyes falling across your clothed chest down to your bare pussy. Matt’s head was cocked, no doubt spying on each of your heartbeats. You offered Dex an indulgent smile as you stood, making both men momentarily confused. You maintained eye contact with Dex as you slowly lifted the hem of your loose T-shirt, and just before the cloth covered your eyes, you watched as his breath caught in his throat. You pulled the T-shirt over your head and let it fall softly to the ground.
An almost imperceptible, knowing smile appeared on Matt’s lips, while Dex was utterly speechless. You just stood there, entirely naked, entirely unashamed, and entirely, devastatingly, turned on. You weren’t the only one, of course.
“Careful, y/n. He sounds like his heart might just give out,” Matt smirked, using his elevated senses to expose the other man.
You smirked and rolled your eyes a little. “Don’t be cruel, Matt,” you chided.
Poor Dex was still buffering, his bare chest heaving as his breaths came shallower and shallower. He had to consciously close his mouth to keep himself from drooling like an animal.
“Think you broke him,” Matt sighed, spreading his legs and leaning back onto the bed. You tilted your head, examining Dex patiently, pushing out your bottom lip a bit. You slowly step closer to him, watching as his eyes widen with every move you make.
“Hm. I don’t know…did I break you, Dex?”
He can’t breathe. Can’t speak. Can hardly move. The best he can do is shake his head slowly side to side. You chortle, turning to Matt as your hand comes to cup Dex’s face. “He shook his head.” Your finger pressed against Dex’s lower lip, and he just about came in his pants as you gently pushed it inside his open mouth.
“I know he shook his head,” Matt grumbled, noting the way your attention seemed to be unfairly on Dex at the moment.
Dex’s eyes fluttered closed as he took your thumb deeper into his mouth like he was starving for it. He was humiliated and so painfully turned on at the way you each spoke about him like he wasn’t here. Like he was just some toy for your amusement. He let out a soft moan around your finger at the thought.
Before he could get himself too worked up, you removed your thumb from his lips, a string of saliva connecting you momentarily. You pressed your hand against his muscled chest and sent Dex tipping over onto his back with the slightest push. When the back of his head hit the mattress, a shaky breath left his lips. He turned to glance wide-eyed at Matt, who offered him no help whatsoever. You hummed as your hand gripped Dex’s impressive pec and squeezed, the resting muscle having more give than if it were in use. Dex groaned, again feeling his cock twitch at the objectification.
Matt immediately didn’t like how desperate that sound was. He wanted you to touch him. Maybe make Dex watch, his blood rushing and his heart beating out of his chest as Bullseye struggled not to touch himself.
He just wanted Dex to suffer; was that really too much to ask?
You noticed Matt’s expression and smiled, your hand trailing down Dex’s body seductively, making his muscles ripple under your touch.
“You jealous, Matty?” you say, your voice dripping with mock surprise. Matt just huffs, unable to turn away from the scene in front of him. His cock is positively throbbing beneath his thin black pants; something he was increasingly eager to strip off as soon as possible.
Your hand travels down to the waist of Dex’s pants, making him shudder as you slowly unbutton them. His large, calloused hands were gripping the sheets before he rose just enough to watch you, leaning back on his elbows. You pulled Dex’s pants off carefully around his bandaged thigh, noting that the wrappings still seemed clean and secure. As you shed his pants, his briefs were revealed (for the second time that day), which left very little to the imagination.
Dex swallowed thickly when you looked up at him, a not-so-subtle smirk playing on your lips. Your hand wasted no time in palming his aching cock, and Dex had to bite his lip to keep from making an embarrassingly indecent noise. You applied pressure from base to tip, feeling every inch of him through his thin briefs. It made your pussy clench, remembering how good he felt inside you only hours ago. Dex’s mouth had fallen open, and his eyes screwed shut after you pressed a kiss to his clothed tip, already leaking precum through the fabric.
He wished he hadn’t closed his eyes, because he would’ve loved to see the look on your face as you whispered:
“But which one of us are you really jealous of, Matt?”
That did it. Dex had no time to react before the mattress shifted and Matt was leaning over him, his mouth colliding with yours, forcing you to pull away from Dex’s cock. He groaned, his head falling back in disarray and desperation as the two of you made out right above him. Without him. Making him watch. The two of you were something else. Dex had to shut his eyes when he found himself wishing, with too much ferocity, that he was invited in. Surely, he didn’t need permission, but he didn’t want to push his luck with Matt while he was positioned directly above him. So, Dex lay back, listening to the wet, needy sounds of the two of you over him.
He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him even harder.
Matt pulled your hair, making you crane your neck to keep up with his feverish mouth. His tongue quickly intertwined with yours, and he groaned as your hands pulled at his black long sleeve, slipping underneath to grope his abdomen. Matt pulled away momentarily and tore off his shirt at lightning speed, your hands immediately clawing at his exposed skin.
He was delighted to feel your attention on him instead of Dex, especially when he heard the other man groan in frustration. Your fingernails dug into Matt’s chest, leaving crescent-shaped indentations in your wake. It only made him lean into you more, using one hand to grip the back of your head. The other trailed down your neck before groping your bare chest in his large hand. His thumb brushed over your stiffening nipple, making you arch into his touch. He so hoped Dex was watching.
