okay, skip with me and keep rhythm or else i'm gonna trip you and leave you in the dust,
warning somno? technically yeah cause dex thinks you're asleep but your not. tried to keep sub dex up in the air / ambiguous?? but im also not sorry for my slip ups and i didn't actually try that hard :/ oops. sorta maybe proof read
our lovely, never felt the touch of a woman in his life, dex waking up with all his limbs coiled around you, face pressed into the back of your neck while his hips softly jerk into your ass
he dreamt of you, which is normal but woke up right as he was cumming, making a dark wet splotch form on his boxers from how close he was. and the only way i don't see him intentionally trying to wake you up while making it seem like an accident, is if your relationship were fairly new and dex was learning about you more intimately than he ever would watching from a distance
a part of him would try to go back to sleep, ignore his throbbing boner but touching you made it worse, so soft, warm, and you smell so fucking good. just how you did in his dream. the devastating part, is dex has already developed trouble sleeping if he weren't touching some part of you.
so dex shoves his hand down his underwear. actually, i feel like he's the type (especially when he's trying to be sneaky what a loser) to slide his hand through the slit down the front. it sort of constricts his movements, keeps him from stroking himself too fast or get too caught up in the pleasure.
but then minutes pass. dex's heavy breaths turn to sharp, shaky gasps as he moves on from squeezing his cock tip to base to just twisting his closed fist around his tip. he's copying you but his own hands will never compare to how yours touch him with such tenderness even when being punishing and cruel.
his hips twitch, thighs begin to shake and he can feel the bed jerk beneath him but not that burning sensation spreading from his cock throughout his body
your secret weapon— cupping his balls in your hand and pressing your thumb to the space below his cock— doesn't work. his hands are too big. they aren't soft enough. he's expecting it, knows it's going to happen. he's too in control to find the same pleasure he seeks in you.
you, who've been awake since his leaky dick first started to form a slightly uncomfortable wet spot on your sleep shorts, knows this and waits with a shocking amount of patience for dex to come to this realization as well, biting at your lip to stop yourself from jumping his bones every time he catches a pitiful gasp a little too late
and you really think he's got it this time, when you shift slightly because the pooling slick in your shorts is getting a bit unbearable. the idea of getting caught by you, so delicious in dex's brain he has to clasp his left hand around his mouth to say he at least attempted to muffle the hoarse moan that rattled through his chest
dex's legs would squeeze shut, accidently putting pressure on his balls just like you would and the shaky, surprised inhale he nearly chokes on convinces you he would cum like this. next to you in bed, while he thought you were asleep after having a very obvious wet dream that left your nape slightly damp from all his heavy panting.
then the bed stops moving and all you hear for a while is dex's uneven breathing sounding moments away from crying. you feel him move, lean over you and stare for what felt like eternity as if his thoughts alone could wake you up. then — and with less care than he would have used any other night, flop onto his stomach with his arm flung over your waist
his movements were subtle at first, testing to see if he liked the given friction and pleasure. then his tip slips from the waistband of his shorts due to the slick mess of his lower abdomen, slathered in his own pre-cum.
dex's thrust against the mattress become more erratic, every push of his hips driving his cock into the sheets you picked out together brings him closer to you. literally. it isn't until his cock head is trying so hard to wedge itself between your hipbone and the mattress does dex realize the difference.
"as long as he doesn't wake you up." he'd tell himself. you'd never have to know and it'd be a one time thing. you wouldn't want him to go on like this, frustrated, about to burst and it's your fault really. dex was perfectly able to get himself off while watching you, looking at your pictures, videos he may or may not have taken from afar, imagining your face on the porn he rarely watched because he had you.
and you are so wet when he guides himself between your thighs. fucking soaked. god, were you dreaming of him too? was this all still from earlier when he fingered you so good you were the one that was crying?
the memory of cleaning up those salty streaks with his tongue all but digging into your flushed face has him pushing into you faster and dragging kisses on your shoulder despite himself.
he needed to taste you. he wanted your lips on his, to suck your tongue into his mouth, nip at the muscle or your lip or both and hear you hum and have you spit in his mouth
but for now he'll settle for the faint hint of sweat lingering on your skin from one of new york's warmer nights and instead of clinging to your waist for dear life when your thighs shift just as he's bottoming out, dex white knuckles the sheets while releasing short, hot breaths into your shoulder. unaware if the metallic tang on his tongue is from his tears or if he finally drew blood from how hard his teeth dug into his lip
your shorts did nothing but piss dex of every time the soaked fabric caught on his tip instead of your plush thighs. you could tell he was losing his high again when the arm around your waist came down to furiously rub at his slit every time he poked through
he's start whispering, begging, "please please please please—pl-ah! ah ah ah" sighing with a long drag, imagining its you sweet spot he’s nudging repeatedly, not his fingers. begging you or himself to not let his orgasm slip away, neither of you can be sure. hell, dex does even notice he's mumbling until you're slipping your hand beneath the one touching his cock and circle his head in gentler, slower motions.
dex stutters, his frantic incoherent speech, his hips, the grip of his hand that had flown to your thigh the instant he felt your touch. your name slurred with whimpers and shaky gasps is all he knows. that and how your fingerprints feel dragging down the underside of his cock until you pull at his base like you're trying to draw him closer.
now that you're awake, what point in there was hiding or holding back?
his other arm crawls between you and the mattress, underneath your shirt and straight to rolling your nipple between his fingers all the while pulling you as close as he can
wet, messy kisses are sporadically placed up your shoulder to your neck, his teeth barely contained. by the time dex reaches your jaw, he’s not even lifting his head between nipping kisses.
and when he reaches your face, he'd let you nuzzle your nose to his, bask in your sleepy affection before crashing his lips onto yours. when you'd stop him, because you have been holding in everything you wanted to say for the better part of an hour, with two fingers pressed to his lips, he'd kiss them all the same. from your finger tips, down to your wrist, biting at the pulse jumping beneath his tongue and trailing up your neck all over again
can we normalize not using fake tags? or at least not using daredevil x reader for characters who aren't matt murdock, yes i know it's literally the name of the show but why do i get more dex and frank and spiderman??? whenever i search the tag (even the matt murdock tag?) it's lowkey ridiculous.
but ykw i know i'm asking too much because i still to this day see shit like 'clark kent smut' under a fluff post about hazel from bottoms. it sickens me. clark would never stand for attention being taken away from lesbians