Dex couldn’t look; every time he opened his eyes, he had to try and think of something disgusting to distract himself from coming. It was demeaning. Dex wanted to sit up, kiss you, replace Matt’s fingers on your nipple with his mouth. His hips jerked upwards as someone's hand pressed on his taut stomach, using Dex’s body for balance as the two of you tongue-fucked each other. Like he was an inanimate object, or piece of decor. No more significant than the mattress itself.
Jesus Christ, he was about to fucking come in his pants, and no one was even–
He felt your hand wrap around his clothed dick again, entirely ungentle, even a little mean in the way you quickly massaged his length. Dex cried out in a mix of pleasure and painful overstimulation. God, he couldn’t look. It was all too much. You gripped his chest again, making him whimper, while your other hand guided the hand on his cock.
Dex’s brain stopped short. Since when did you have 3 hands?
Oh fuck.
He didn’t want to look, because he knew what he would see, and he knew how it would make him feel, and he knew how much he wanted it, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to-
He looked.
You were kneeling to one side of Dex on the bed, your hand fondling the muscles of his chest, while your other hand guided Matt as he stroked Dex’s leaking cock through his underwear.
The two of you were still making out, barely paying attention to Dex, even when he bucked involuntarily into Matt’s touch. Your touch. Whatever.
The sight nearly made Dex shatter completely.
Moments ago, you had brought Matt’s hand to rest on Dex’s cock, encouraging him to stroke as you did. Matt had hesitated for only a beat, but the second he placed his hand on the other man's bulge, Dex had moaned so wantonly that Matt started moving immediately on his own. He’d never touched another man like this before, but it came oddly naturally to him as he drank in the sounds Dex made. Dex’s cock felt thick and hot in his hand, and he could feel the blood rushing through it beneath his fingers and the fabric. He silently tried to estimate whose was bigger. While Matt kissed you, making up for lost time, he continued to stroke Dex until the moment the other man realized what was happening and finally opened his eyes.
Matt squeezed his length tighter then, making Dex clutch the sheets, his abdominal muscles flexing, as Matt traced his thumb over his tip. “F-fuck…” Dex stuttered in between gasps. He was so embarrassingly close he couldn’t stop the sounds he made from pouring out; even when the two of you pulled away and Matt whispered in your ear, his hand slowing on Dex’s aching member. Dex groaned, pushing his hips up for more. Anything. He didn’t care how it looked. Didn’t care how smug Matt seemed with his hand wrapped around Dex’s cock.
“P-please–ngh… c’mon, please don’t stop,” Dex rasped, but his broken voice fell on deaf ears.
You smiled at whatever Matt had said to you, and Dex was certain it was something about him. Fuck Matt and his stupid bullshit that let him sense when another man was about to come. Totally invasive and totally unfair. Both sets of hands left his bulge then, making Dex flop back onto the mattress with a bratty whine, his arms coming to rest over his exasperated face. Hiding, or focusing his efforts on not–
He heard and felt the mattress dip, and suddenly, Matt’s low voice was at his ear in a whisper,
“Aw, sweetheart, didn’t get what you wanted for once?”
If it hadn’t made Dex’s breathing go ragged and his hips shift in search of any friction, he’d wipe that smirk off of Matt’s face. When did he ever get what he wanted? It was ridiculous. Matt was the golden boy. Matt was the one everyone loved. Matt was the one who had you.
But, then again, Dex’d had a dream like this before. Or two. Maybe he was getting what he wanted. What he deserved.
He just grunted in response, ignoring Matt’s unsympathetic snicker that followed. Then, you were on the other side of him, voice soft, your breath ghosting over his ear,
“Poor thing.”
It made Dex shiver, and he pulled his arms away from his face, now fully seeing the two of you in your spots on either side of him. He lolled his head towards you, his eyes full of need, his lips parted, like a dog begging for scraps. And he’d beg. He’s certainly not above that.
You stroked his face, leaning in and kissing the scarred gash on Dex’s cheek. The delicate gesture made Dex sigh. You slowly kissed every scar and crease on his angular face, then his nose and his dimpled chin. Matt took the opportunity to distract himself and quickly strip off his pants, the tight quality becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Dex’s breathing was labored, his arm bending as he lazily trailed his fingers down your back while you leaned over him.
Unfortunately, Matt was able to hear the second your lips connected with Dex’s.
It was the first time you’d kissed Dex, you realized, as his eager mouth sought yours. Dex, on the other hand, was completely aware it was your first kiss with him, and had been waiting for this moment, not just since this morning...but for months. Dex’s hand tightened its hold on your back, pulling you into him, while the other hand tucked your hair back and held the side of your head. The way his lips moved against yours, so fucking starving for you, nearly took your breath away.
Dex couldn’t control himself; all his pent-up feelings for you were pouring out of him with every suckle of your lip or brush of your tongue. It was quickly growing sloppy, filthy, and full of need. You parted your mouth more, allowing his tongue to dance around yours in a way that made you claw at his chest.
Dex didn’t need to breathe. He didn’t need to speak. He didn’t need anything but you.
The hand on your back came around to cup your breast, and Dex moaned with you at the feeling. Without any stimulation to his cock, it was easier to let go without fear of coming in his pants. Well…somewhat easier. His hips still lifted miserably while his hands explored your body, getting more worked up by the second. He needed to focus; his head was starting to feel light, and his will was winnowing down to nothingness.
Dex switched his hands, having to let go of your tit and hold your face while the other one snaked down your body and found how soaking wet you’d been this whole time. Your lips pulled away only enough to get some air, and let out a shaky whine at the feeling of his deft fingers against your clit. Though Dex was hardly faring better himself, he let out a shaky chuckle through his swollen lips. His thumb continued its expert assault on your clit, while his middle and ring fingers started to dip inside your opening. Fuck, you were dripping; it made his cock twitch uselessly in his briefs. His thick fingers entered you with ease, immediately finding that spot that made you moan against his mouth.
“Fuuuck Dex,” you gasped, grinding against his fingers. The sound of his name on your lips only made Dex more enthusiastic, his voice gravelly as he hummed in encouragement.
Meanwhile, Matt was having an internal battle over whether or not to give his own aching member some attention, or continue torturing himself by listening to the scene in front of him. His breathing was ragged, his ears clouded by the thundering of your heartbeats as you seemed to forget he was there entirely. No, no, this he could not do. He needed control, despite the fact that there was a sinister nagging feeling deep inside him, questioning that very thought.
If he needed control so badly, why was he choking back his own small sounds as his hand drifted nearer and nearer to his cock?
“Let him taste you, y/n,” Matt said, his voice sounding a little more strained than he would have liked.
Dex barely registered his voice, so focused on pleasing you, on exploring every inch of your mouth and your cunt. Despite how intoxicating Dex’s fingers were, the idea of his wet mouth on your heat sounded even better. Your lips left his after a moment, both of you panting heavily and swallowing the heady combination of your excess drool.
Matt’s words finally hit Dex’s ears, so he didn’t complain too much when you pulled away, knowing what lay in store for him. You smiled down at the pitiful mess below you and traced your finger along the pouted edge of his lips as you spoke, “S’that what you want, Dex?”
Dex was nodding before you were even finished with your sentence. “Uh huh.”
Matt’s hand roughly pushed his hair back from his face, making room for you as he grumbled, “Use your manners, Poindexter.”
Dex’s breath stuttered in his throat at Matt’s touch. And now, to make matters worse, you were straddling him, your core inches away from his twitching length.
“P-please, y/n. Please lemme taste you. Please. I need it, I- I need you. Fuck, please just- just use me. I don’t care just-” Dex’s shameless pleas were cut off by Matt’s hand over his mouth. He couldn’t help the way his tongue pressed against Matt’s touch, tasting the slight salt of his palm. Matt’s voice was deeper then, gravelly, and undeniably full of unbridled lust,
“Jesus, you’re pathetic.”
Dex just whimpered underneath Matt’s hand, his eyes falling closed as you let your pussy brush up against cock just slightly. You did it again, and Dex sounded completely wrecked, his unintelligible sounds broken and high-pitched, almost like he would cry.
“Shut him up, would you?” Matt growled, retracting his hand from Dex’s mouth, but letting his fingers drag against his lips. You just smiled and nodded, eager to feel Dex’s mouth on your swollen clit.
Dex breathed like it hurt as you crawled over him and positioned your hips above his face. His mouth fell open, and his eyes looked positively black with desire. He realized that, in that moment, he’d never, ever, been hornier in his entire life. It was like his mind was replaced by some rabid animal, driven by instinct, totally helpless against his own desires.
You were still poised above him, teasing, when suddenly Dex’s strong hands clamped around your thighs and yanked you down onto his face forcefully.
You yelped when his hot mouth made contact with your pussy for the first time, and it turned into an incredibly lewd moan within seconds, feeling his tongue immediately begin to explore. You almost fell forward with the force of it, but Matt was there to keep you steady, and you grabbed his chest for leverage. He was above Dex’s head now as he leaned forward to kiss you, cutting off your moans, and Dex again felt like a piece of meat when his eyes flicked open to watch.
Matt was on his haunches, his knees positioned on either side of Dex’s head, his clothed cock close to brushing against Dex’s messy hair as he helped you steady yourself. Your hips lurched with a mind of their own, and Dex groaned underneath you, his hands massaging your thighs. You hoped you weren’t hurting or suffocating him, just as much as Matt hoped you were hurting and suffocating him. You tried to slow your hips, but Matt’s hand drifted down to cup your ass, urging you forward.
“Don’t hold back. He can take it, right, Dex?”
Frankly, Dex wasn’t sure if he could take it. His own cock was aching so bad it was verging on painful, and not entirely the good kind. He’d been on the edge for what felt like half an hour now, and he worried he might be losing his mind. He could barely breathe, only able to get a quick gasp when you rolled your hips a certain way. And seeing Matt’s tense thighs on either side of him as the other man kissed you was certainly not helping. But the second Matt’s words teased him, he knew he had to remain strong. Stable. In control. He can do it. He can take it. He can take it. He can-
Dex heard someone spit above him, and he warily opened his eyes. Your hand was outstretched, and a long strand of saliva was dripping from Matt’s mouth into it. You arched your body then, turning, making Dex’s breathing halt entirely. Matt reached forward quickly to aid you in tugging Dex’s underwear enough to free his cock, before returning to his previous position. Just that feeling was enough to make Dex let out the longest, strangled whine of his entire life.
But of course, that wasn’t all. You wrapped a hand around his length and gave him a long, slow stroke, using Matt’s spit as lubrication. Dex couldn’t think. He felt faint, whether from lack of oxygen or pure overstimulation; he wasn’t sure. Despite how close he was, his tongue and lips still worked at you, dipping into your entrance and suckling on your clit. You moaned, grinding into his face, “Mmm, good boy, Dex. Doing so good–fuckkk.”
He might cry. It’s so much. It’s too much, but he’d rather die than let it end. The praise made him jerk up into your touch with a sound he’d never thought could come from his own two lips. You continued stroking him cruelly, biting your lip at the way his desperate sounds vibrated your cunt. His member was heavy and flushed, his pretty pink tip weeping for your attention. His hands were trembling against your thighs, wanting to pull you closer but also afraid he might seriously pass out and miss the main event. It was the world's most delicious torture.
Then, your thumb brushed over his tip, and Dex could hear the smile in Matt’s voice as he whispered, “Guess I was wrong.”
Dex’s broken cry was muffled between your legs as he came hard, in thick, impatient spurts against your hand.
It was demeaning, coming so fast when you’d only barely started to touch him again. But Dex didn’t care. In fact, he came so hard he nearly blacked out, incapable of doing anything, let alone thinking. His eyes fluttered back into his head, while his hips arched almost painfully, pistoning his cock into your fist over and over again animalistically. You continued to stroke him, disregarding the way he mewled underneath you as the rest of his come dribbled onto his taut stomach. The poor thing was shaking all over by then, so totally overstimulated he couldn’t control any part of his body.
Then, Matt pushed his hair back once more as you lifted your thigh, rotating to Dex’s side while your hand still gripped his cock. The feeling of fresh air in his lungs was almost as orgasmic as…well, his orgasm. He nearly choked on it, his gasping mouth flushed and wet from your cunt. Your hand slowed on his cock before pulling away completely, allowing Dex to catch his breath. Dex’s sweaty body was totally limp, his mouth had fallen open, and his face was stuck in a permanently fucked-out expression.
And, of course, Matt was utterly pleased with himself, having been able to not only outlast Dex, but be part of the reason he came so fast. He patted Dex’s cheek condescendingly, but Dex was too momentarily exhausted to react, other than a small, hoarse grunt falling from his lips.
He was starting to regain some semblance of consciousness, and he slowly sat up on his elbows, his breathing finally coming to him naturally and not in desperate gulps. That was until you leaned forward and licked a long stripe across his stomach, gathering his still-warm come in your mouth and swallowing. Dex took a shuddering breath. “Ngh– fuck, y/n. You’re gonna kill me. Please-”
But you cut him off with your lips against his, and your tongue plunging his own come into his mouth. Dex groaned; it was positively depraved, and he loved that you were the one doing this to him. You. Someone who took care of him. Someone he cared about more than he thought possible. Someone so sweet. Funny. Gentle. And here you were licking up his come again to spit it in his mouth. God, Matt was right. Dex was certainly getting what he wanted.
Except after you pulled away, your mouth didn’t meet his again. You licked at the drops of come on Dex’s stomach once more, before drawing your eyes up to Matt, who had lain back behind Dex, against the pillows. You crawled around Dex, who sat up more, watching you, as you approached the other man. Matt’s legs were spread wide as you slotted between them, and you felt his breath hit your lips when you leaned down to kiss him. His breath stuttered, a hint of apprehension. Another boundary he was about to cross. Another hurdle for him to jump. Another silent prayer for forgiveness.
Matt could sense the heady taste of Dex’s come even before you crashed your lips into his own. Matt, who had seemed to hesitate only seconds ago, instantly dipped his tongue into your mouth with an unquenchable hunger.
Dex, meanwhile, could hardly believe his eyes. Even without the suffocation of your thighs wrapped around his head, or Matt’s grip around his throat, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He could already feel his abused member stiffening painfully as the come on his stomach cooled. The sound of your mouths was pornographic, and Dex couldn’t tear his eyes away, a gravelly groan escaping his throat.
Your tongue grazed Matt's teeth as one of your hands came to cup his stubbly jaw, tilting his head back. He let you, his body melting into your touch as his soft lips suckled on yours. His hands trailed down your body and lifted your legs one at a time over his, so you could straddle him. Once your bare, aching pussy met the hard line of his covered cock, he couldn’t control the breathy moan that escaped his throat.
Dex’s gaze fell to where the two of you connected, his eyes hungry as you rocked against Matt’s bulge. Matt sat up a bit, his hips still rolling into yours, so he could take one of your nipples into his warm mouth. You cupped the back of his head, arching into it with a low whine of his name. You were writhing against him now, that warm feeling in your belly turning you feral as you chased your second orgasm. Matt jerked his hips harder then, pinning your core against him,
“Mmm, gonna come like this, sweetheart? Before I get to feel you?”
Your breathing stuttered as he used more force, and as close as you were to the edge, there was no better feeling than your walls gripping Matt’s cock as you came; a sensation he particularly enjoyed as well. You shook your head quickly, a silent plea on your lips.
“Good girl, that’s what I thought,” Matt murmured with a smile, his thumb coming to brush over your pouty lips. You lifted your hips enough for Matt to shove his briefs down, his girthy cock slapping against your entrance with the force of it. Dex had about an inch on Matt, you noticed, but Matt’s member made up for it with mouthwatering thickness. You whimpered at the feeling, your hole fluttering around nothing.
Dex had to get a better look at this. He wiped the rest of his come off his stomach with his forgotten underwear before throwing them back on the ground. His form sidled up to yours, his chest flush against your back, and you felt his breath on your neck before he touched you. You leaned your head back, resting it against his thick chest and looking up at him. He smiled with surprising warmth before tilting down and kissing you deeply, his tongue dipping into your awaiting mouth.
You gasped suddenly into his mouth as Matt’s tip entered your hole, but Dex swallowed it down greedily. You were so tight, so perfect for him, that Matt had to focus on not coming before he was even properly seated inside you.
Matt wasn’t sure how he felt about Dex stealing your attention while he was trying to fuck you. Nevertheless, when you slowly sank down on his cock he cared less and less with every inch. Your mouth fell open into an O, but Dex was right there to catch any sounds that fell from your lips. It took a few moments of patience and guidance, but Matt groaned as you finally reached the base of his cock, your wet heat gripping him just right. His hands were on your hips, thumbs brushing against your skin to comfort you as you adjusted. You whined, feeling so full it nearly took your breath away. The side of your face rested against Dex’s chest, hearing his heartbeat below the thick layer of muscle.
“Shhh,” Dex whispered, his cock twitching against your lower back, “He feel good, angel?” You jerked your hips a little involuntarily, making you and Matt gasp, while Dex smiled against your hair. “Yeah, bet he does.” One of Dex’s hands slithers down your body, grazing your tit on the way. “Look at you, takin’ it so well.” His mouth meets your neck, pressing soothing kisses and laps of his tongue. Well, if Dex couldn’t fuck you, he might as well offer a hand, right?
Dex settles his wide palm over your mound and lower belly, then presses down.
He can’t help but chuckle when you and Matt both moan uncontrollably at the sensation. He can feel Matt inside you. It makes all the blood in his body rush straight to his dick, and his throat go dry, but he tries to keep his cool. Dex maintains the slight pressure of his warm palm, and you feel like you might have died and ascended to heaven. If you weren’t feeling stuffed enough already, the way Dex pressed on your belly made you positively overstimulated, yet you didn’t want his hand to move.
Matt, on the other hand, was conflicted. He had placed his own hand there several times before, left reeling over the way his length stretched you out as he fucked you again and again. The way his palm could feel the slight bulge of his own cock inside you. But now, he wasn’t the one who got to do it. He wasn’t the one who got to make you whine about how full you were, all because of a little pressure of his palm. It was Dex. Dex, who refused to be left out of fucking you. Dex, who felt the girth of Matt's cock inside you. Dex, who made Matt groan with the sensation of it. With the depravity of it.
Matt swallowed, his breathing hoarse. His hand came to rest over Dex’s, pressing a little harder as he bit back another moan. You whined, nearly thrashing again. Dex was elated, his lips grazing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Think he wants you to start movin’, y/n”
You immediately obeyed, clenching your thigh muscles and rising a few inches before sinking down again with a gasp. Matt’s throat bobbed as his head fell back further against the pillows; he didn’t like Dex telling you what to do, as it made him envision you riding the other man only hours ago, but at the same time, he very much liked what you were doing. Matt tried to ignore it, focusing on the way your walls gripped his length and you slowly rose up and down, and not the way Dex intertwined his fingers with his own on your belly.
“There you go…just like we practiced, right?”
Matt could hear the smirk in Dex’s voice as he spoke. He could almost feel the lust dripping off of every syllable. He could smell Dex’s sweat mixing with your own as he pressed himself tighter against your back.
“S-stop talking, Dex,” he warned, his voice faltering slightly as you gradually picked up the pace. Dex smiled against your shoulder, placing another kiss and a graze of his teeth. “What’s the matter? Can’t take it? We can switch if you want.” Dex just couldn’t help himself, could he? He had to fuck with Matt, like it was in his DNA, even in the most intimate of ways. Still teasing him, even though Dex himself was having a hard time not rutting against the soft swell of your ass like an animal.
Matt groaned, “Shut the fuck up, I mean it-” but Dex was already winning this game, and he could hear it in Matt’s voice. Dex emphasized his words with a slow grind against you, his length sliding up and down your lower back.
“I’m curious, exactly what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”
Well, truthfully, there really was nothing Matt could do about it with you situated in between the two men. The best he could do was rip Dex’s hand away from your body to refuse to let him touch you. It was childish and made no difference, seeing as Dex was already all over you from behind. Dex just chuckled, his hand coming right back to your body, gripping your breast. Again, Matt grabbed Dex’s wrist to pry him off, but he was shocked when you placed your hand over Dex’s, almost protecting him in a way.
You had better things to do than watch them bicker over who got to touch you; and the better things felt so fucking good. Despite their never-ending ego-measuring contest, you got to decide who you wanted to touch you and where; and Matt was being a brat, even though you could feel his length twitch inside you when Dex spoke. Who was he kidding?
“Keep your hands to yourself, Matt,” you chided, pressing Dex’s hand to your chest even tighter. Matt couldn’t believe it. His hand stuttered in midair, overwhelmed with so many feelings that his head felt like it might explode. He was probably lucky he couldn’t see the massive shit-eating grin on Dex’s face, and it only grew bigger when you added, “I’m serious, hands on the bed.”
You slowed your movements for emphasis, and Matt had no other choice but to submit. Both his hands slowly fell onto the bed, his fingertips plucking at the sheets in desperation.
Dex sucked a bruise into your neck in his own way of thanking you. His teeth bit down hard enough to make you whimper, offering your neck up for more, and the sound went straight to his cock. He had to hold himself back from humping you pathetically, his only reprieve being the dimples of your lower back leading to the soft swell of your ass. A feeling that certainly didn’t help keep Dex’s orgasm at bay.
Matt made a strangled sound below you, unable to see the sight above him, but sensing every aspect of it nonetheless. Fuck. You were so wet and tight around him, and he could feel your walls flutter when Dex sank his teeth into you. Matt whined, his voice cracking almost miserably. He didn’t care how pathetic it sounded; he just wanted you. What did he ever do to be punished like this?
Perhaps a stupid question for a Catholic with a proclivity for sadism, but still.
And you laughed at him, a condescendingly sweet sound, in all his sweaty desperation below you. It simultaneously made his cheeks flush with shame, and his hips jerk up into you with a mind of their own. Your hand slid up his chest, leaning forward. Dex’s eyes fell to your fingers as they worked their way into Matt’s open mouth, and he sucked, desperate for any attention from you. It made Dex’s breath stutter, his oversensitive cock reaching that painful grey area again as he tried to bite back a groan. You were now bent over Matt, and Dex had a perfect view of your arched back, your ass pushed up against him while Matt’s cock still warmed you from within.
His hands fell to cup your ass, unable to stop himself from sliding his weeping cock shallowly between your unbearably soft cheeks.
You’d never seen Matt so tormented before, and as Dex gripped you from behind, you got an idea. “Enough fighting, hm? I think you two need to kiss and make up.”
Matt snorted, his mouth falling open around your fingers. God, you were incorrigible. Dex’s half-hearted chuckle was a moment too late, exposing just how much the idea got to him. But you were entirely serious, raising your eyebrows. Dex’s heart fluttered almost nervously. What the hell did he have to be nervous about? He’d already kissed Matt once this evening; what’s the big deal? Well, there was a before, and there was an after.
That was before Matt had palmed Dex’s cock through his briefs. That was before he got off to you and Matt virtually cucking him. That was before Matt’s spit was used as lube for you to jerk Dex off. That was before Dex had begged for Matt to keep touching him. That was before quite a lot.
Dex stopped moving behind you, and Matt went still, considering what you’d said. He didn’t want to pull out of you, even though your suggestion made something like excitement bloom in his chest. But he didn’t need to pull out in order to do what he was told. Dex just swallowed, his wide hands kneading your ass like a stress toy. You turned to look over your shoulder at him, nodding for him to come closer. Neither of the men argued; both just complied with bated breath.
After a moment of adjusting, Dex leaned over you, making you squish yourself against Matt. He propped himself up on his forearms, sinking even further on top of you so he and Matt could get incrementally closer. His weight was crushing, sending Matt’s cock somehow even further inside you as you moaned. Dex adjusted, trying not to completely suffocate you, even though the position allowed his length to fall against your ass once more and twitch with need.
You were now completely sandwiched between the two vigilantes, who ‘totally hated each other.’ Despite this, they both leaned in, pressing you even closer between their scarred, muscled bodies. It could have been a little silly if the weight of both of them against you wasn’t so erotic, and if Dex didn’t eagerly connect his lips with Matt’s before the other man could argue.
He sucked in an unsteady breath as Dex kissed him, and his hands threatened to leave their place on the mattress when Dex ran his fingers through Matt’s mussed-up hair. You watched the intense look on their faces, the way their brows furrowed, and their cheeks hollowed as they deepened the kiss. You felt a slow roll up of Matt's hips, sending you grinding back into Dex, who shuddered on top of you. In return, he pressed his member against you harder, sending you further onto Matt. A filthy rhythm was soon found, and you continued like this as the moments passed: Matt jerking up, and Dex pressing down, with you forced in between.
You couldn’t help but whine as they both picked up speed, particularly Dex, whose veiny forearms had started to tremble from the overwhelming pleasure of it all. Dex moaned when Matt’s tongue found its way into his mouth, and pressed himself to you harder, his cock sliding with ease between his abdomen and your back.
It was positively debauched.
The three of you moved fluidly, the cadence being set by the man above and below you with their own pleasure in mind. You had zero qualms about it, though, the way they writhed against you from every angle while you breathed in their musks making you feel lightheaded in the best possible way. Matt and Dex were still going at it, which only made you participate more to ease the aching, needy feeling in your core; rolling your hips this way and that as each of you panted and suppressed the perverted sounds that escaped into the shared hot air.
Poor Dex wasn’t even getting the brunt of it, yet he was beginning to unravel. The way his body had to stretch over yours left the wound on his shoulder blade stinging considerably, but the feeling only heightened his ecstasy. He was losing the pace, gasping into Matt’s mouth with every erratic roll of his hips. Everything was frenzied and overwhelming: the way Matt’s teeth nipped at his lips, the way you pushed your ass back against his cock at every chance, the way that each thrust of Matt’s hips inadvertently brought Dex closer and closer to the edge. Matt’s lips stretched into a grin against Dex’s, and he realized that Matt knew yet again. So unfair.
Dex would have preferred to come in your mouth, or inside you if he was so lucky, but the choice was taken from him when Matt’s hand disobeyed your order. Starting with one finger, Matt traced the long, raised line of Dex’s spinal scar, from his tailbone all the way up to the back of his neck; stopping there and flattening his palm, pushing Dex impossibly closer.
The shockingly gentle caress from the man who had so often relished in beating the shit out of Dex was too much for his fucked-out brain to compute. He couldn’t even pull away from Matt’s mouth when he came, the other man biting on his lip to keep him in place.
Dex’s abs flexed, and his hips pumped against you suddenly, no rhyme or rhythm, just raw undiluted need. You felt his hot seed coat your lower back, sticking in between your bodies as Dex shuddered, every muscle threatening to give up and end with you being flattened completely between him and Matt. A string of muffled moans and whines left Dex, as each wave of his orgasm seemed more powerful than the last. It knocked the wind out of him, and he swore he saw stars.
Still, Dex kept himself propped up, huffing unevenly into Matt’s mouth as his orgasm gradually subsided. His breathing was ragged, tinged with throaty whines as Matt finally let him pull away. Dex’s face was a deep crimson as he slowly shifted off of you, whether from embarrassment or from the sheer overstimulation of it all. His head fell back, exposing his flushed neck that bobbed as he got ahold of himself. Matt was shockingly silent, not even throwing a little jab at Dex for coming yet again; he was too engrossed in every stimulus wracking his fried nervous system.
You rose slowly to your original position, Dex’s hand on your come-coated back guiding you up. He seemed surprised when you turned over your shoulder and crashed your mouth into his, but he swiftly reciprocated with a groan. You couldn’t help yourself. For some reason, maybe the degradation of it all, maybe the sounds Dex made, maybe how flushed he got after, you were convinced that that was the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.
Eventually you pulled away, letting an overwhelmed Dex catch his breath. His fingers were sticky with his come from your back, and after a moment, Dex’s fingers pushed gently into your mouth, letting you taste him once again. You moaned around the salty digits, sucking and cleaning them up for him. Instinctively, you rose up on Matt’s cock before sinking back down slowly, feeling every inch.
Matt had felt a little neglected with the loss of your combined weight against him, but once you started moving again, any feelings of abandonment swiftly fled his mind. Dex was truly exhausted at this point, but not enough to bow out completely. Matt could never be so lucky.
To Matt’s dismay, Dex’s hands fell to your hips, and he guided you in riding the other man. It made Matt choke as you picked up the pace abruptly with Dex’s help. The slick plap plap plap of your flesh hitting Matt’s filled the room, growing faster and faster. And Matt couldn’t do anything, his hands remaining steadfast on the mattress. He couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t feel you. He couldn’t play with your clit to make sure you came before he did. He couldn’t hold your breasts in between letting them bounce in his face. He couldn’t do anything but lie there and take what you gave him.
…what you and Dex gave him.
Dex’s eyes had drifted closed; all he needed were his skilled hands to guide you up and down, helping you when you faltered, ensuring all the while that Matt’s cock hit the spot deep inside you that made you squeal. He didn’t even need to be the one fucking you to make sure he hit the target. He did have perfect aim after all.
Dex whispered sweet nothings in your ear as you started weakening, relying on him to push and pull you even more. His arms wrapped around you for a better hold, and one of his hands sought out your clit, finding it immediately. He rubbed tight circles into it, making you see stars and nearly fall forward onto Matt if Dex weren’t there to hold you up. Your body twisted with pleasure, bucking your hips and arching against Dex as he continued his onslaught.
He held you tighter, only a fraction of his true strength, and worked your clit faster without losing sight of the way Matt was starting to break beneath you.
“Nuh-uh, honey, you’re not going anywhere,” Dex grumbled, making you whine as your legs started to give out. Every time Dex would lift you to Matt’s tip before sinking back down to the base again, you felt all the air leave your body, and a pleasant dull sensation in your mind. It felt too good to think. All that existed was Dex’s wide hands, his body pressed against you, and Matt’s cock spearing you in two. You were drunk on it. Dumb with it.
You were nearly a ragdoll by now, and Dex was doing almost all your work for you, pushing Matt further and further towards his climax. Now that you thought about it, Matt looked positively tortured. He was sweating, flushed, his mouth falling open with every shaking gasp he let out, while his hands gripped the sheets like they’d done something personally egregious. His hips jerked up into yours erratically, and if you weren’t so close to your own orgasm, you would’ve felt a little bad for him.
You were beginning to babble pleas and expletives, but mostly you uttered their names, each more indecent sounding than the last. You moaned Matt’s name into Dex’s mouth. You panted Dex’s name as Matt thrust into you in retaliation, almost feeling it in your lungs at this point. Everything was blending into one perfect, overwhelming sensation, all leading to the strongest climax of your life. Dex was too out of it for words, having come 3 times today now; he focused on manhandling you, making sure you got where you needed to go. He just groaned as he attacked every part of your body that his mouth could reach. “C-can’t take it, Dex, please…mmmfuuuck Matt!” you wailed, much too loudly in a safehouse, the world starting to spin.
Matt was incredibly, painfully close. He wanted to touch you so badly it made his muscles tremble in anticipation. He hadn’t even realized he was talking when he heard his own broken voice plead, “F-fuck, please don’t stop. Mmm–God, don’t stop. Come for me, y/n–nghh-come on my cock. Ohhh god-”
You’d never heard Matt sound so desperate before, and it was undeniably, ridiculously hot. With that, Dex’s fingers bullying your clit, and Matt’s cock pummeling you from below, you came with a cry, feeling hot tears prick the back of your eyes from the overstimulation. Your eyes rolled back along with your head, hitting Dex’s chest with a soft thump. You writhed, as though something foreign had possessed your body, shaking and whining and squeezing around Matt as if your life depended on it. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears as your orgasm gripped you, with no end in sight.
Dex groaned hoarsely, his hands slipping to your waist as he no longer needed to guide you. His head sank to your shoulder, listening to you fall apart, his mouth open and tasting your perfume and sweat.
Matt wasn’t far behind, uttering another string of curses and pleas, and you swear to god you heard a particularly whiny “Dex” in there. Matt couldn’t obey any longer, his mind going somewhere primitive and instinctual as he let go of the sheets. He reached for your waist as he came with a broken moan, his grip bruising as his hands landed partially over Dex’s.
You felt the warmth of his come deep inside you, and you clenched around him, milking him for everything he’s worth. Matt whimpered at the feeling, his hips still rolling against you sloppily. It felt like the world was melting as Matt came; his senses shutting down and rebooting along with his fucked-out brain. Nothing else mattered. Nothing but you and Dex.
The comedown from your orgasm was nothing short of euphoric, and you had a feeling Matt felt the same way. Finally, when Matt had nothing left, and you were completely spent, the 3 of you stopped moving; sweaty, sticky, basking in the chorus of panting and the scent of sex.
Your body sagged as Dex slowly removed his hands from your waist and sat back on his haunches. Matt pulled you forward until your sweaty chest was pressed against his, and your heartbeats hammered in synchrony. Dex collapsed against the pillows next to Matt, reaching out a hand to stroke your hair. Matt didn’t have the strength to push him off, even though his heartstrings plucked painfully when you leaned into Dex’s touch.
You lifted your face, Dex's warm hand still petting your head as you gently kissed Matt’s parted mouth. His plump lips fit perfectly against your own, both of you still breathing heavily. You held the kiss for a few meaningful moments before pulling away with a light pop!
Matt smiled lazily as you withdrew, his rich brown eyes warming considerably just from your touch. Dex sighed deliberately, enough to make you giggle. You turned to find him frowning with remarkable sass, so you leaned over and kissed him as well. He hummed against your lips, deepening the kiss as his fingers threaded through your hair. Eventually, you pulled back and laid your head on Matt’s chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually even out.
The three of you lay in silence for a while, either trying not to fall asleep or simply wrapping your heads around everything that just happened. After a while, your exhausted voice broke the silence, “Still jealous, Matt?”
The man underneath you just chuckled, his fingertips lightly grazing your back up and down. You met Dex’s eyes, and he smiled wryly; it was less devilish than usual, more genuine. You rolled gently off of Matt, groaning at the empty feeling as his cock slid out of you. You settled in between him and Dex on the slightly too-small mattress. Matt’s hand stayed on your hip, drawing little circles as you curled up, and you felt Dex kiss the top of your head. Your eyelids were starting to feel heavy, and the comfortable position you were in between the two solid men only helped lull you on your way to sleep. Just as you began to doze, Matt’s gruff voice broke the silence: “We should probably go.”
You groaned. Can’t he just enjoy something for once? Dex chuckled and pulled you closer to him. “You have fun with that.” Matt sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. You put a hand on his thigh. “Can’t crime just, like, wait a few hours?” you said with a tempting smile. Matt sighed and shook his head, returning your smile but looking awfully tired. Something occurred to you then.
“So you’re just gonna leave Dex and me? Alone?” You emphasized alone, and Matt’s ears practically pricked up, proving your point. He groaned and, after a moment's consideration, flopped back against the pillows. He turned on his side, so now you were encompassed by both men, and grumbled into your hair, “Guess not.”
Dex sighed, rolling his eyes. “You’re such a-”
You kicked Dex lightly, getting him to stop talking with a deep chuckle. “God, can we just let it go for a minute? I mean, seriously, you two.” Neither man spoke, but your message was heard and understood. Maybe they could get along. Maybe they’d even get along better after this…?
No. No, probably not. But for now, things were peaceful. With the slow rumble of each of their breathing, and their large, comforting hands tracing different parts of your exhausted frame, you fell into a deep, deserved slumber.
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notes: sorry for the wait but this is a billion poorly edited words of just porn essentially so hopefully this will tide you guys over for a bit! YN is genuinely so powerful like wow her minddd! Thx again for all the continued support (: