hiiii. I mostly made this list for myself because I tend to lose track of what I'm reading. I will keep updating this list every time I find a new fanfic that I like, and I finally started adding more stuff ;)
âSo much to do, so little RAM.â -by @cafeoa (kinda neglected)
Invisible Heart -by @pomegranatelifethis (this one made my chest hurt a little ngl)
Oh my God, Oh my God. Who wrote this? -by @luludeluluramblings (there are both SFW and NSFW versions) here's also her whole master list cuz she's an amazing writer and has many more bat family work!
Yan! Neglectful! Batfam x Replaced! Reincarnated! Time-loop! Crazy! Reader -by @candysparks (TW cause this one is horror/angst)(also has evil Yuri)
a loving family, an unpalatable desire (batfamily x under appreciated!batmom) (superfamily x batmom) -by @acid-ixx
don't romance the npc (batfam x npc isekaiâd! reader) -by @acid-ixx
THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT -by @bnny0rgnz
girl with one eye -by @neellscapsule
âUNDER THE MASK.â -by @geniusgirlalert
No use for your apologies. -by @mareszawrites (i actually cried reading this omg)
Socialite!BatSis!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family -by @luludeluluramblings
Static On The Line (Batfam x batsis) -by @suigenerisisadiva
Yandere BatFam x other dimension Reader -by @sangunary
Long Gone -by @cosmicasteroid
My Heart -by @neellscapsule
; Coming Full Circle. -by @oddlylovingaddiction
the ballad of a bygone blight. -by @kenyummy
Why are you so obsessed with me?! -by @zippysmusings
18+ stuck in the chem lab with your annoying but hot bully!gojo
you shift in your seat uncomfortably, eyes raking over the clock on the wall of the universityâs chem lab for the hundredth time already.
âyou got somewhere else to be, nerdy?â the annoying voice of your classes bully!gojo rings through your ears, making you look up at him irritated. god, how you hate this guy. always so loud and annoying. he eyes you with that stupid smirk, obviously enjoying the way he has you on edge.
you donât know how youâve got into that situation. but youâre sitting in the chem laboratory with gojo satoru. your bully. he doesnât really bully you, but heâs spending all of his free time in class teasing you. probably because youâre smart, a little nerdy. thatâs what he calls it at least.
heâs been hanging behind in chemistry course and your professor had the great idea to ask you to help with a little after-class study session. of course you didnât know that the person you were asked to help out was gojo, so you said yes. and as if that wasnât enough, how high were the chances of your professor needing to leave in a hurry because of a family emergency? yea. low, but never zero.
now all alone with gojo, youâve been trying your best to not let any personal relations influence you. he was here because heâs struggling with chemistry after all, right? but the guy sitting sprawled in front of you, man-spreading while looking you up and down with a teasing smirk isnât making it easy for you.
âyea, I wouldâve been home by now, enjoying the weekend off, gojo. keep doing the taskâ you mumble, flipping the page and reading the next task out loud, then explaining what he needs to do.
their little experiment is standing in front of them and both are clothed in lab coats, gloves and security glasses.
âso, you got it?-â you look up but satoru is already eyeing the chemicals they have standing in front of them, grabbing all of the different test tubes and pouring them in the big flask all at once.
âoh my god what are you doing??â you try to snap the tubes out of his hands but hes already emptied them. âwasn't I supposed to do it like that?â
you jump up exhausted by his stupidity, looking at the flask and all the chemicals are bubbling up, creating fumes due to the chemical reaction. âno you werenât!â
god, this is gonna be a long friday afternoon. you just want to go home and lay in bed. you turn around, quietly cursing him out in your head and whining to yourself.
âyou already cryinâ?â he teases as he comes up behind you and his hands find your.. waist?! you tense slightly, breath stuck in your throat.
his grip loosens, sliding up your body and then down your arms. ârelax, will ya? Iâm just messing with youâ
he takes off your gloves, then slides his hands up your body again, up to your neck. a rough laugh escapes his throat as the hairs on your neck stand up. finally he stops the tease and just removes the safety glasses from your head, placing them on the table in front of you, like he hasnât just been touching you like that. âweâre done with that shitty experiment, itâs boring either wayâ
exhaling, you finally step away with a sigh, running your hand through your hair. what was that? as you turn around again, heâs already discarded his own gloves and glasses.
he starts unbuttoning his lab coat. shit. you watch him intensely and you have no idea how he can make a simple action like that look so hot. so caught up in your thoughts you donât notice that heâs already taken it off, now standing in front of you with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. âyou look.. distracted. howâs that?â
âuhh..â your mouth drops open but you donât know what you even want to say. shit, youâve been starring. and that way too obvious. you canât help the fact that your bully is attractive, even if he goes on your nerves every second possible. he has that certain charm to himself. heâs basically a womenâs magnet too, flirting with other girls every opportunity possible he gets. well, except with you. youâre just that little nerdy girl he likes to annoy. but the way heâs looking at you right nowâŠ
âcat got your tongue, little nerd?â he laughs. your eyes wide, you can feel your cheeks turn pink and youâd rather remove yourself from the situation than let him tease you any further for that. âuhh- I should go- gotta.. go home!â
as you scurry back towards where your chemistry papers are spread all over the table, you can feel his gaze on you. quickly packing your bag, the room way too quiet, you wonder what gojo is doing because thereâs no way heâs letting that go without at least a little snarky remark. turning back around to face him, you see him studying something at the side of the chem tables, not even focusing on you.
âsatoru..?â your voice finally rings out, calling him by his first name like youâre serious. wondering what the hell it is that got his attention. not answering you, focused on something else, a slight smirk appears on his face as all of a sudden he presses a big red button.
click.
your eyes dart towards where the sound came from - the main exit of the lab. then to satoru.
âoops.. now weâre stuckâ
he canât be serious. âyou got to be kidding me, gojo..â your irritated gaze hits his. but he doesnât seem the slightest bit bothered. he just shrugs, making his way back to you. âguess itâs just us now.. stuck here.. all aloneâ he pronounces those words as if thereâs more behind it than just being locked inside a room with your annoying bully..
you look at him speechless, gulping as he suddenly hovers over you. âyouâre not going anywhere⊠not yetâ he looks down at you, smirking teasingly.
your throat is dry. what does that even mean. you have no idea. but you look up at him with those big eyes that he loves. shit. he canât control himself when you look up at him like that. âyou scared?â he manages to force out with a rough tone. finally giving you a break, waiting for a reply, anything.
you shake your head flustered. scared? no. nervous? 100 %.
finally, you let your bag drop to the floor with a loud thud. you havenât even noticed that youâve been tightly clutching it in your hands for the past minute.
satoru takes that as a sign, over winding the last distance between you two and pressing you against him by your lower back. âwill ya take that off for me now?â he murmurs against your ear but doesnât even give you any time, ripping the buttons of your lab coat open himself and pushing it off your shoulders. the coat falls to the floor and youâre left in your tight skinny jeans and cropped sweater youâve been wearing all day. he doesnât waste any time, hauling you close again by your waist. his warm hands making your skin tingle.
you gasp, crashing against him by the force of his pull and your hands land on his hard chest. damn. you can feel every muscle lining his body through his thin compressed shirt. it doesnât leave much to the imagination and you have a hard time tearing your gaze off now.
âmy eyes are up here, nerdyâ his rough voice rings out in the otherwise quiet room. he emphasizes his statement by slightly grabbing your chin and tilting your face up to look him in the eyes, while his other arm still clutches your waist. keeping you close.
you can feel your cheeks heat up and youâre sure youâre already resembling a tomato. âaww, blushing already?â he teases, making fun of it.
âcareful.. i might put you into positions that are actually worthy to be ashamed ofâ he chuckles but doesnât carry out his threat⊠yet. instead his hand that's still holding you by your chin finds its way into the back of your hair, slightly grabbing it and hauling you forward all of a sudden.
his lips crash onto yours without warning and it doesnât take long for the heat to rush between your legs. you gasp into his mouth. not even sure if that whole thing is a good idea but you just react on instinct, moving your lips against his in rhythm as he is holding you against him by your hair. satoru whoâs been wanting to test the waters first is satisfied. smirking into the kiss he pulls away after achieving what he wanted to.
âgetting weak for me already, little miss nerdy?â flustered and nervous you donât know what to answer to that at all. heâs right but you wouldnât want to admit that. you would be lying to yourself if you said you werenât attracted to him. so when heâs hovering over you, looking down at you with those blue eyes.. you canât help it.
gladly satoru gojo isnât thaat much of a jerk. he doesnât expect an answer when you stay quiet, too nervous to speak. instead he leans back down to connect your lips again. this time though he doesnât hold back.
both his hands trail down your body, cupping your ass as he starts kissing you almost aggressively. you gasp, not expecting that at all and his tongue slips inside your mouth almost in an instinct, tangling with yours. fuck. youâre feeling so hot all of a sudden. flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick. youâre having a hard time keeping up with him and if thatâs not enough, you can feel the way youâre dripping already. pathetic. but you canât help it. you barely get into situations like this anymore. everyone is too focused on the fact that youâre acting like a nerd. no one would assume a girl like you has time for that kinda things, or is even interested in that.
your fingers grip his arms hard, holding on for support. but all you can notice is how good his muscles feel. is there anything about this guy thatâs not hot?!
his hands get rougher too, squeezing your ass in his palms and pulling your hips impossibly closer against his. everythingâs going pretty fast and you could push him away but a part of you wants him to keep going. shit, why not? what would possibly speak against having a bit of fun with the hottest guy in your class? maybe you will regret it, maybe it will make you seem easy but right now you donât care. all that is important are his hands on you.
your thoughts are interrupted as you feel one of his hands trail down further, dipping between your thighs and cupping you there. a whimper escapes your lips between kisses and he chuckles, breaking the kiss for a second. âsensitive, huh?â
âs-shut upâ you mumble out of breath, definitely not looking up at him because youâre too shy for that.
âmhhmn, nah. iâm enjoying this far too much - how flustered you are. and I havenât even startedâ he continues teasing as he looks down at you, but youâve pressed your face against his chest, way too flustered to face him. but he doesnât care and takes your chin into his hand again, making you look up at him. âyouâre cute. you know that? way better than when youâre giving me attitudeâŠâ and that doesn't help you. not at all.
looking up at him, you are forced to get used to the intense eye contact. he seems to really enjoy this, watching every single of your expressions until he leans up to your ear. ânow.. tell me. do you want me to go on?â he whispers, his hand that is still nestled between your thighs starts to press against you, rubbing the fabric of where you want it most. you grip his shirt for support this time. not able to stop the gasp that escapes your lips. âso what is it, baby?â
the hairs on your neck rise by that nickname he uses and your legs press together. finally, you manage to rasp out the reply heâs been hoping for. âplease- satoru⊠go onâ
âgood girl. thatâs what I like to hear..â you canât see his face but you can hear the way he smirks in his voice. â..you know. you should get a treat for being so braveâ he chuckles, removing his hand from between your legs. you whimper at the loss of his feel against you but the next second heâs fidgeting with your jeans button, popping it open and pulling down the zipper.
heâs walking you backwards now, till your back hits one of the lab tables and heâs cornering you between it and him. not even a second later, his hand slips inside your jeans, coming down to find your soaked pantie. and at this point soaked is an absolute understatement. his middle finger finds it way between your clothed folds and a quiet laugh escapes him as you shiver. your eyes fly up irritated but heâs already opening his mouth.
âso wet for me already?â god that is so embarrassing. you are looking away, but he grabs your chin again. ânah-ah. donât be embarrassedâ he continues âthatâs so damn hot. youâre so wet for me, I could spread you open with my dick right now, tell me would you like that?â
fuck. his words turn you on more than they should. you havenât gotten any dick in months after all and it probably wouldnât do any good to go in without any preparation.
no time to think any more, he groans. visibly turned on as well by that thought. already thinking about how good you will look spread around his cock.
pulling out his fingers from your jeans, he yanks them down already and grabs you by the hips. hard. âturn around for me then, pretty thing, will ya?â
your breath hitches and eyes widen, no time to react. he spins you around by your hips already and bends you over the table, which he had pressed you against before. you gasp loudly, body hitting the cold table. âsatoru-â
âshh, be good for me and shut your little mouth, yea?â satoru interrupts whatever you were gonna say, pulling down your panties with that as well. when the cold air hits your bare skin, you shiver and press your legs together slightly, earning another chuckle from him.
âyouâre so fucking good for me. so pretty, bent over on that table, all for me.â that doesnât help and your clenching your legs together further, feeling your walls clench around nothing as youâre standing in front of satoru exposed. youâre feeling his gaze burning into you from behind and it doesnât do any good that youâre already dripping into your pantie, which he had just pulled down. thatâs how turned on you are. it seems to catch his attention as well as he inhales sharply, now finally giving a sign of life. âshit, youâre really that turned on without me even having to touch you there?â
itâs quiet for a second, until.. slap.
you cry out in pleasure, your knees almost collapse and you need to hold on to the edge of the table. fuck. satoru just slapped your bare cunt, not hard but enough to make the heat down there double up. if thatâs even possible with how turned on you already are.
with a satisfied smirk he drops his hand down there again but not to slap you, no. his hand comes up to cup your wet folds, sliding two fingers between your lips and rubbing you. you canât help but shiver under his touch and press out a desperate moan.
âyou like that, huh?â he hisses, aggressively, as he thrusts two fingers up inside of you. finally filling out your aching walls. but itâs not enough. youâre so wet you can barely feel anything. you want, no - need more.
shivering under his touch, moaning his name, you finally get the courage to speak up. âsatoru- âneed moreâ you rasp out but itâs more of a whimper.
âyeah? shit, Iâve been waiting for you to say that.â satoru groans and pulls out his fingers again. he unbuckles his belt in a rush and undoes his pants, sliding them down as far as needed. his bulge has been pressing against the inside of his pants for a while already, happy to finally be freed.
he grabs the shaft of his thick length, finally guiding it against your folds, not pushing in yet but rolling his hips against you once. twice. his dick now coated in your wetness, he lines up at your entrance, already feeling the way you shiver from just that.
he inhales harshly, not waiting any longer. finally he pushes in with a deep thrust, groaning loud. âfuuuck, baby-â
âsatoru- hah!â a loud moan rips from your throat and it pushes his ego. he pulls out completely, then slams into you again. hard. youâre seeing stars. feeling his cock already hit that spot inside of you and you almost collapse right then and there. satoru pushes you on to the table further until your legs slightly dangle in the air and you donât need to hold yourself up. he keeps pushing in and pulling out in a punishing rhythm. his hands grab your hips hard and he keeps slamming you onto him with every thrust. every thrust of his is accompanied by his deep grunts and your desperate moans. itâs so loud, for once youâre glad that itâs a friday afternoon.
âyou gonna be a good girl.. mhhn- and moan my name, yea?â his request is followed up by a hard slap on your butt.
âsatoru-! please-â you moan out loud, not able to form any further words. youâre ruined.
satoru keeps on pounding into you hard, making you turn into a moaning mess for him. not only are you, but also is your pussy, milking him hard with squelching sounds.
you can feel your orgasm building and your walls clench around satoru's dick whose thrusts are turning messy too.
âshit, you gonna come for me? all over my dick?â and that's the last push you needed. youâre moaning loudly, clenching hard around satoru and finally you come all over his dick. without even touching yourself.
satoru groans loudly, riding your orgasm out with some more hard thrusts. then he pulls out, stroking his cock and busts his cum all over your ass, breathing hard.
you slump over the table, gasping for air as your lungs work overtime. satoru grabs some nearby paper towels, cleaning himself up and tugging everything back into place.
finished and fully clothed, he tosses you the roll with a smirk and then turns his attention to one of the buttons at the side of the table again. click. the door of the chem lab opens back up and heâs the first one striding towards it, turning around to look back at you.
âclean yourself up, nerdy. wouldnât want anyone to see you like thatâ he winks at you and then leaves. letting you lay there all fucked up, literally.
the door shuts behind him as he leaves and you need to watch with wide eyes.
god. you hate this asshole.
what you donât know, of course, is that he is actually standing in front of the door, blocking it for anyone who would've wanted to come in.
when youâre fully cleaned up and back in your clothes, you step out of the room and the hall is empty.
asshole. he really left you like that for anyone to see.
â€ïž katsuki building his gf's vanity & getting frustrated,,
(bf!katsuki x hyperfem!midsize!f!reader)
"It doesn't look like the photo, Kats..." you whined, flicking through the manual that was supposed to tell your boyfriend how to successfully build your new vanity; it was supposed to be a large, heavy-duty pink vanity with spacious drawers, easy-to-clean surfaces, and a gorgeous, huge heart-shaped mirror that fit atop it. You even had ordered the perfect little swivel poof stool to sit on when you did your makeup and hair in front of it!
But your poor boyfriend, shirtless, just in his gym shorts as he struggled to find where Piece A2 was so he could hammer it into Log 12, was having some trouble with making your dream vanity come to life...
"That's because it's not finished yet," he hissed, voice strained as he dug around the various plastic bags and parts lying around him in the floor of your bedroom.
He was having a hard time being patient. He agreed a long time to build your vanity because he didn't want you getting hurt, and because you had a track record of building stuff that turned out okay but still had some flaws that wouldn't have existed if he'd just built the thing for you. All day long he'd been in an out of your room, moving your old wooden vanity outside when one of his friends could come to pick it up so that their little sister could have it instead, cleaning up the dust in the old vanity's spot, and now having a near crisis trying to build the new oneâhe might've been close to making a hole in your wall, which he knew wouldn't roll over well with you.
His sweet girlfriend. You'd sat on your bed to watch him and followed him around all day, wearing that cute pink oversized sweater and those floral-pattern stockings, kissing him when he accomplished something, making lunch, and fetching him whatever he needed...
Shit, he can't disappoint you.
"'Kay, but I think this one piece is in the wrong placeâ"
Katsuki tossed the Allen wrench he had cursed a million times down on the floor, then shoved the vanity's unassembled leg away from him. "Fuck! What kind of shit is this? Why can't they make this simpler? It doesn't have to be thirty different fucking parts!"
You didn't sit up from your bed, still absently flipping through the manual and photos of the finished product. Katsuki understood damn well what you would do if he threw a tantrum or directed his anger at you, or, worse, used his explosion quirk in the house.
"And I don't need you to tell me that something's in the wrong place," he muttered, sneering at the floor. "I know it isn't right."
Almost dreamily, your feet hit the floor as you slid out of your bed, abandoning your stuffed animals and warm blankets with the Hello Kitty crew on them. And calmly, you laid out the manual beside yourself as you sat in the floor. Katsuki watched you with a twinge of disappointment.
"All right. You can go, Kats. Thank you. I appreciate everything you've already done, so you can get some rest. I'll order dinner later, yeah?"
His knuckles whitened as his hands bunched up into fists. One second you were on the floor, taking inventory of what was before you, the next you were lifted off the floor and letting out a small squeal.
"There's no way in hell you're taking my job." Katsuki huffed as he tossed you back on the bed without careâthough not without kissing your smug little face. His hand squeezed the plush your stomach for a moment, then he went back to the makeshift work site in the floor of your bedroom. "Sorry for gettin' mad or whatever, but don't make me fucking laugh by trying to build this thing."
Werewolf bf was the biggest tease you had ever met. From your very first date with him to over a year later now you have never met a bigger tease than this wolfman.
It started on your first date, the two of you standing in front of your door at the end of night. Werewolf bf towers over you, âsaying goodbyeâ, his fangs grazing along the curve of your neck. You gasp, hands gripping his jacket as you bare your neck for him. Waiting with bated breath, not knowing what to expect yet wanting anything heâll give you.
A clawed finger taps near your pulse point and you shiver, leaning into him. âSomeday and someday soon, Iâm gonna sink my teeth into your tender flesh and finally claim you as mine,â Werewolf bf growls, his dark gaze on your neck and imagining his mark branded into that pretty skin of yours.
Having waited through months and months of being friends and weeks of talking about being more his patience was hanging by a thread. And so was yours. But he wanted to do this right. He wouldnât fuck things up with you.
âSo do it,â you moan, your pussy doing more of the talking than your head at the moment. Luckily Werewolf bf only chuckles and nips playfully at the skin, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.
âNot yet.â Is all he said before kissing you sweetly and wishing you a goodnight.
The next time was during your first time together. Like the gentleman he is he waited till after the third date rule and beyond that, only making his move when you showed you were ready. Of course you had been more than ready after the first but he really made you think about it. What it would mean to both of you to take that step when he was planning for a forever and not something rushed.
You mewl, long and loud as he ruts into you like the feeling of your pussy finally gripping his shaft has sent him into a feral spiral. The headboard slams against the wall with every stroke, leaving cracked plaster in its wake. But heâd destroy is entire house if it means making you cum on his cock.
Heâs been reduced to nothing more than a growling beast, drunk off your pussy that milked him so desperately. It takes everything he has not to knot you right there and now. But the first time for that deserves something even more special. Every milestone with you worth something to celebrate.
Eager to reach deeper and deeper inside of you his claws grip your plush thighs and hike them up over his shoulders, opening you up so he can start picking up pace.
Your pussy opens up like a flower and you can feel him stretching out your walls, molding them to shape of his dick. Never letting you forget just who owns your sweet heat now and who gets you feeling like this.
It answers to his every stroke, responding to his every moment as he stimulates your nerves and drives you almost as wild as him with lust. The sensation has him keeling over, his snout nuzzling into the curve of your neck. Burying himself in your warmth in any way he can. Needing to get closer, to feel more of you.
Thatâs when a wicked idea pierces his mind. Drool pools in his mouth and his fangs ache to finally sink inside your throat. Thereâs no closer way he could get than that. But would it be enough? No, nothing could ever be enough when you feel this perfect.
Almost as if you can read his mind you whimper, hips jerking up weakly after heâs pounded you into a puddle of mush on the bed. Then you bare your neck to him in submission like you were begging for more, begging for everything. He wants to give it to you, everything you ask.
Yet seeing how needy you are for it has his playful instincts flaring to life. A small smirk creeps up on his face and his thrusts even begin to slow. You immediately whine in protest, your arms too weak to do anything but grip and yank at the sheets. Babbles of complaints fall past your lips that he cant help but chuckle at.
âNot⊠yet,â he says breathlessly, forcing the words out no matter how much they pain him to say.
When youâve both calmed down a few hours later he does get a very stern scolding from you about teasing and playing games. You get the strange feeling heâs not really listening and instead just staring at you with amusement and stars in his eyes.
His love of you or of driving you to the brink of insanity (in more way than one) so clear that it just makes you fume with anger, on the verge of a full blown explosion.
Youâll get him back. In some way. Deciding now that itâs the only way. You will. No matter what you have to do youâll give him a taste of his own medicine. This time itâll be your turn to tease and edge him. Then maybe heâll finally start taking you and your wants seriously. Patience was a term youâve long since forgotten and youâre ready to play ball now.
And you had just the plan to do it.
It was a fool proof plan honestly. Luring Werewolf Bf in under the guise of having a little smutty surprise for him. Something he was always up for. But what he didnât expect was for you to suddenly pounce on him and wrangle him onto the bed. Slipping a few werewolf certified chains around his wrists and ankles to tie him to the bed.
At least the shocked look on his face had given you enough of that impression. Then it was finally your moment. The ultimate payback. Giving him exactly what heâs deserved.
You use him. In the most primal of senses. Probably in a way your bf wouldâve respected in other situation.
Riding his cock you bring yourself to orgasm after orgasm, demanding he count every one that he ever denied you. After a bit of resistance he did. Yet you could see his expression grow darker, more feral, with each number that slipped past his lips.
Though you were far too busy to notice. Even if you did you donât think youâd care. Far too drunk off his dick to think about the future consequences of your actions. Every inch of your body was buzzing with explosive pleasure. Mind nothing but a sweet fog that pulsed waves of sensation throughout your form.
As if you could ground yourself in him. The scratching of your nails down his chest as he thrashed and snarled beneath you, demanding back control did nothing but turn you on and drive you to ride him harder. All while denying him his own release like he had yours.
âBabygirl⊠thatâs enough,â he growled, yanking against the chains. His eyes flashed as you merely giggled. âLet me go right now and I promise I wonât go hard on you. Much.â
But you were so so close. That specific heat that burned within you lit up, signaling your release. Just one more and then youâll have mercy.
So instead of slowing down, of stopping entirely, you sped up. Your boyfriend snapped his jaws at you, basically foaming at the mouth. His claws dug into the chains, having been working them over as hard as heâs worked you this whole time. As close to breaking them as you are to cum.
âYou have until the count of three. Then all bets are off fâyou,â he warned in a low rumble, eyeing dangerously the place where your bodies meet with each wet plap, plap, plap.
You sped up a little more, determined to cum on his cock again. The low âone⊠two⊠threââ only made you more desperate. But before you knew it he was saying the final number and the snapping of chains overwhelmed the moans that left you.
For a moment the both of you just paused. Then a slow smirk spread across his lips.
âRun.â
Your body moved before your brain could even catch up to what was going on. You scrambled off of him and started running, maybe for your life. This was a game and you knew heâd catch you and really give it to you now. But it also sent shocks down your arms and fueled you to go faster, to play into it. Making him go a little more crazy than he already was.
Of course you didnât get very far. You were only a human while he was a whole werewolf. You only got out to the backyard when you felt it. The feeling of his claws pricking at your shoulders a moment before you both tumbled down.
Werewolf bf caught your fall and the two of you rolled through the grass. Your screams echoed through the night as you felt his cock slide back into your wet cunt with ease. It was so dark out you could see anything.
So all you could do was feel every drag of his throbbing cock along your walls. The way he stretches you and grinds his length in as deep as he can go. The friction explosive and undeniably euphoric.
âYou just had to play around, didnât you? Mess up all my plans, make me desperate,â he snarls and you jolt at the sudden sound of his voice.
But his claws dig into your plush waist, marking you and slamming you back down his cock as if youâre trying to escape.
âYouâre finally gonna get everything you want, baby,â he purrs right in your ear, bringing back that knot in your belly so close to bursting.
It only took a few more thrusts to throw you over that peak. When you felt his knot poke and nudge at your entrance it completely undid you. With a roar he slams it in just as you climax around him, your cries heard probably throughout the entire neighborhood. Maybe the whole city at the way you scream and buck into the grinding of his dick and knot.
Werewolf Bf works you through it, holding out for as long as he can until he cums right after you. His entire frame covers yours and at the moment his knot expands, locking you two together as he starts to cum, his teeth sink into your flesh. Marking you as his. Permanently.
The two of you rock into each other like youâve both gone completely mental. It isnât until your orgasms have ebbed away and the night air is quiet does a bit of clarity come back to you. The only sounds are your heavy breathing which still manages to stir a little something up inside of you.
âNow thereâs really no escape,â he says breathlessly and your poor swollen pussy pulses in response. Already ready to make good on that promise.
So the is is dream anon again! And I realised what if Viltrumite Mark accidentally has pet owner moments with his feral human?
âWhatâs in your mouth? WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH?!â
Dumb but I was cackling
all marks have pet owner moments, or they are a pet owner. viltrumite mark doesnât outright say youâre his pet, but in his mind youâre something similar. the âwhatâs in your mouth?â is frying me i know heâll be so worried about certain alien foods that can kill you. mark is extremely sensitive to you just eating whatever meals he eats, he knows his stomach can handle the transition, but mark wants to make sure you take baby steps.
i wouldnât be at all surprised if you tried what seemed like a strawberry and mark starts silently freaking out, staring at you. every hallway you walk down heâs right behind you, or heâll try to accompany you in the bathroom. mark doesnât know what personal space is anymore, youâre his now and he wants to protect what he owns.
warnings: slightly suggestive content but other than that literally nothing, mentions of blood and injuries
word count: 1.1k
a/n: this came to me in a vision, anyway⊠iâm sharing it with you⊠i need this loser so bad, those new ddba s3 pics of him have sent my mind into a frenzy. freak4freak
you were lounging on the bed, your skin still faintly damp from the shower. tiny beads of water clung to the nape of your neck where the spray had brushed against you.
your skin faintly smelled of that new shampoo and body lotion you had tried â the memory of dex wrapping his arms around you and inhaling your scent still freshly engraved in your mind.
âdex,â you had giggled as he all but squeezed you to himself, holding you so tight it felt like he was trying to blend your body into his own.
you raised your hands to his shoulders. he was still clad in his bullseye suit â the dark blue material feeling strangely artificial under your palms.
he smelled of sweat and dust, and you swore youâd noticed a speck of blood somewhere on him when he first came inside, though it was gone now. ever since the two of you had started dating seriously, youâd noticed he always cleaned himself up after coming back from⊠work. if you could even call what he did work.
he no longer came home covered in grime and someone elseâs coppery, crimson blood. he knew you always worried it was his, even if most of the time it wasnât.
but still, the heavy suit trapped his body heat, and the sweat that came with the adrenaline couldn't be helped.
âwhat is it?â he grumbled, noticing the way you knit your brows and tried to pull away from his grip. not that the iron embrace he had on your hips would have let you move anyway.
âyou smell,â you pointed out, suppressing a laugh at his instantly irritated expression.
all he wanted to do was hold you and kiss you stupid after another successful mission, and here you were â complaining about something he couldnât control.
âwhat do you want me to do?â he muttered, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck like a clingy animal. â's not my fault.â
âbenjamin,â you warned, cradling his head as he all but whined. here he wasâ a grown man, an infamous vigilante who had people shaking in their boots at the mere mention of his nameâwhining in your arms like a child. âi love you. but please, for the love of god, go shower.â
he sighed, knowing those three words were the exact key he could never resist. he melted every single time you said it, whether it was the first or the hundredth time.
and you were right⊠he did kind of stink.
so that was how you ended up laying on your bed in nothing but a t-shirt, waiting for him to finish. all the dirt and soot and gore of his day washing down the drain with the hot water.
the door creaked on its hinges as he stepped out, a slight mist rolling out behind him. his blonde hair was damp and ruffled where the water had undone his styling, and he had nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips.
you subconsciously bit your lip at the sight, your breathing stuttering at his appearance. you felt your pupils dilating as your thighs involuntarily squeezed together.
he didn't seem to notice your staring at first, intent on grabbing a shirt and a clean pair of boxers from the dresser.
you admired the hard strain of his back muscles, the perfectly sculpted slope of his shoulders and abs as he turned around, grumbling softly as he sifted through his clothes.
you scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, getting closer to where he stood. up close, he looked even more dangerous, even more gorgeous.
âyouâre staring,â he pointed out, and you could hear the smug smirk in his voice.
âis it a crime for a woman to admire her boyfriendâs stunning physique?â
âstunning?â he turned around sharply, a little breathless from the massive grin spreading across his face.
he was still only sporting that towel loosely draped over his hips⊠if it slipped just a fractionâŠ
âyeah,â you breathed, standing up. your fingers traced over the ridges of his abs, feeling the intense heat radiating from his skin. he tensed instantly under your touch. âstunning.â
you didnât notice the way dex looked at you with a sudden, dark hunger â you were too caught up in admiring him.
it was one thing for him to worship you all the time, constantly repeating how much he loved you, how obsessed he was.
but it was a completely different beast when you were the one doing it, showing your raw devotion to him openly.
it did something lethal to his brain, cracking open his fragile skull and making his spine tingle right where the scar from his injury lay.
your lips parted as a quiet giggle involuntarily escaped you.
âwhat is it?â he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he suppressed the urge to shove you onto the mattress and kiss you senseless.
âyouâre just soâŠâ your brain searched for the right word. âlarge. like⊠in a really good way. itâs hot.â
his mind completely short-circuited at that, your words echoing through his skull like a broken, beautiful record player.
âi like how,â your hands dragged up to his shoulders, âhow wide your shoulders are. your chest is so broad⊠your arms, your abs. your belly.â you spoke of him like he was the most precious thing on earth. like his body was a shrine you were destined to worship. him. âyour thighs.â
him, who others feared or viewed as nothing but a monster. a murderer. a tool simply utilizable before discarding. but you⊠you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.
âyouâve been eating more,â you noted matter-of-factly. but before his deep rooted insecurity could surface, you cut it off. âi like that. i like you. i like how youâreâŠâ
you grabbed his hands, pulling his massive frame closer to yours. he made a low, wrecked noise in the back of his throat, every ounce of his self-restraint faltering by the second.
âi like how you have enough muscle for the both of us,â you finally whispered, looking up into his eyes.
and all you found there was purely unfiltered love, adoration, and burning lust.
it made your heart skip a beat. your dex, looking down at you like you were the center of his universe. because to him, you absolutely were.
âyou canât just say shit like that to meâŠâ he whispered, his large hand coming up to cup your cheek. âand expect me to act normal.â
âi never said i wanted you to be,â you shot back, and dex was immediately reminded exactly why you were his.
âshow me dexâŠâ you whispered, slipping your fingers between your bodies and carefully undoing the knot holding together the towel. âshow me everything you want to do to me.â
you could feel the groan vibrating through his chest as all self-restraint perished and he pushed you towards the bed.
I donât like how chubby y/n has to get bullied for being big before the love interest saves her and tells her not to hate themselves in fanfics. Why canât she just be big and like herself and have friends and shit? Free the beautiful big girls that request it too. đ
a common misunderstanding | benjamin poindexter x reader
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: You come home early to accidently discover something new about your boyfriend.
Author's note: when i saw this gif i was like ohhhh okay i need to open a word doc right this moment! content tags are smut, descriptions of violence and weapons, reader uses she/her pronouns, manipulative bad man!!!! i will tag dubcon for this reason because he manipulates reader but also reader is deranged and matches freak 4 freak, cannon divergence, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names, creampie, no physical description of reader, hardly proofread... thank you for reading i hope you like it
Dex lines up the scope, training it on the apartment building across the street. This window had a perfect viewpoint into where the copy cat was hiding. It also happened to be your bedroom window. He might have been a little reckless, staking out in his girlfriend's bedroom, but you were out of town for the weekend. He would have everything would be cleaned up by the time you got back. And besides, he really needed to eliminate this copy cat. He hums to himself as he adjusts the tripod of the sniper, but suddenly a prickle starts in the back of his neck. As soon as he registers that something wasnât right, the bedroom light flicks on. This was not the plan. You weren't supposed to be back for another day, but here you stand stand in the doorway. Your face is momentarily frozen in time with a look of pure shock, with your finger still on the light switch. A strangled yelp escapes you as you drop your bag, and turn on your heel fleeing as quickly as you appeared.Â
âAh fuckâ he mutters under his breath. He gives one last glance at the window, wistfully imagining driving a knife right through the copy catâs eye, groaning as he stands up, and brushes off his suit. Your fingers fumble with the front door and chain lock, that you always locked when you entered your apartment, but now curse yourself for it. "There is a fucking intruder in my apartment this cannot be happening" loops in your head over and over.
Finally, your trembling hands open your front door, and you had only breached the front hallway when a hand is clamping down on your mouth. The intruderâs arm is reaching around your middle with such force that your feet comically fly out from under you. âWhoa, not so fast" soothing voice chides next to your face. The voice sounds like your boyfriendâs, but no, this is a psycho murderer assassin, with his tactical garb and sniper set up in your bedroom. With all of your might, you wriggle under his grasp, but he keeps talking, the voice becoming less foreign with each word. âSweetheart, itâs just me. Itâs Dex. Youâre alrightâ He keeps repeating, muffled though the blue ski mask covering everything but his eyes.
He calmly steps backwards into the threshold of your apartment, kicking the door shut. Only then does he remove his hand from your mouth, and use it to pull off his mask. Sure enough, itâs your boyfriend Dex, not a strange man in your apartment. And heâs beaming down at you like this is the most normal thing in the world. His mouth tugs up in a lighthearted way that you had seen countless times before. Your heart tries to flip, the way it usually does, but now your heart feels like itâs in your throat. Your whole body trembles as you feel sheathed knives slung across his body digging into your back.Â
âCan I let go of you now? Or are you gonna try to run again?â He asks.
You choke out fragments of words âI donât-. Wha-?â Fear and confusion mix in your veins. Your mind feels detached from your mouth, so all the questions swirling around cannot be articulated out loud, even though you desperately want to scream them.Â
He hushes you. âItâs alright, baby. Donât be scared.â The iron grip around your middle tightens even more, as he peppers quick kisses down the side of your face. âSee? Itâs just me.â The familiar smell of your boyfriend has reached your nostrils, further confusing your brain. âYou came back early to see me? You missed me, huh?â His words and affections are having the same effect as usual. Your racing heart still isn't calming - usually your boyfriend makes your heart race, but now it feels like it actually might beat out of your body. Your low belly ignites as he pulls your arse against his body, the protrusion of his cock digging into your backside. He nudges your head to the side, so he can access your mouth. âGimme a kiss?â He asks close enough that his lips are already brushing yours, but heâs waiting on you to fully close the gap.Â
âI donât know..â you trail off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. You donât know whatâs going on, why he is dressed like an assassin, or why youâre so turned on. Your center feels like it's pulsing, aching and competing with your survival instincts to see which will dominate your thoughts.
His eyes bore into yours, crinkling at the edges âItâs still me. Still your Dexieâ He uses the nickname that you use sometimes and he hates. âAnd I missed you too by the way. Feel how much I missed you?â Another grind into you, brings sensation of his hardening cock and a holstered weapon prodding you.
You raise up on your toes to meet your mouth against his, and he instantly melts. You feel his body weight slump with relief into your back. You open your lips so you can slot wet teeth and tongue - an action that feels familiar with your boyfriend even though the circumstances are anything but.
The clink of a belt unbuckling pulls you out of your thoughts. âDex, what are you doing?â the words rush out of you, sounding nervous and eager in your own ears.
âJust reminding you.â He hastily hikes your dress up and pulls your arse up so he can wedge his heavy cock underneath you, dragging it across your entrance. "Reminding you that I'm not gonna hurt ya" With each brush across your wet folds, his words sound a little more slurred. âSweetheart youâre soaked. Ya missed me so much, huh?â A finger hooks your panties, now thoroughly soaked in both of your arousal, off and onto the floor. He leans into you, bracketing your head with his arms on either side, and presses the tip of his cock inside you with a pained groan.
âMoremoremore" the plea flies out of your mouth automatically, embarrassingly fast. You bend to his mercy as he leans his body weight into yours. And he's so heavy that it's hard to keep standing, but feels overwhelming and invasive and perfect all at the same time. He presses his cock in, inch by inch, until finally there is none left to give. He's fully sheathed inside and the stretch is sending you clawing at your door. He wraps a protective arm around your middle again to hold you secure. Heâs so big, holding you so tight, enveloping every one of your senses until all you feel is him. He finds a rhythm of gentle, easy thrusts, savoring every ridge of your wet, silken walls.
"I know, baby, I know" he mumbles into your face, and the scrape of stubble on your cheek pulls you back into your body. You hadn't realized you had been whimpering with each languid thrust. "You're so close" he soothes. A callused hand reaches under your dress to find your aching clit. His motions are picking up to become desperate snaps of his hips, plunging his cock at a new angle that makes you see stars. Energy shoots down to your feet standing on tiptoe as Dex circles your clit the final few times. Waves of orgasm rack your body, shuddering with pleasure. Your cunt flutters around his cock, your stomach muscles involuntarily clenching, and he chases his own orgasm with a final few thrusts. "Oh fuck sweetheart" he pleas, and soon after you feel spend filling you practically up into your stomach. He pants into your shoulder as his cock twitches and pulses inside of you - and now you're certain that you can barely hold against his body weight any longer. He senses your struggling underneath him, and pulls out of you with a hiss, standing you upright again and fixing your dress back over your arse.
"You do look really pretty. And I did miss you, really." He says. Then, groans as his knees pop when he picks up your panties off the floor and places them in your outstretched hand.
"I really did miss you too. And I like your..." Your eyes rake over his body - tactical blue fabric hugging every curve of muscle, rows of knives sheathed on each hip- as you search for the word. "Outfit?" You had a million questions for your boyfriend to answer, but damned if he didn't look good doing it.
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jason was just trying to get to bed.
he got out of the shower, shirtless and sweatpants sitting low on his waist. the towel was wrapped over his shoulders, his hair damp but trying to dry. his frame was getting your attention even when it didn't mean to.
you were on the bed in nothing but one of jason's shirts and nothing on the bottom, no underwear or no panties. you watched with a sharp gaze as jason walked around the bedroom, his steps soft. his figure never failed to turn you on, make your cunt so wet; his biceps that were too big for their own good, scars on his chest and jaw that became your favorite places to kiss over the years, his hair so perfectly sitting on his head with the white strands curling in front... he was too damn irresistible.
no wonder you had kids with this bastard.
he was muttering about how your teenage son was getting too big for his own good.
"hun, he's getting fuckin' huge. i wasn't his size when i was sixteen." he tells you, picking up something off the floor and putting it on your dresser.
you shrug, rubbing your thigh right above the end of the stolen shirt you wore. "jay, of course he's going to be big... he's your son anyway." you try to reason with himâ telling jason todd that he was a big man isn't even a shocking thing to say... but you had a little idea in your mind.
jason rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "i am not that big, honey." he tries to argue with you, grabbing the towel on his shoulder to rub the water that's trying to drip down his forearm.
there you go. that's your entry. you smirk, and with no issue, your words left your mouth. "you're right about that..." you began, rubbing an itch behind your ear. "with your dick not being that big anyway..."
he stops his towel's movements; he looks at you like you just smacked him. his spine straightens, his eyebrows furrowing. no way you, of all people, just told him that. "what did you say, baby?" he questions you, his voice low enough that you could barely hear it, but the tone is what makes you not ignore him.
you shrug, watching him walk over to you on your side of the bed. "you heard me; your dick is not that big." you double down on your stanceâ which wasn't even true because that same dick was the same one that stretched you out like crazy.
jason doesnât even give you a damn moment to speak or explain yourself.
he drops the towel to the bedroom floor, and before you could blink, he grabs your hips, shoving you face down onto the mattress. your face first in the pillows, hand immediately shooting to the sheets as your ass is put in the air. his hands are rough against your hips, shoving your shirt up and revealing your bareness to him. he gets on the bed, knees dipping into the bed and changing the weight.
"you really want to try that with me and have no underwear on?" he asks you, dragging his cock out of his pants and lining up the blunt head of his thick dick against your folds, slow and taunting to you. "you've carried my children, you've begged for this cock this morning and i gave it to you three times this week and it's barely wednesday... and now you're saying my dick isn't that big. say that shit again, do it."
you look up at him, whining as his tip gets sucked into your cunt so easily. you try to speak, you really do, but a moan suppresses that, a moan that was too loud for it's own good.
he laughs at your futile, downright pathetic attempt at speaking, his left hand holding his cock as his right hand presses down on your lower back and forces you to arch. "good, that's what I thought... now take it like a good girl."
then, he slams into you with no issue whatsoever, pushing into you with one slick thrust. your walls instantly open up to him, knocking the air out of your lungs in a breathtaking thrust.
his hands are enormous on your hips, his rough palms and fingers pressing bruises onto your hips as he pounds into your cunt, relentless and precise. each thrust rocks the bedframe against the wall, making the headboard groan and the bedframe creak.
all you can do is moan, your tone whiney. you can't get a damn word out, all that comes out is an incoherent sound, your messy little whimpers make jason's grip tighten and him grumble out a groan.
"not that big, huh?" he growls, pounding into you so damn hard that the wet sounds between your cunt and his cock sound pornographic. "funny, sweetheart, 'cause this 'not-that-big' dick had you screaming for more last night..."
your vision blurs, eyes rolling back as your hand shoots from the mattress up to the bedframe, fingers trying to get a good grip on the wood. "jason! o-ohâ ngh! jay!"
"oh, so you're nice now?" his right hand moves up and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up just enough to see your face, the arch in your back so damn sinful as your ass jiggles with each thrust. "just a minute ago you had all that mouth..."
moaning at feeling his fingers yanking on your hair, you nod your head, mouth too full with moans.
he grunts under his breath, voice dripping with a smug heat that makes your pussy flutter. "you carry my kids, you cum on my cock every night, you take every damn inch i give you, and somehow you still decide to run your mouth." your body jolts with each one of the snaps of his hips. "i'm starting to think you want me to break you..."
legs shaking violently, your chest heaving and your eyes rolling back, you can't help but nod your head at his words. "y-yes, jason, pleaseâ oh fuck! ru- ruin me..."
"oh that's it." he whispers in your ear, licking the back of it. "you just wanna be fucked so stupid by the daddy of your kids, by your husband. you want this pussy fucked?"
"fuck! ye-yes jason, fuck me. fuck me, 's-so good." you cry out, nails digging deeper into the headboard. his right hand stays in your hair while his left hand cups one of your asscheeks.
"that's it." he growls, rutting into you. his left hand lifts up and cracks against your asscheek, smacking it as the sound echos through the bedroom, mixing in with the bedframe creaking and the moans. "since you're so damn convinced i'm not that big, i think this pussy won't mind if i go just a little deeper, huh?"
he angles his hips a certain way, and with the same speed and same ferocity, he hits direclty on your g-spot, making you see stars and getting you so damn close.
"oh fuck! ja-jay! right there! oh right t-there!" you babble, feeling his hand smack your ass again before sliding down on your body.
his hand goes in between your thighs, thick fingers finding your clit and pressing down on it, rubbing circles in it mercilessly, his hand on your cunt keeping in speed with his thrusts.
"come on, mama." he murmurs, knowing what the pet name does to you, he used it to rile you on, especially in that low tone of his. "give it to me, cum on my cock, i know you want it."
and without needing any more, your orgasm slams into you so damn hard you scream into the mattress and your legs giving out completely. your body trembles violently as you sob out his name, cumming all over his cock and your vision whitening out.
jason grunts, feeling your cunt clench harshly down on his cock as he reaches his own orgasm, spilling deep inside of your folds with a groan, white painting your walls.
his right hand loosens in your hair, going to your shoulders and massaging them as you come down from your high, and the feeling in his sticky cum being shot into your cunt, his soft grinds from overstimulation slowing down and bringing you back down to reality.
"there you go... come back to me, hun..." he encourages, leaning down and pressing a kiss onto your cheek. still buried deep inside of you, he can't help but whisper next to your face. "not that big, my ass."
you move your head to the side to look into his eyes and press a kiss onto the scar on his cheek. "shush, big guy..."
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OlderBF!Toji got sick of his bratty young ho girlfriend poking fun at him for being older, knowing damn well he can fuck the attitude right outta her if he wanted to.
w/c: 1.2k âźâË Masterlist
đŁČContent Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) implied marathon, overstimulation, breeding, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head (barely), creampie, headlocks, dacryphilia, improper use of Heavenly Restriction(a lil), toji being mean but then being sweet again :3
Don't get it twisted,Â
Sex with Toji was goodâReeeeaaallly good. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it would've been like to fuck him when he was younger, to have your beast of a man drill you with the kind of fervor that only comes from guys your ageâor so you thought.Â
He was used to your antics, teasing the loud grunt heâd make when getting out of bed in the morning, how he couldnât figure out how to pair his shitty old phone to the Bluetooth in his car, even his choice in emojis and TV shows. He always gave you the same reactions, shooting you a deadly glare, ruffling your hair or even landing a hard smack! to whichever ass cheek of yours is nearest.
But what he didnât expect, was for you to bring the teasing into the bedroom.Â
He was grinding into you slow and deep, savouring the friction of each vein and ridge rubbing against your warm insides. You ground your hips back into him, shooting him a shit eating grin before hitting him with a quip youâd come to regret.
âHarder Ji, Câmon show me what that Heavenly Restriction can do,âÂ
He chuckled deep, snapping his hips just a smidge harder, nudging his tip deeper into your cunt. âCareful what you wish for,â Another loud plap! of his pelvis smacked against your ass.Â
âMmm, I get it,â you startedÂ
âWorried you gonna fracture your hip?âÂ
You watched his face drop, a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.
âIâm gonna give you one last chance 'cause I really donât think yâknow what youâre gettinâ yourself into, girlie.âÂ
You had him right where you wanted him, now for the last little push-
 âIs that so, old man?â
"Aww baby, c'monâhaahâjus' one more hm? Can you do that f'me pretty girl? Just one more?"Â
You couldn't tell how long it had been. After round three he flipped you onto your back, sometime around round six you almost slipped off the bed entirely. At this point, you had changed positions so many times you began to wonder how much longer until you'd pass out from exhaustionâstruggling to keep up with his seemingly infinite libido.
"Nghât-Toj, s'too much," you mewled, eyes bleary from depletion as you grasped desperately at the sheets. One more he said, a plea adorned with praise and flattery in an attempt to ease you into your next inevitable orgasm.Â
Your face was buried in his pillows, the scent of cigarettes and cologne overwhelming your senses as tears and drool soaked into the cushion. Large hand tracing up and down your spine, he pressed your already impossibly deep arch further, angling his hips to rut into your poor cunt even harder.Â
He reached down to grip your jaw, harshly pulling you up to meet his gaze. Dark eyes pierced into yours, primal and hungry. Your arms pathetically dangled in front of you till they found his veiny forearms, holding on for dear life as he used you like his own personal fuck-toy. Every pitiful whine that bubbled from your throat only egging him on further.Â
"Too much huh? Isn't this what you wanted? Nghâfor me to fuck you stupid?" His thumb smeared tears around your flushed cheeks, mascara running down your neck leaving pretty little streaks across the array of purple and red hickeys painting your throat.Â
"Yes... b-but-"Â
"Then fuckin' take it."Â
His already vicious tempo intensified ten-fold, his pelvis blushing bright red from each cruel thrust, wet sounds of your aching cunt filling the room.
"fuckin'' Plap!
"Take it" Plap!
Squeltch!Â
His hips stuttered from sensitivity, still bottoming out and fucking his nth load back into your dripping pussy. Every nudge of his thick cock head against your cervix forced your eyes to roll back into your head, jaw hanging open as spit ran down your chin.
Fucked stupid. Any word or thought that began to form in that cute little head of yours was immediately knocked out your ears by his brutish thrusts. Bruises from his rough grip decorated your thighs like abstract watercolourâdirtied from cum and slick.
He knocked an exceptionally puny sob out of you, causing his rhythm to falter slightly. "you alright, kid?" he probes, earning an eager and frantic nod as you bounced your hips back against himâmeeting his sloppy thrusts halfway. "Mmm, atta girl."Â
He took the opportunity to snake his arm around your throat into a mean headlock, laying you back onto the bed as he pressed his weight down onto youâthick cock stirring your insides.Â
The new position was both suffocating and euphoric, allowing him access to that gooey spot that always had you gushing around him. He flexed his arm harshly, causing your cheeks to puff up around him as your drool and tears ran down his bicep.Â
Your already incoherent noises turned into straight babbling when he hiked your knee up with his own, rutting into you even deeper, cock fucking you to the hilt.
 "Feel good doll? Y'feel so fuckin' good t'meâhaahh"Â
That familiar pressure bubbled in your tummy, pleasure shooting through to each nerve as he nudged against your sweet spot over and over and over. You choked on another pathetic coo, whining and crying out muddled whimpers as you rode out another mind-numbing orgasm.
He felt the way you shifted beneath him, the tight squeeze of your walls a sign of your climaxâbut he didn't stop.
Instead, he snaked his free hand down to your gushing heat to rub harsh circles to your sensitive clit. You jerked and thrashed beneath him, nails digging into his strong arm, almost breaking skin.Â
Your incessant clenching and writhing brought him closer to yet another release, chasing the barely-there friction from your slippery cunt before spurting out another warm load. "Fâfuck-" he groaned into your hair, his body limply softening around you, catching his breath.Â
He pulled out nice and slow, earning a gentle whine from you at the now unfamiliar emptiness. A warm gush! of your juices leaked out of your hole, running down and pooling into the bedsheets. He sat back on his heels, admiring your placid form melting into the pillows.Â
A warm hand palmed your ass, spreading you open enough for him to watch his cum drip out slowly, topping it off with a light smack against the cheek, massaging over the redness. You pushed against his palm, peering at him over your shoulder expecting to see those rapacious emerald eyes staring back. Instead, his gaze was softâall love and delicacy.Â
Lips curled into a smile, his hand moved up to the small of your back to rub soothing circles into the skin.Â
"Y'did so good baby, so, so good." Praise falling from his lips as he massaged the soreness from your spent form, eventually slipping out of bed to fetch a warm rag and one of his shirts.Â
The night melted away slowly, nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close, kisses peppering your forehead.Â
"Next time you run your mouth like that, I won't be so nice, got it?"Â
That was him being nice?
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A/N: HIIII i hope u enjoyed this lil drabble, it was very fun to write hihi <3 if u saw any grammar mistakes no u didnt lol shoutout dilf toji and dilf toji enthusiasts we are the backbone of society. Also has anyone seen wuthering heights yet? im scared to cuz im lowkey sick of jacob elordi and everyone in it has iphone face sooo we'll see. (sorry if that was mean) anywayss love u thanks for reading :33
Frankly, Mr. Gojo â in which frat boy! gojo swears on everything that he is not in love with his tutor.
frat boy! gojo is not surprised to say the least when he gets asked to stay after class by his professor to discuss his grade. and he couldnt care less when one of the biggest parties of the year was coming up meaning he was responsible for picking out the theme. âso, whatâs the verdict?â
âthe verdict is youâre not going to pass this course, satoru. may i kindly ask of you to please put down your phone for just a second?â you could clearly hear the distress in the professors voice.
âhold on i wasnât talking to you,â satoru interrupted. âme and my brothers are trying to figure out what the theme of our next party should be. iâm thinking teen beach, does that sound good?â
the professor took a deep breath, mentally calming himself from lashing out at his own student. âthere wonât be any party of yours if this grade doesnât get fixed.â
that certainly got satoruâs attention.
satoru hears the same scolding coming from his parents later that evening.
âwe did not pay the school to allow you to enter just for you to pull thisââ
âyou guys paid the school?â satoruâs brow shot up.
âoh my god.â his mother whispered under her breath, moving her hands away from her husband's shoulders. âyou really think theyâd allow you to enter with that high school transcript?â mr. gojo gritted out. âyou have exactly two months to get them up before the end of the year.â
frat boy! gojo hummed then shrugged. âShucks, guess thereâs nothing I can do. how about I just drop out and take over the company like youâve always wanted me to.âÂ
âsatoru gojo.â the manâs voice boomed throughout the kitchen. he pointed a finger at Satoru, gritting his teeth. âyou will finish college and you will pass.âÂ
satoruâs groan was muffled by his hand that dragged down his face. âI know.âÂ
âno! you do not!âÂ
âalright, honey, calm down.â mrs. gojo placed her hand on his back, rubbing it to prevent him from screaming more. she turned to face satoru. âI will hire you a tutor, sweetheart. your father is right, you have to finish school. then we will talk about you overtaking the company.âÂ
âalright.â he sighed.Â
âtwo months.â his father raised two digits up.Â
frat boy! gojo didnât expect his tutor to be this pretty. the second you walked into the living room where him and his mother sat, his eyes lit up. you sat down on the couch the maid directed you to, flattening down your skirt as you took in your surroundings.
âhi honey, itâs nice to see that you made it.â mrs. gojo reached out to shake your hand which you happily complied. she turned towards satoru. âthis is my son. iâm sure you guys attend the same university, no?â
frat boy! gojo wants to groan at the whole situation. great, not only was he being forced to get extra help but the help is coming from another school mate.
youâve seen him around sometimes. usually with his hand squeezing a sorority girlâs ass or driving way too fast in the parking lot.Â
âmhm.âÂ
âHave you ever tutored anyone before?â She asked.
âuh.. yeah.â you blinked, composing yourself again. âmy younger brother. he has a hard time grasping math so-â
âgreat.â the woman interrupted. âhow often will you be available?âÂ
âI guess almost every day-âÂ
â4 pm after school, weekends at 1.âÂ
you bit the inside of your cheek, becoming frustrated at the fact you could barely finish your sentence. âI take care of my brother on weekends.âÂ
âoh.â she paused. âyou can just bring him along then.â she cleared her throat, continuing. âthe pay will be good, I can promise that. I expect you to bring satoruâs grades up before December.âÂ
you nodded.Â
âwhen will I start?âÂ
âright now.âÂ
frat boy! gojo froze. âright now? iâve got something going on in the frat in half an hour!â he quickly shut up with the look his mother shot him.
despite never interacting with satoru, unless you count that one time he almost ran you over, you knew how unapproachable he was. If you werenât what he perceived as hot, he wouldnât bat an eye at you. luckily for you, you're somewhat his type...
âi hope you two get along. Well, I got to get going now. your father is waiting for me. happy studying.â she kissed satoru on the cheek, grabbing her purse to leave.Â
the door shut, leaving the two of you.Â
you rocked back and forth on your heels as satoru clicked away at his phone, probably texting his friends how his mom actually got him a tutor. âso, um, what classes are you having trouble with.âÂ
frat boy! gojo exhaled deeply, almost annoyed you even dared speak to him. âbiology, mostly.âÂ
âoh! i'm also taking that right now as well.â you sat down on the seats surrounding the kitchen island. âare we in the same period?âÂ
âdonât know. Itâs a pretty big class.â he stated the obvious, sitting down as well. âhow long is this going to last? Iâve got a party to plan.âÂ
of course he did. âshouldnât take longer than two hours I think.âÂ
he groaned. âseriously?âÂ
âwell, we can try and finish in an hour and a half. letâs just start with the basics of biology. do you have your textbooks?âÂ
satoru sat straight up, suddenly looking suspiciously happy. âyes, I do. theyâre upstairs. Iâll be back.â he excused himself, running up to his room.Â
You tapped your fingers on the island, waiting patiently for a couple of seconds.Â
Then the seconds turned to minutes.Â
frat boy! gojo had escaped his room, jumping out his window, breaking his fall with a pile of bushes that were put underneath. he had to attend the frat meeting.
safe to say, he got a good scolding once again when he got home.
âWhen I tell you that you need to raise those grades up, I mean it, Satoru!â Mr. Gojoâs voice echoed throughout the living room.Â
You were sat next to Mrs. Gojo on the couch while he and Satoru were standing with the white haired boy getting lectured by his father.Â
He cowered. This was so embarrassing.Â
âThe frat needed me at that moment.â Satoru explained.
âI donât care! Your mother hired this lovely girl to help you out and you disrespected her by leaving her!â
You wanted to sink into the cushions when Satoru glared at you.Â
âYou pull this shit again, I force you to leave that stupid frat of yours. You are not a teenager anymore, you are a goddamn adult. Act like it.âÂ
Mr.Gojo left the room fuming, heading to his office.Â
The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the silence was way too loud. You cleared your throat, slowly standing up. âI should uh, get going.âÂ
Mrs. Gojo nodded, rising from her spot as well. She planted her hand on the small of your waist, turning to her son.Â
âWalk her to her car.â
âOh, thatâs not necessary-â You tried to say.Â
âAnd you apologize to her.â Her tone was stern.Â
frat boy! gojo rubbed the bridge of his nose, motioning for you to follow him to the entrance. Neither of you said anything on your little walk.Â
Eventually you reached your car. He looked like he was about to say anything. But he didnât. Not a goodbye nor the apology his mom asked him to say.Â
âAsshole.â You mumbled under your breath, giving his muscular back a glare.Â
The next day wasnât any better.Â
Heâd ignore you, sigh dramatically, and roll his eyes like a spoiled teenager every time you asked if he could do a question.Â
âOkay,â You skimmed through his written response. âThis isnât quite right, Satoru.âÂ
âYou donât get to call me by my first name.âÂ
Now it was your turn to resist rolling your eyes. âTry again.â
He snatched the paper from your hands rudely, erasing his original answer. This routine continued. Satoru would constantly give you a hard time, refusing to communicate with you properly. The cycle continued until one day, you studied up in his room instead of in the kitchen.
frat boy! gojo stared at you with an annoyed expression on his face. Have you not taken the hint that you were not wanted nor needed here?
âBack again I see.â His voice came from behind, staring daggers into your skull.
You turned around in the spinny chair, facing him. âWell, I am being paid to be here so yes, I am back, again.âÂ
Satoru scoffed, sitting down on the empty seat next to you.Â
On the kitchen island were all kinds of papers and textbooks, all spread out and ready to be used. Doing all of this on a Saturday night was insane. He could be out partying right now, getting drunk off his mind.Â
âI have made it pretty clear what I think of you.âÂ
âWhat you think of me does not matter. Iâm not doing all of this because I care for your grade or I like you. I despise you actually,â Satoru felt his ego get bruised at that. âI was hired by your mother so unless she decides she doesnât want me tutoring an ungrateful brat like you, Iâm not going anywhere.â You shot back. âNow, turn to page 19, I expect you to be finished with chapter two by the end of today's session.âÂ
Satoruâs eyes widened, completely surprised with you snapping at him. He judged wrong.Â
You werenât a shy nerd he could just push around, you had some bite.Â
And he liked it.Â
His hands began moving by themselves at your order, opening up his book while fighting back a smile.Â
thats because it was the beginning of his little crush on you.
frat boy! gojo stopped making you two study in the kitchen and instead offered to go up into his bedroom instead.
âDidnât take you for a geek.â Your eyes traveled throughout his room, taking in the shelves full of figures and manga. His walls were full of posters, not leaving one bare.Â
Satoru let out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his head.Â
âGuilty pleasures.âÂ
You hummed, sitting down on his bed.Â
He bit back a groan, finding himself somehow getting turned on by you being in his room, let alone on his bed.Â
âOh, my brother watched this one.â You pointed at the Digimon figure on his nightstand. âYeah?â He eventually joined you, scooting close. âKids got good taste then.â His eyes flickered down to your lips, gulping.Â
You turned to face him, taking notice of his attention being on your lips.Â
âGot that one at..â Satoru mumbled quietly, itching closer. âAt the.. Fuck.â He placed his lips gently against yours, angling his head to the side.Â
You immediately melted into the kiss, putting your hand on his cheek.Â
âYouâre a good kisser for a virgin.â He licked your bottom lip, seeking entrance.Â
âIâm not a virginâŠâÂ
âNo?â Satoru moaned when you granted his access, tongue dancing with yours before exploring every inch of your mouth. â
frat boy! gojo swears the kiss meant nothing. that he was just going through ovulation, even though boys don't go through that. so why does his heart keep going mile per hour at the memory of your soft lips on his?
nothing more happened than that, immediately after, you two went back to studying. but he oh so wanted to taste you in other places.
frat boy! gojo starts doing much better on quizzes thanks to you. you were so patient with him even when he repeatedly got things wrong. you started sitting on his lap to get him to focus more.
"every time you get something correct, I'll let you kiss me.
and he was on a streak. he answered questions quickly, pressing his lips on yours in a sweet peck before asking for the next question.
frat boy! gojo swears he isn't in love with you, but his frat bro's would beg to differ. they took notice of his change of attitude and lack of participating in frat meetings.
GETO
you coming tonight? we're gonna go out & drink
GOJO
nah, im busy
GETO
w ur tutor gf?
seen
frat boy! gojo blushed at the idea of calling you his girlfriend. what exactly were you anyways? study partners with benefits? he would feel the way you'd grow wet when you sat on his lap, he knew you wanted more just like him.
even when he did attend the sorority girls parties, the feeling of another girl feeling him up didn't hit the same. they weren't you.
"satoruuuu.." the blonde slurred out, drunk out of her mind and grinding her heat on his thigh. "let's go up to my room. I miss you."
"Uhhh," he looked around, trying to find a nearby exit. "Alright, let me go get a drink real quick and I'll meet you upstairs."
a smile broke out on the girls face, nodding. "okay!"
long story short, he didn't go upstairs.
frat boy! gojo still jerks off daily. but instead of pulling up pornhub or twitter, he pulled out your instagram profile that he had found a week ago - without your knowledge.
nothing got him off anymore unless it was you.
the little photos you had posted up were practically burned onto his phones screen form how much he's viewed them. "fuck, fuck!" he winced when his dick twitched in his hand.
you looked so beautiful today, with your plaid skirt and cute top. he wanted to rip it off your body and fuck you already.
frat boy! gojo still swears on everything that he isn't in love with you! but he's going out before study hours to get you and your mom a bouquet of flowers before heading to your house.
"you always come here, but I've never seen your place." he once commented.
"ah, well," you leaned back onto his chest. "it's not as luxurious as yours."
"you think I care?" he placed his chin on your shoulder, biting lightly at your neck. "do you like that?" he asked, rubbing his hand on the inner of your thigh.
"y-yeah.."
frat boy! gojo got along with your family right off the bat, sitting next to you on the dinner table, chatting with your brother as you all ate. he wished that this was a regular occurrence. would it be if he was yours?
he still swears he isn't in love with you when your mom showed him a baby album of yours.
"oh my god-" you tried snatching it from his hands, but failed.
"you're so cute, look at you." he showed a picture of you riding a pony. you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, hiding away behind your hands.
frat boy! gojo SWEARS he isn't in love with you, but when you asked him to stay the night, he agreed. He laid bare next to you, arms around your body, still placing kisses on your back.
"I love you." you whispered softly.
satoru smiled, bringing you closer to whisper back into your ear.
"I love you too."
frat boy! gojo accepts the fact that he's loved you ever since you stepped foot into his life.
18+ Smut!!! older bf Dex is implied but itâs not a focal point, heâs such a tease really itâs bad, yâall r so in love itâs crazy!!! raw sex, talking you through it basically cause heâs a gentleman hello? horny blabbering, reader is described as female presenting and inexperienced! Lots of ogling sorry this is soooo self indulgent, newer relationship w Dex, he is soooo adoring cause he doesnât want you to be scared and also sooooo nasty (not proofread yet)
Dex knows youâre nervous. He can read nervousness like an open face book - can smell it on people like a hound dog who just got deployed. But your nervousness, eyes shyly but surely devouring him, scared to say a word about your own desire, unable to really meet his big green eyes.
Itâs different.
Heâs not used to it.
He doesnât have anyone in his life who he gets that ache in his chest for, the tender kind that makes him think, fleetingly, weakness isnât so bad after all, cause he might fall off the earths axis completely if something happened to you.
He doesnât like doing that, the being honest with himself part. And right now, he thinks itâs kind of sick that he thinks itâs fucking endearing.
Youâre in your room, in your apartment, laying on your belly in your bed staring at his body like youâve never seen a half naked man before. Heâs freshly showered, blue towel tied around his thick waist and fuck, you donât know what to do with all that.
Itâs strange for Dex. Heâs become more confident after prison, this is true. Heâs gotten attention, but nothing permanent, nothing that made him feel like it was anything more than transactional.
And heâs not lost on the fact that you ogle and it makes him feel appreciated, so he thought nothing of walking out like this when you told him he needed to get all the blood and grime off of his skin before even touching your pink sheets.
Which, he was going to do anyways and you knew that, but he lets you act bossy sometimes cause you think itâs fun. And he finds it funny.
First time spending the night together, and youâre not letting him off easy.
Youâve already told him to use your body wash so heâd smell sweet and how amusing you found the idea of Bullseye lathering himself in vanilla scented soap.
Your relationship is new enough that this is not a regular occurrence as much as he quietly yearns for it to be, but not so new that he doesnât know where you keep your shoes when you take them off as soon as you walk into the door, or where you keep the gun he insisted on buying you since youâre a woman living alone and have that one sketchy neighbor, or what clothes are in each drawer of your nightstand.
Or what the inside of your apartment looks like, the square footage of each room and what year you bought the place. The width of the kitchen cabinets and the previous owners current address just in case he came across a hidden camera or something of the sort. You know, normal stuff.
The connection you have with Dex has been rooted so deep, that the more overtly physical stuff hasnât even really mattered. Has he touched himself, spit in in his palm and stroked his cock thinking about how youâd say his name when heâs so deep in you heâs touching your cervix?
Well, yeah.
Or how your panties might smell even though he felt genuinely guilty at the idea of stealing a pair? Cause sure he stalks but heâs not a creep.
But he knew you didnât have a lot of experience in that department, couldnât fucking believe it at first, but felt undeniably relieved that almost no one had you like that.
Selfishly, sickly, possessively.
But it makes sense that you didnât let people in easily, your spirit is like sunshine spilling into a dark room, coloring your surroundings with a kindness he didnât know existed as legitimately as it does with you. Course no one deserved you, of course you chose people wisely. Of course no one had been worthy of getting you so fully and completely like that in so long.
And how you chose him, how youâve chosen him everyday for the past six months? He doesnât know how to realistically wrap his head around it. Doesnât know what he did in another life that was so goddamn good he got to spend even a fraction of his miserable fucked up life with you.
So yeah, it makes him feel things when you go a little slack jawed while looking at every ripple of muscle like itâs something to be devoured, got your gaze switching from his big arms to his abdomen and lower lower lower.
You really wish you could help it. But heâs got a body thatâs put in work, and though youâd love to not make a man feel like heâs the most beautiful thing youâve ever seen - you canât help it with Dex. Not when heâs this gorgeous, so adoring, so loving and spends almost every moment he has with you reminding you how he can never live without you.
And especially not when heâs two feet away and the towel is dangerously low, and the thick bulge underneath that towel is ever present, reminding you of what you havenât seen or touched yet.
He shakes the water out of blonde his hair and onto your body, and it does exactly as intended. You squeal, shouting âDex!â With exasperation that isnât really genuine. Just enough of a juvenile thing to do that it breaks you out of your shell a little.
He chuckles to himself, finds it cute that you act as if heâs sprayed you with the shower head instead of flinging a few cold droplets. You wipe your forehead, and he steps closer until heâs at the foot of the bed. You sit up on your haunches so you can look at him face to face and not face to dick. You want to keep your composure at least a little.
âRude, donât do it again.â You frown, crossing your arms across your chest and his eyebrows lift and a stupid shit eating grin paints his handsome face.
âOh yeah? Yâfeelin brave then?â His voice is low and playful, he reaches out and wipes your cheek off. His hand is rough and warm and you keen into the touch like a kitten. His stomach fills with a familiar heat at such a small, innocent thing. God.
âClearly not, you walked out half naked and now my knees are all wobbly.â
You say it out loud and so obviously because you donât know what else to do about it. Truthfully, he really fucking likes that you said it that way. He admires your need to be honest even when it scares you a little. Heâs jealous of it.
You also donât realize how tantalizing, how maddening it truly is.
Donât even know the power you have over him already.
He shakes the bashfulness off, though he canât hide the heat staining his cheeks and neck.
âI got you, baby,â he says. And god that makes it so worse, cause now you feel that twinge of tension traveling from your chest to between your thighs. ânothinâ you gotta be scared of with me, you know that.â
You lock your eyes with his now, because itâs genuine and so full of trust you canât look away even if you wanted to. Itâs passing through you both like a power surge. A suddenly playful moment turning real, and candid within seconds even if thatâs not what he inherently intended.
Thatâs just how it is with you and Dex
The intensity never really ceases.
He sees you stew this over in your mind, feels contentment in his bone marrow when you scooch a little closer on your knees and place your soft hands on his bare shoulders. Your touch makes him feel like a live wire, and sort of like he can finally breathe again.
âYouâre just likeâŠâ you start, chewing on the inside of your bottom lip. Heâs got this little smirk that heâs holding back, cocking head head but gentle in the eyes as if you tell you go on, say what you feel. âreally beautiful and itâs distracting me.â
Yeah, heâs done for. He canât even smile properly because those words are so foreign, and so completely you.
He casually cups your face and rubs two thumbs over your soft cheeks. It really does make him feel things - things he hasnât felt in a long time. Things that didnât mean what they mean now to him, what you mean to him. Itâs the best fucking compliment in the world when itâs coming from your lips.
And would mean absolutely nothing coming from anyone else.
âDistracting you from what, sweetheart? Just you an me right now, thereâs no one else to think about.â
You want to kiss him. You want to drag your hands along his trim body, feel him twitch and pant against you. The thought is burning your head, leaving a searing image in its wake - and itâs so real, so close. Because heâs right here in front of you, staring like he knows every thought thatâs passing through your head. Like maybe he knows you better than you know yourself.
âCâmere.â
He grumbles, reaching around to cup the nape of your neck. He does it gently, pulling you into his mouth so slow and so careful. Heâs exercising an unreal amount of self control, training himself to be gentle with hands that have done so much damage in their time.
The peck is soft, gentle. He doesnât hold you there even though heâd like to. He lets you decide what you want to take from him. A soft sound leaves your mouth when you depart, going back in for more series of squelchy pecks. Itâs his turn to hum low in his throat, you feel it vibrate through you.
And he can feel it in your movements, that youâve tasted him and now you want more and he hopes you can feel it coming off of him too. He doesnât want it to be scary, or nerve wracking. His thundering heart betrays his need to come off casual.
âDex?â You murmur, starting the get cloudy in the head. He can hear it in your voice, in that sleepy way you peer up at him like youâre not fully controlled by conscious thoughts.
Youâve got this pseudo bravery thatâs only here with you right now because he is, because he obliged when you told him it would be better for him to stay the night at your place since heâs in town. Because heâs made you feel so safe, so unbelievably understood.
If you knew the patience Dex exhibited with you, out of fear of scaring you off, or freaking you the fuck out, youâd probably have even more of a reverence. And not about sex, no, thatâs not important to him.
But heâs never done this before. Never truly put another other person before his own wants and needs, and it feels foreign. But heâd do anything, anything for you. To keep you, to touch you, to protect you.
âYeah, baby?â He asks, toying with your bottom lip with his thumb. The tips of his ears are going pink, and you feel his body heat radiating off of him like a furnace. Youâre only separated by a few inches, not even.
He tilts your chin up when your head drops while you ask him the question, catching your eye. He canât bear for you to be insecure, to feel even an ounce of trepidation with him.
âWould youâŠwell, can I, touch you?â
God.
It goes straight to his dick, he feels the towel getting tighter around his waist. And heâs sure his pupils are blown out to hell. He canât believe you feel the need to ask, but thatâs just who you are.
âCourseâ you can, sweet thing. Courseâ you can.â His voice is so rough and so low now, emphasizing his permission. You get this pit in your gut, suddenly astonishingly aware of the fact that you can feel him completely and will and how youâve been scared of intimacy with a person who wants nothing more than to have your hands on his body.
Your touch move from those big shoulders, and the first thing they instinctively drag over is his broad chest - his skin is hot, light body hair tickling your palms. His nerves are so reactive to your touch and he canât help but watch you, every expression you have going on even while he feels raw and wired.
Youâre concentrated, swallowing hard. They slide lower, past his sternum and over his rigid abdomen and the planes of muscle and tendon there. How they protrude, as if to say grab me, touch me.
Youâve got an awestruck look about you, and your hands feel so soft and gentle and good against him, he clenches his jaw so hard his teeth might shatter. Heâs starting to feel lightheaded.
You stay here for a moment, rubbing up and down the valleys and dips. You grip his sides, till your thumbs are tracing the divots that point towards his manhood. Youâre moving back up again with both palms against his sides, over his collarbones and then youâre squeezing his biceps with such a giddy look on your pretty face.
Like youâve just realized for the first time that Dex truly is yours.
âYâhavin fun? Look at that smile.â
You snort, suddenly shy that you were making it that obvious, leaning into him completely and shoving your face in the crook of his neck - he feels all your softness against his body, your shirt a thin barrier between your pretty chest thatâs smooshed against him. He smells fresh, clean, gourmand. You feel scruff against your ear, that same body heat intensifying. And since youâre pressed against him now, he instinctually wraps his arms around your frame. Holding you there firmly.
You think you hear a sigh of relief that perhaps he himself didnât know he was holding onto.
You donât know if itâs your heartbeat or his, thundering so loudly in your ear. He rubs slow circles over your back, wide palm a reassuring anchor.
You donât do it on purpose, pressing your lips to that soft tender area underneath his ear. You canât see it, but it makes his eyes roll back and flutter shut a little - your mouth is so soft, so warm. You do hear the hum that comes from his throat, though. And since your bodies are pressed together, yeah - you feel his dick twitch against your thigh where you previously somehow forgot it was there all together.
You donât stop there, not after youâve tasted him and heard and felt the reaction it gave him. Now youâve got that deep seated need, and so you open your mouth a little wider, give him a genuine kiss over his carotid artery - and yeah, he tilts his head to the side for you, rolls it back when you start kissing and kissing, all the way to his Adamâs Apple.
Those big hands grip your hips a little bit harder, and the pressure of it makes you wonder what it would feel like to for him to grab you other places. How strong he really is, what his body can really do.
âBaby.â His voice is gruff.
Heâs panting like a dog now, cause youâre starting to get a little feverish with your movements, got your tongue on his sharp jaw and then heâs grasping your face in his hands cause he canât take it. He needs to kiss you.
He doesnât mean to be rough, for the kiss to be bruising. You let out a soft, shocked whimper and he murmurs a âsorry, baby.â In a voice youâve never, ever heard come from Benjamin Poindexter, just a register higher than it should be.
He slows down a bit when your tongues connect, warm and wet in each others mouths, his nose rubbing against yours. He takes your bottom lip and sucks on it, and your fingertips dig into his arms like you could be swept away at any second.
Now your hands are all in his damp hair, tugging and pulling and he loves it, bad. He lets out this terribly erotic groan, and a soft âyeah.â and you give him one right back. He departs only so you can breathe.
God, his lips are so kiss bitten. Pink and pretty and wet, and his big green eyes are low and pupils obsidian, like heâs on the prowl, starving. He wipes your mouth, holds your face firmly so he can look at you.
âTalk to me, tell me what you want.â He huffs, and you hate that he needs you to say it out loud. Canât he feel you pushing yourself against his dick? Canât he see how heavy youâre breathing and the pure desperation for him lit aflame in your gaze?
But you know he needs it.
âIâŠI want you, want you really bad Dexie. Whyâd you stop kissing meeee?â
Oh, youâre getting whiny. Petulant. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth for just a second, tasting you again. He keeps one hand on the back of your neck and one just above your ass when he reclines you on the mattress.
You still canât believe his towel has managed to stay on.
Heâs got this fear, when he hovers on top of you, arms on either side of your head, your knees knocking his stomach before you spread them so you can rub your heels into the dimples of his back.
Heâs worried itâll be too much, that heâll be too much.
See, he wants you just as bad. And of course heâll take his time, of course heâll be as gentle as you need him to be. Not even a question. But youâre already dialed up to 10, got this expression like youâre this hurt, innocent thing, all while squirming like the pressure between your legs is unbearable.
He kisses your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, letting you writhe like youâre tortured underneath him. Itâs driving you mad, he knows that, but his cock is so hard itâs starting to hurt against the rough material of the towel and he canât let himself feel you till he knows what you really want.
âSânot what I asked.â
You push at his big chest, pull at his shoulders. He doesnât move from it, of course, but your fingernails are leaving streaks against his flesh and you finally just lock your legs around him and press him right between your legs.
âI want you to fuck me, if thatâs okay with you.â
If thatâs okay with you. He almost laughs, cause god youâre funny even when youâre not trying to be.
âDirty mouth, tsk.â He says it to tease, kisses the tip of your nose when he says it. But youâve still got that hazy lust clouding your eyes. He kisses you again, swallowing your whine.
âYeah? You achey right here, baby?â He emphasizes by moving his hips side to side, abdominals flexing at his core, pressing his cloth covered cock harder against your flimsy pajama bottoms - and you gasp.
He would find it absurdly cute if he werenât so fucking hard. So instead it just makes him throb.
You keep your hands on his waist of moving muscle, rutting yourself against his center, feeling the outline of his erection hot and heavy between your legs.
âRight there.â You pant back with an open mouth and bleary eyes. Everything about the moment is doing it for you. And not just the obvious, which is a 95% naked Ben with his big puppy dog eyes and a smirk that accentuates all the years heâs ever smirked, and his unfairly strong body. Just the dynamic thatâs going on is making you sticky, leaking from your sex.
Itâs doing it for him too. Cause now heâs kissing you with a desperation you didnât know he had, making mmm, mmmm, noises into your throat while he does it.
âWant me inside? That what you want, pretty girl?â
Now itâs his turn to mouth at your neck, and youâre so so soft, and perfumed and the little bit of perspiration thatâs gathered because of being worked up tastes so good on his tongue. He licks the divot of your collarbone, covers any expanse of skin he can see in open mouthed kisses.
âYessss, please.â You beg. He pecks your chin, hating to pull away from you like this cause of course you sound pitiful when he does. He hooks his thumb underneath the towel and it falls off like it wasnât somehow glued to him for 10 minutes straight.
You shouldâve known, and maybe you did know. But Dex is big, itâs enough to be incredibly intimidated because not only is he a couple inches longer than average, but heâs thick. Heavy. Looks like it holds weight to it that your body can already picture feeling.
Itâs pretty too. The tip is the same shade of his lips, a little smaller in width than the robust shaft and youâre honestly not surprised he manscapes, heâs always been particular- itâs neat, lightly colored, and framed where you want him most.
âIâm not the only one with starinâ problems.â He says, not predicting that youâd cover your face with your hands and try to suffocate yourself in the sheets. He grips your right ankle, shakes it before he crawls on top of you.
âHey hey hey, just joking baby, donât do that.â
You think you might burst at how sincerely sorry he sounds, grabbing your wrists with calloused fingers and prying them away from your eyes. When he turns you over and sees that youâve got a big, goofy, ridiculous smile on your face - his heart settles back into his chest instead of the pit of his stomach.
Youâre giggling.
âScared me half to death, fuck, Thought I really hurt your feelings.â
You rub your palms against his scruffy face, touch his open mouth with your thumb.
âYou did, asshole,â
Heâs smiling goofy too, now. Kissing your wrist.
âjust staring cause itâs so big.â
He knows this. Heâs got eyes and heâs been told once or twice. Still, Dex doesnât know what to do with being seen like that by you. Didnât think about it until now.
Hearing you say it out loud, hearing the lilt of your voice and seeing your eyes rake down his body to stare at his manhood with big eyes - it strokes his ego like nothing else ever has. He sees the way you nibble on the inside of your lip again, though. Sees you calculating.
âIâll take it slowâas you need, yeah?â He reassures, rubbing the sides of your thighs with heavy, comforting strokes. He wants to bite the flesh there, take it into his mouth, savor it.
âYou know I trust you.â You pant back, and he knows you do. He can feel it in your body language, the way youâre opening your legs for him wider, like a lotus flower.
And youâre not so tense anymore, body not so rigid. Youâre melting into him when he kisses you again - one big hand gripping your jaw gently. Youâve never been kissed like this before by anyone else. Itâs intoxicating.
He pries your lips open, licks the inside of your mouth before beckoning your tongue with his own. He sucks it before pecking you again, languishing you with slow and sloppy pops and suckles.
âFuck.â You whine, sexually frustrated in a way that youâre not sure has been experienced by anyone else ever because thatâs how singular it feels, how maddening.
He departs to take a look at you, a good, long look. Hawk eyes trail over your body like itâs something reverent.
He tongues the inside of his cheek, takes in the way youâre panting and unable to keep still and swallowing hard. Youâre so worked up from nothing, itâs making him feel dizzy and drunk with excitement.
âCan I take these off, sweetheart?â
You nod, followed by a verbal response cause heâs not gonna do it unless you say it.
âYes.â
Two thumbs hook into the waistband of the silky shorts, and heâs taking your underwear with them when he starts shimmying them off of your soft hips. He even takes the time to graze your thighs and calves with his knuckles as he draws them down your legs.
He wants this to be good for you, the best. Heâs proficient in all aspects, hits the target every single time.
Cool air breezes against your center, where arousal has made you slick. Dex is at your feet still, holding your ankles and trailing his calloused palm back up those same calves. He doesnât even realize heâs licked his lips and has groaned deep in his chest. His senses are taking over, his desire, the thick heady mix of testosterone and adrenaline pumping through him.
He stares for a beat longer than the average man would. Because once again, he canât believe heâs here. That the images in his mind could never do you absolute justice, how unbelievably beautiful you are in the most real and human way.
Youâve got pressure starting to become unbearable. Even just watching him, seeing how lost he is in the sight of your body - you canât think straight.
Heâs pulled out of his reverie when you grip the bottom of your shirt and pull it off your head, tossing the garment to the floor. It lands on the corner of the nightstand, but whoâs checking.
âMâsorry baby, got distracted.â He says it honestly, a genuine apologetic lilt to his voice.
âItâs okay, makes two of us now.â
You smile at him in the gentle, playful way you do, and heâs leaning between your legs by the waist, cock so close you can feel the heat coming from it along with the rest of his body.
Now heâs looking at your naked chest, finds himself kissing your mouth in a heavy press of his lips before heâs moving across your jaw and neck and - he almost dips down and takes your nipple into his mouth. Heâs almost forgotten his manners.
âCan I?â He asks through thick lashes and a strain in his throat, hovering over your tits with a slack jaw.
âOf course.â
Eager hands grip the softness of your waist, pressing upwards till heâs cupping the fat of your breasts and closing his eyes like heâs about to savor something sweet - and then he sucks on the hard bud, and youâre lit aflame.
You didnât think it could feel this good. But heâs sucking harshly to get them sensitive, dribbling a little spit onto them before rubbing his bottom lip across the surface. Then he pops it back into his mouth, swirls his tongue.
Your fingers find his damp hair again, and youâre sure heâd suffocate if he stayed here for too long with the way youâre arching into him. Heâs moving from one to the other like he canât choose.
âPretty fuckin tits, fuck.â He mumbles it like heâs talking to himself. Dirty words sound so good coming from his mouth, and his general disposition is usually so quiet most of the time that it feels like youâre being gifted with something rare.
Itâs somewhere during his sucks and nips and bites to the fat, that you feel his hips get closer. And with the size of Dex, anything closer than what you were before has his shaft pressed right against your center - up against the sticky folds and now swollen clit.
He winces like it hurts with furrowed eyebrows, completely taken aback by how much is dripping out of you - he feels hot, wet slickness against his cock, and a gasp pulls from your lips
Your hips talk before you do. You thrust them upwards, catch his manhood between your legs and rub yourself against it from the bottom where his heavy balls are sat, to the aching tip.
âPlease, I canât wait.â It sounds like you could cry.
He almost chokes, eyes getting fluttery and his arms shaky, but not from holding up his own weight. He reels it in, looks you in your eyes, corners of his pretty mouth twitching upwards
âYeah? You want it, pretty girl?â
You pull him by his neck to your mouth again, too worked up to care about your attitude or your neediness because Dex knows what heâs doing. Itâs driving you crazy.
âDex youâre twitching against me, I know you want it too.â
His thick eyebrows raise on his forehead, mouth cocking into a genuine smirk now.
âWhenâd you get such a dirty mouth, huh?â
Heâs both more turned on than he thought possible, and so goddamn amused. Elated. Youâre opening up for him, and itâs too good. He kisses you again and again and again.
âAlways want you to tell me whatâs goin on in that beautiful head, yeah? Tell me everything. Donât hold back again.â
Heâs lost it. Heâs desperate now, and he doesnât visit desperation very often anymore. Told himself he never would, so Itâs reserved for very few things, and here you are - unraveling him with a string of words. With your tongue playing with his.
And youâre developing this pained expression, this crease between the valley of your eyebrows and your breathing has picked up considerably because youâre trying to catch gasps of air between the relentlessness of his mouth.
Youâre bucking yourself against his dick now, shy girl gone and tucked away deep behind your navel where you need him most. Itâs heavy in the pit of your stomach, that desire, the smoke.
âWant me to put it in? Huh?â He grunts, cause now he canât compose himself properly. Heâs being transformed, reduced to someone who was just made to please you. To give you exactly what you want.
âYes please please please.â He doesnât think heâs ever been harder. Your genuine desire is so sweet and honest, and he kisses you hard again. Departs to peer between your bodies at the mess between your legs.
He grips the base of his shaft.
âDonât have to beg honey, let me just - okay lift your hips a little, fuck, thatâs it, thaaaaats - oh fuck.â
Heâs afraid heâs not going to last because youâre stretching around his tip perfectly, and your mouth drops open and this incoherent, fucked out sound leaves your parted lips while your insides already start pulsating around him.
Giving him a nice, welcome hug once heâs fully seated.
He canât believe it, that heâs actually inside of you. And he canât think about anything else other than the sensations, than the swelling in his chest and the way the tip of his dick is slowly pressing forward through your spongy walls - how the wetness is coating him, how now heâs fully sheathed inside of you.
âTell me when to move, god you feel good.â He pants it out, staring down at you with a searching gaze, trying to figure out whatâs going on in your head.
âYou can move Dex - ohhhh, oh fuck.â He drags himself out slowly before pushing back in, giving you a chance to feel the entirety of him. He watches it go in out, ears twitching with the sound of your slickness and the squelchy glide of you taking it all.
Heâs shuddering already, hips rocking steadily at first - just trying to let you adjust, to let himself adjust, soaking up the sensations of the warmth and the softness and wondering how in the hell he ever lived without feeling you like this.
His imagination can not, will never again compare. Not even a little.
It quickly becomes frantic, because your fingernails start leaving these little scratches down his biceps and the sting is too good, and his hips start bucking at a pace that begins shaking the bed frame.
Youâre stuck with an open mouth, eyes already threatening to close and heâs envious of the ceiling and the way youâre staring at it so he grips your chin - pulls your face back down so he can look at you.
Heâs so fucked out. Blotchy pink skin, the crinkles by his eyes doing overtime and the lines in his forehead deepening with each furrow and twitch of his eyebrow.
His breaths are ragged, vocal, and when you make eye contact and you feel the intensity of everything all at once, like a massive wave of emotion, and surrealism crashing down on you.
Because heâs so heavy on top of you, deliciously heavy and heâs in between your legs and inside your body and you have the want to reach out and wrap your arms around him but heâs too big and this position makes it hard.
Plap plap plap.
The sounds are loud now, his hips connecting with the back of your thighs and his heavy balls smacking against the crest of your ass - you cry out to him, pleads that are just sounds but somehow he knows exactly what you need. He always does.
âShh, I got you, right thereâs good hmm? F-f-fuck, ahhh.â Heâs groaning in your ear, nuzzled himself in the crook of your neck and shoulder and now you can wrap your arms around his neck. He smells sweet from the shampoo, salty from the quickening perspiration and his skin is hot and rough against the side of your face.
Itâs downright humiliating, the sounds leaving you, the reaction your body is having. Itâs nothing short of angelic to him, and heâs so giving - only putting himself in a position where he canât watch whatâs happening because you want to hug him while he fucks into you like this.
You canât see much over the hulking mass of his back, just flashes of his ass from the way his hips are pistoning in and out.
Itâs really a small, unconscious thing. Your fingertips glide over the raised, smooth pink scar protruding from his spine. Itâs a gentle graze, just the pads pressing into it enough for your nails to kiss it.
Dex loses his mind.
The sound that rips through him is animalistic, primal and hungry and distraught. His whole body lurches, and then heâs coming back up for air and looping two big arms around each thigh while he puts your knees to your chest.
You grip the bedsheets and heâs quick to take your hands and place them on his big chest, to encourage your touches, the scratching the wanting, the all consuming desire plaguing you both like an incurable sickness.
âYou just - youâre p-perfect baby, oh god youâre perfect.â He says it like itâs painful, sweat dripping down the side of his face, cocooning in the cusp of his scar and curving around his jaw.
âI canât - dee-eep, youâre so deep Dex.â Each word is hiccuped by a thrust, and between your legs is surely a mess. Warm, hot even, soaked and sticky. His face contorts, head cocking to the side like heâs listening with real and true empathy.
His voice is even more saccharine, not mocking but understanding, because heâs the one so deep he feels the outline of your cervix against the mushroom tip of his dick.
âI know, I know honey.â He gets as close as he possibly can, lips barely ghosting yours and youâre craning your neck to meet him. To press a plush, hard kiss to his mouth and his tongue is quick to find yours. To tell it hello, to taste it.
âYou can do it, ohhhhmygod, already taking me all the way. Thatâs it, thatâs it.â He encourages, presses his forehead to yours and you make the mistake of peering down, of seeing just how good heâs fucking you with your own eyes.
Heâs disappearing over and over again with strings of his precum and your arousal connecting the two of you in a sticky haze.
He feels your insides pushing, your belly is tensed and your eyes are having trouble focusing on him again. So he curves his hips, ruts into you deep and his pubic mound grinds against your clit in the process which makes you pulse even harder around him.
He knows youâre close, can feel it and see it and the way your jaw drops a little further spurs him more.
âLike this? Gonna cum for me?â
Itâs a series of questions pulled out with great effort despite their simple nature, because heâs barely hanging onto his own sanity.
You nod ardently, pulling his hips closer each time he leaves your body and returns. Heâs too fucked out to do anything other than keep going, exactly as he is because he needs you to finish around him.
Itâs the same precision he has with targets, the accuracy unwavering and absolute in the end goal.
It flutters from between your thighs and then throughout your body, centered inside of you with a crushing intensity, the blossom of your ending.
Youâre crying out his name with breaks in your voice that heâll remember forever, thighs trembling fiercely around his waist with the urge to close from the pleasure while your walls quiver and contract.
Itâs a string of âcumming cumming youâre making me cum.â And he praises you all the while at the same time - âyeah, yeah let go for me. Thatâs it, fuck, all for me.â And itâs hearing those whimpers, those soft sobs in his ear and your hot puffs of breath that sends him right over the devastating edge.
The thrust is final, sealing. He will never be the same, and he understands that as he releases into you, balls aching and tensing and then ropes of his spend being pumped into you with short staccato thrusts.
âI love you I love you, god, fuck I love you.â It sounds painful, like heâs never said something so honest. He grunts viciously, grips at the sheets cause he doesnât want to hurt you with his hold.
You cling onto him while your orgasms ripple through your bodies, and heâs all tensed muscle and beads of sweat and a mirage of a normally composed man. Youâre reduced him to crimson skin and tears in the corners of his eyes and ragged breaths.
Youâre both shaking when he decides to pull out of you, he shutters from the way you squeeze around him as if you donât want him to go. And truthfully he wants to sit there for as long as youâll allow, but heâs heard itâs not good for you and he wants to get you cleaned up as soon as possible.
But he has to press his mouth to yours first, inspect your face for any signs of discomfort, a quick gaze over your body for any possible bruising - but youâre the perfect picture of bliss. A smile of content on your pretty lips, your limbs loose.
âDex,â youâre broken from the post sex haze, eyes suddenly serious, expression more concerned that heâd like considering what you two have just done - you pull his mouth to you again, kissing over and over and over like it might be the last time ever.
His heart starts skipping beats, like maybe he missed something. Yeah, of course he kisses you back because heâd rather lose a limb than deny you of that, but his mind starts reeling until you provide an explanation.
âWhat is it? Are you okay? I didnât hurt you did I?â Heâs taken aback, content nonetheless because your lips are forgiving and warm and pleading. He sees now that youâre searching his eyes, till theyâre locked in on his irises like youâve found what you were looking for.
You break away and hold his face, nuzzle your nose against his searing cheek. He swallows hard when you take a deep breath to speak.
bf!dex who looks way too pleased with himself when you get angry enough to hit him.
you two make a very disfunctional couple, that much could be said. you patch him up from knife and bullet wounds more often than you go out on dates, and you're constantly arguing about dex's obsessive, infuriating need to keep everything in your life under his control.
on particularly bad fights, you make him grovel for days.
dex will mostly spend them chasing you around your apartment while you pretend not to notice the hulking mass of a man stalking you around every room, an inevitable presence you couldn't get rid of even if you tried. he says i'm sorry and please talk to me and i'll do anything while you try your best to remain unphased, even if the undeniable lack of remorse in his voice only fills you with even more rage.
one day you turn on your heels and slap him across the face.
it's a sudden, sharp crack that echoes around the room like a gunshot. his head turns to the side and stays there, because you struck him hard enough for dex to freeze like that for a moment before he blinks once in surprise, tongue moving inside his mouth to poke the inside of his cheek.
you can see it in him, the change that happens when dex registers the sting and the heat that starts spreading across the side of his face, the shape of your fingertips painting his skin a crimson red. his mouth curls then, lips tugging into a smile as his eyes flutter closed to savor the impact.
you make a disgusted sound, and because you're still pissed, even more mad now than before you realized you can't even hurt him without his deranged brain turning it into this, you snarl: "what the fuck is wrong with you?"
dex only laughs in response, seemingly pulled out of his trance by the sound of your voice. it's the first time you've spoken to him in hours, and something inside him hums in satisfaction at finally earning back your attention, even if you're still scowling at him with an intensity that would make a lesser man feel the urge to bolt.
to dex, though, the only thing worth registering is that he has your eyes back on him once more, your touch back where it belongsâon his skin, burning across his cheek as physical proof.
he reaches out to grab your hand, fingers enclosing around your wrist and lifting your arm with enough gentleness to make you hesitate upon the thought of pulling it right back, then guides your palm to lay flat against the other side of his face.
"i'll let you take it out on me all you want, we both know i deserve it," he says, soft eyes fixed on yours despite the haze of rage still clouding your vision. "but if you really want to hurt me, then you'll have to hit me harder, sweetheart."
Working Out: Dex coming home horned up after a workout.
The Whetstone: Dex kills someone for you. You deal with it.
A Bet: A handsome stranger makes a bet with you, and you're the prize.
Wet Spots Guide: Pure smut with Dex.
Only A Touch From You Will Do: Dex always counts down the minutes until heâs home again. Until he can breathe again. Until heâs back in your arms again.
Are You Okay: Dexâs girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out sheâs just sick.
Intrusive Thoughts: A bit of Dex's sadism shows through despite his best efforts.
The Offer: Due to your reputation as a renowned criminal psychiatrist, you're assigned to a difficult patient at riker's island. during a session, he makes an offer that tempts the boundaries of your professional curiosity.
Cry For Me: Edging Dex until he breaks LETS GOOOOO
Bad Idea: You wake up one night to a familiar knocking on your window.
I Can See You: You shouldâve known Dex would have unusual ways of keeping an eye on you.
Just A Joke, Right: You ragebait Dex for fun.
Pretty Privilege: The start of yours and Dexâs relationship.
Random Blurbs
Dex is a munch
Benjamin Poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic
Benjamin Poindexter as your boyfriend
Dex who will absolutely perish if he doesnât eat you out
Jealous FBI Dex
Are requests still open? If yes, would you consider writing about rage baiting dex hehe. Something that makes him jealous or something. Reader just wants to get reactions out of him lol
Just a joke, right?
Benjamin Poindexter x gn! Reader
warning: ragebaiting, jealousy, fluff
A/N: LMAO I had so much fun writing this. Heâs definitely falling for the ragebait. Like imagine telling him a guy is waxing you. There is just no way he is staying calmđđ Hope you enjoy this<33
Dex was terrifyingly smart in almost every situation. He could predict someoneâs movements before they even made them. He noticed little details nobody else would ever catch. His instincts were sharp enough to make most people uncomfortable after five minutes around him.
But somehow, the second jealousy got involved? All intelligence disappeared. And you loved it.
The two of you were sitting on the couch in his apartment late at night, your legs thrown over his lap while some boring movie played quietly in the background. Dex wasnât even watching it. He kept absently dragging his fingers up and down your calf while staring at the screen with that distant look he got whenever he was too focused on you to process anything else around him.
You noticed it immediately.
The slight tension in his jaw every time you shifted closer. The way his hand tightened automatically whenever you laughed at something. Dex always acted calm on the outside, but once you learned him, really learned him, it became almost too easy to tell when he was spiraling internally.
Which unfortunately for him made teasing him way too fun.
You looked down at your phone. âUgh. I forgot I have that appointment tomorrow.â
Dex hummed distractedly. âWhat appointment?â
âThe waxing one.â
His hand paused against your leg for half a second before continuing again. âThought that was next week.â
âIt got moved.â
âMhm.â You bit back a smile already. He sounded normal now, but you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Dex noticed details like dates and schedules without even trying. It was honestly terrifying sometimes.
You kept your tone completely casual. âI just hope I donât get the same guy again.â
This time his hand stopped completely. Slowly, he turned his head toward you.
âThe same what?â
You looked up innocently. âThe same guy.
Complete silence.
The movie kept playing in the background while he stared at you with an expression that could only be described as deeply concerned.
âWhat guy?â
âThe waxing guy, Dex.â His entire face changed immediately. Not dramatic at first. Just subtle enough that most people probably wouldnât catch it. His shoulders stiffened slightly. His eyes narrowed a fraction. His jaw locked.
But you noticed. Oh, you definitely noticed.
âA man does that?â
You shrugged. âYeah.â Dex blinked once like his brain physically rejected the information.
âA manâŠâ he repeated slowly.
âYeah?â
âWaxing you.â
You almost laughed already at the disbelief in his voice. âThat is generally how appointments work, yes.â
Dex looks at you for another long second before leaning back against the couch cushions with an expression that looked genuinely offended on your behalf.
âNo.â
You bit your lip. âNo what?â
âNo man should be doing that.â
âOh my god.â you let out a small and quiet laugh. Oh heâs definitely falling for it.
âIâm serious.â
You turned more toward him now, fully entertained. âDex, itâs literally his job.â
âI donât care.â The immediate response made your stomach hurt from trying not to laugh.
He ran a hand through his hair roughly looking back at you again, visibly irritated now.
âWhy would you even book that?â
âBecause I wanted to?â you ask him, acting like he just asked you why the solution of 1+1 is 2.
âWith a man?â
âYes, Baby. Society survived.â He looked personally attacked by your sarcasm. Then you made the fatal mistake.
âWell, his nameâs Daniel, and heâs actually really sweet.â The room went dead quiet. Dex stared at you.
âYou know his name.âYou lost it a little at the way he said it. Like you betrayed him.
âYes?â
âYou know his NAME?â
âHeâs a person, Dex.â duhâŠ
âNo.â You laughed harder while he sat there looking genuinely disturbed by this information.
âHe talks to you?â
âYes baby, Iâm not sitting there in silence like Iâm being interrogated by the FBI.â
His eyes narrowed immediately. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means we have conversations.â
âOh my god.â You could physically watch the jealousy spread across his face now. It was incredible. Dex looked like he was trying to calculate how acceptable murder would be in this situation.
âHe sees you naked and talks to you?â
âMostly he complains about traffic.â
âThatâs not helping.â
You grinned innocently. âHe says Iâm one of his favorite clients.â
His head snapped toward you so fast you almost laughed again. âHe said that?â
âMhm.â His jaw clenched visibly. You could practically hear his internal screaming. The funniest part was that he genuinely didnât realize you were doing this on purpose yet. He was completely falling for it.
âInterestingâŠâ you hummed thoughtfully. âMaybe he just likes seeing me.â
Dex sat up immediately. âOkay, no.â
You finally burst into full laughter at that.
âNo?â
âNo.â His voice sharpened instantly. âAbsolutely not.â
âOh my god, your face right now-â
âThis isnât funny.â
âItâs a little funny.â
âYouâre enjoying this way too much.âYou were, actually. Mostly because he got so weirdly possessive without even meaning to. He tried so hard to act composed, but the second another person, another man, got involved where you were concerned, he completely unraveled.
You leaned back into the couch cushions with a smile. âI mean, if you were flexible enough, you could do it.â
That sentence broke him. Dex froze for one long second before narrowing his eyes at you suspiciously.
âWhat does that mean?â You shrugged casually. âNothing.â
âNo, explain.â
âYou just donât seem very flexible.â He looked offended immediately. You both know exactly that he is the quiet opposite.
âI am flexible.â
âOh really?â you ask teasingly.
âYes.â
You raised an eyebrow. âCan you even touch your toes?â
His expression darkened instantly. âThatâs not the point.â
âSounds like somebody canât touch their toes.â oh my god he is the perfect candidate to ragebait.
Dex leaned forward suddenly, grabbing your ankle and pulling you closer until your legs tangled with his.
âI can absolutely touch my toes.â
âMhm.â
âYouâre being annoying on purpose.â
âMaybe.â He stared at you for another second before realization finally hit him. A slow dangerous look crossed his face.
âYour smile gave you away instantly. Dex groaned loudly, dropping his head back against the couch dramatically while you laughed beside him.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âYou make it too easy.â
âI was genuinely considering hunting this man down.â That only made you laugh harder. Dex turned toward you again, still annoyed, but now there was amusement underneath it too. His hand slid around your waist automatically, pulling you against his side.
âYou knowâŠâ he muttered, ânormal people donât psychologically torture their partners for entertainment.â
âI think itâs cute when you get jealous.â
âI donât get jealous.â You gave him a look. Be so forreal now..
He sighed heavily. âOkay. Maybe a little.â
âA little?â you repeated.
âYou said another man was looking at you naked. What reaction did you expect from me?â
âThe exact one you gave me.â
He narrowed his eyes. âYouâre evil.â
âBut you like me.â his expression softened immediately despite himself. That happened every time. No matter how irritated or jealous or grumpy he got, the second you smiled at him like that, he melted a little.
âYouâre lucky Iâm obsessed with you.â he muttered.
Your grin widened. âObsessed?â
The second the word left your mouth, he realized what he said. His ears turned slightly pink immediately.
ââŠDonât start.â
âOh my god.â you laughed. âBenjamin Poindexter, THE Bullseye, has a crush on me.â
Summary: Dexâs girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out sheâs just sick.
Warnings: 18!+ mentions of sex, swearing, pre-Fisk!Dex, FBI!Dex, stalker-ish!Dex, mentally ill!Dex, comfort fic, loving!Dex, mentions of sickness and flu/cold.
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She was so incredibly cold; withering in her comfortable bed where it was supposed to be warm and cozy.Â
Although she was cold and her body shivered, sweat gathered all over her skin. A headache kept on persisting to survive, not allowing her a minute of rest.Â
A wet cough erupted from her cracked lips and her body began to ache more.Â
The sun shining through the window hurt her eyes, adding to the discomfort.Â
With a grumble y/n drew up the blanket over her head and hid herself from the rising day.Â
âFuck me,â a hoarse murmur came out of her.Â
The phone kept buzzing and vibrating somewhere in bed, her throat stung like hell, and she could barely take a breath; and she was just so tired, y/n thought.Â
So incredibly weighed down by the sicknessâby a common cold.Â
âFuck me.â
The phone kept buzzing every few minutes or maybe it didnât? Maybe she was deliriously out of it all, who gives a shit at this point?
With a heavy sigh y/n tried to fall into a deep sleep but only managed to close her eyes and pretend to sleep.Â
Fifteen minutes passed.Â
Maybe thirty minutes?
Her tired eyes and mind kept on conjuring interesting images: some sort of fiery field, a farmers market, Dex in clothes he would never wear.Â
High fever, y/n though. She snuggled deeper into her blanket and pillows, relaxing into its soft embraceâ
At first she did not hear anything, but her body stiffened; an off putting feeling coursed through her body. Only after a few minutes her body caught up to the soudâbanging.Â
What and where eluded her still. But it was persistent⊠and followed by muffled sounds.Â
The next set of bangs was more aggressive, it made y/n sit in her bed. Hair wild and sticking to her damp skin, she had to brush it off of her faceâthe banging continued.Â
Her eyes darted all over the bedroom, to the closet door, to the curtained windows, she even leaned down to look under the bed.Â
Y/n neared the conclusion it must be coming from outside of the bedroomâprobably the front door.Â
âUgh,â y/n flopped back into the bed and hoped it would go away⊠but maybe Mrs. Smith is in need of help or Siennaâs daughter?
âFuck me.â
Y/n moved around on the bed struggling to lift herself up, eventually managing to untangle herself from the blanket and the pillows.Â
Slowly and very painful, hands leaning for support on walls and furniture, y/n managed to near the door.Â
And by then the banging has stopped; she lingered for a few moments, then looked through the peepholeâ
Dex.Â
Oh.Â
He looked⊠pale and sweaty, and frantic, and scared, and angry. What the hell happened, she thought. Quickly undoing the locks Dex installedâhe kept saying that it is easy to break in, you need better locksâshe swung the door open and both of their frantic eyes met.Â
âWhatâs wrong,â y/n began to say, voice gravely and breathy.Â
While at the same time Dexâs raised voice reached her ears, âWhere the fuck have you been?â
âWha?â
âWhy havenât you been answering me?â
âHuh?â this was very confusing for her, everything was so overwhelming. With the back of her hand y/n wiped her nose, âI didnât hear you calling.â
His eyes lingered over her form, the anger usually made him not as perceptive of the outside world, but now he noticedâthe runny nose, the hard breathing, the hoarseness in her voice. She was sick, and he came to the worst conclusion imaginableây/n was fucking some other man.Â
Anger and fear always made him experience tunnel vision. Dex came here to confront his lover, maybe beat the living shit out of a guy, but all he found was his lovely girlfriend pale and wobbly on her feet.Â
âIt doesnât matter,â he whispered and extended his palm to her waist.Â
âYouâll get sick,â y/n tried to reason with Dex. With his hand gently wrapping around her waist, Dex stepped into the apartment and locked the door. Quickly he took off his shoes and straightened to look at her.Â
âWhen did you get sick, hmh?â he was gentle with her now, all the worry and doubt left in the hallway. Dexâs hand gently enveloped her waist, bringing y/n into his chest.Â
âYouâre gonna get sick,â mumbled y/n into his clothed chest.Â
âI donât care,â his other hand came up to caress her hair.Â
She was sweaty and sticky, the smell was quite awful, too, Dex thought. If it were anyone else, he would probably ignore them or tell them to fuck off. But this was not just anyone, he was holding the world in his armsâhis North Star.Â
He would bear this mess, Dex would not shun her out just because y/n was unfortunate enough to get sick.Â
With his cheek pressed against the top of her hair Dex spoke, voice soft and tone warm, âYou should have called, sweetheart. How long has this been going on, hmh?â
Dex felt her shrug. âA day or two.â
He knew exactly for how long, because after she finished work Friday evening, y/n did not contact him. Dex thought she was fucking some other guy, but the reality was his precious star was sick.Â
He forgave her for Friday, Dex knows she likes to take long baths and read for hours on end. Or maybe she had a migraine or a headache. One evening was not the end of his world.Â
The app on his phone informed him that y/n was in her apartmentâso, Friday night Dex worried but did not come to any solid conclusions.Â
But he kept checking the app every ten minutes.Â
On Saturday, he did not receive any calls or texts from her. His pulse picked up, thoughts darkened, and the picture frames that held her pictures were taken off of the walls. Not shattered or broken just yet, Dex tried not to overreact. At the moment, he just couldnât look at her face.Â
But her location did not change; y/n was still at her apartment. So, Dex waitedâbut not as patiently as the previous evening.Â
Early Sunday morning he texted her first:
Hey, are you okay? I love you, i can help with whatever :)
No answer. Usually, y/n was glued to her phone; a reply would reach him in minutes, even when she was working or reading.Â
After an hour there was still no reply.Â
Dex tried again:
Are you home? Can I come over, im worried about you.Â
Still nothing.Â
He texted some more and then began to call her. Dex mustâve called y/n ten times before deciding to just come over.Â
His mind was a strange thing, Dex himself did not even understand it fully. His North Star was not answering him, and his only conclusion was she must be with another man. He was sick, Dex knew it, but not once did he think that maybe y/n was in trouble or unwell, or even laying dead in her apartment.Â
Tunnel vision did not allow him that; she was fucking another man, and that was final. And she was doing so in the same bed that the two of them made love, the thought sickened him even moreâangered him.Â
They never fucked, that was a conversation Dex initiated. He wanted to love her and dote on herâhe always wanted to make love to her. Even when she misbehaved and he had to remind her of how to be his good girl. Even when their lovemaking sessions were rough and Dex used her body to pleasure himselfâit was still love making, because he loved her, and y/n loved Dex.Â
But now all of it melted away, as soon her body was enveloped in his, Dex forgot the imaginary man and the frustrations eased out of his body.Â
âYou need to shower, it will make you feel better, yeah?â Dex encouraged her, he could feel her face shaking against his chest.Â
Dexâs arms tightened around y/n. âIâll comb your hair and make you something to eatâand you will go take a shower.â
This time it wasnât a suggestion but rather a demand. He couldnât allow himself not to take care of herâsweaty and unclean, a shower will help her feel better. It would rinse off all of the perspiration, the warm water would ease her muscles.Â
Her head shook again.Â
âItâs not up for debate,â said Dex and lifted her up, one hand under her knees the other around her back, and carried her to the bathroom.Â
Carefully setting her down on the warm tiles, Dex rummaged through the drawers looking for the hairbrush.Â
âYou should have called me or texted, I would have come over,â he said softly.Â
Y/n turned to him, body now leaning against the tiled wall.Â
âDid I not text you?â y/n asked quizzically, voice hoarse.Â
Y/n sounded exactly the same after the first time he fucked her throat; Dex smirked at the memory. That was a good day, he thinks, and quickly is brought back to reality after his eyes lay upon the brush.Â
Turning around to face her Dex motions for her to turn her back to himâher hair.Â
âNo, you didnât,â his voice was tight, he was displeased she did not inform him but could he really blame her? Maybeâjust a little.Â
His fingers worked through her hair, untangling the bigger knots and only then beginning to brush it.Â
âI thought I did,â Dex heard her mumble.Â
âItâs okay, now. I was just worried.â
âYou could have come over as soon as you began to feel that something is wrong,â y/n offered gently.Â
âI didn't want to intrude on you or invade your space, sweetheart,â he leaned into her and placed a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She was sticky and salty, Dex did not mind it.Â
Of course, that was a lie. He wanted to force himself into her space all day everyday. She was an individualist, y/n enjoyed spending time alone, but god Dex hated that trait of hers. All he wanted to do was be with her day and night, touch her constantly, know every minute detail about her day and plans. And she⊠she was closed off, y/n would inform him of going out and such, but never in much detail.Â
Y/n thought that her life was her own and Dexâs belonged to him. But the reality was, her life was Dexâs. He often followed her around, nothing excitingâwalks in parks, reading a book on a bench, thrift shopping. Sometimes he would let her go alone, sometimes Dex did not want to spend an hour outside a bookshop waiting for his North Star to explore all of it and still not buy anything.Â
âYou never intrude, baby,â she tried to sound soft but a cough interrupted her. He did not mindâhe was a man not a fucking pussy, he served in the military, Dex has seen more gore in his life than mostâa wet cough erupting form the chapped lips he wanted to kiss was no problem at all.Â
âOkay,â Dex said and put the hairbrush on the counter, his other hand running through her oily hairâhis large palm pressing into the back of her head and slowly moving downwards caressing her hair.Â
âTake a shower, Iâll make you something to eat.â
He planted one last kiss on her neck and left the bathroom.Â
Her apartment wasnât bigger than his, although it had more personal items and furniture, it was more colourful than Dexâs. He had a couple of photos hanging on the wallsâmostly of his North Star, a few pictures of the both of them, and from his days at the hotline.Â
The kitchen was a mess, the living room was a messâDex glanced into the bedroom, it, too, was a mess. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a kitchen chair.Â
Dex started with the kitchen, cleaned it up and washed the dishes, he was quick. He never liked dirty places or messes, especially where one eats. But he would forgive her this time, y/n was sick. Quickly moving around the kitchen he found a pot and heated some water.Â
Y/n taught him how to make brothâquick, easy, and delicious. Dex put a couple of cubes of vegetable bouillon, chopped some vegetables he found in her fridge and left the pot to simmer.Â
He bought the same bouillon she used, truth be told his apartment held many things she used and likedâthe sauces, the bouillon, the chocolates she enjoyed and the chips she swore she would die for.Â
Her personal items littered his bathroomâit was an organised mess, she told himâbut every time she would leave his place, Dex would pack all of it into the spacious makeup bag he bought her.
Her living room was just a mess, no organisation. He cleaned it up, the wrappers and the empty cups. This, he could not forgive her, this mess was made days before y/n fell sick.Â
Then Dexâs attention was drawn to the bedroomâthe shower was still running, he still had time. His lingering gaze was set on the bed, sheets crumpled and stained with sweat. To Dex, it looked like a mess after sex, the thought irked him, and he began to remove the dirty sheets.Â
The phone in her bed caught his attention. It was so close to her, yet she did not text or answer him. Quickly snatching it he unlocked itâpasscode the year they metâhe did not mean to snoop, it was instinctual for him now. He had done it so many times with her permission and without it, with her knowing and without her knowing.Â
The phone unlocked and the first thing he saw was their messages, and the usent message y/n typed out:
Geting sick, idont think we can hang iut this wknd :,((
His heart ached for her, his poor North Star, so tired she couldnât even hit send. He will apologise to her in his own way, Dex thinks. After she is well and healthy, he will apologise for something y/n doesnât even have a clue about. A nice dinner date, a velvety jewellery box, and y/n as a dessert. Yes, heâll need to apologise to her on his knees, as is appropriate.Â
Dex continued with the task, finding the clean sheet in her closet, he made quick work of itâDex tried but he could never understand why y/n needed this many pillows.
He asked once, y/n said for snuggling, Dex replied you have me, she laughed yeah, but when you're out being FBI Benjamin Poindexter I snuggle the pillows. He did not understand the appeal.Â
The water stopped running and he was still three pillowcases away from completing the task. Her skincare is detailed, Dex thought, he still had time. And by the time she emerged from the bathroom, the apartment was cleaned up and aired out. Of course, it did not meet Dexâs expectations but he did the best with the time he had.Â
âNooo,â y/n whined, âyou did not need to do any of this.â
Her hands motioned to the apartment and a breathy cough caught her off guard. Dex stepped up to her, hand gently brushing her back. With little force he began to manoeuvre her towards the kitchen table.Â
âYouâll get sick,â she coughed into the elbow.Â
âI wonât,â Dex murmured and drew out a chair for her. âSit.â
Y/n did as told; Dex liked when she listened, it made things easier for himâeasier to control the scene.Â
âMade broth, just the way you like,â Dex informed y/n while ladling the soup into a small colourful bowl. âHow do you feel, sweetheart?â
Y/n cleared her throat and nodded, âBetter.â
âGood.â
Dex gently placed the bowl and a spoon in front of her, and went back to pour himself some.
âItâs hot,â he reminded her, y/n hummed and leaned back into the backrest of the chair.Â
âWhat were you so worried about?â her hoarse voice pierced the comfortable silence.Â
âHmh?â
âYou looked frantic and scared at the door, what happened?â
Dex set the bowl on the table and sat in front of y/n. The spoon in his hand began to swirl the contents of the bowl, eyes gazed upon it.Â
Dex did not want to tell her the truth, that he thought that y/n would stoop so low as to cheat rather than talk it out with Dex. Â
âI was just⊠worried about you,â Dexâs gaze finally meets hersâred and watery. âI should get you some medicine, what do you have at home?â
âUmmâŠ,â she scratched her chin, âIâm not sure, you can check, itâsââ y/n turned and pointed to one of the cabinets.Â
Dex stood up and aimed for it. He took out the plastic box and rummaged through itâhe did not find anything useful. Old cough syrup, empty bottle of Advil, and gauze.Â
âDidnât I tell you to buy more stuff for your emergency kit?â
âDid you?â y/n asks him shyly.
âI did. You have nothing, Iâll need to go to the pharmacy,â he pushed the box away from himselfâas if it offended himâleaving it on the kitchen counter and returned to the table. âIâll go after we eat,â Dex informed her.Â
âThank you,â a small whisper left her lips. She began to swirl the spoon in her soup, blowing on it to cool it.Â
âWhere do you think you caught it?â Dex asks casually, but it wasnât. He wanted to know if she went out somewhere or met someone he wasnât aware of.Â
âProbably work,â she sighed and began to blow on the spoonful of soup, âDan brought in a kid on Monday. You know, kids are like vaults full of bacteria and shitâŠâ
âMhm⊠Dan? Heâs the one that drops you off after work sometimes?â
She shook her head and took a spoonful of the soup, then hummed, âOh, this is delicious, thank you, Ben.âÂ
The smile on her face almost made him forget what she just negatedâalmost.Â
Dan⊠if not the old grandpa, with a wife of forty years, who occasionally gave her rides home, who the fuck was he?
âHeâs a new guy. Before, we called Daniel Dan, now we call him just Daniel, and the new guy Danâbecause thatâs his full name,â she explained slowly, in between taking sips of the broth.Â
âAh,â he nodded, âis he nice? Dan, I mean.Â
He saw y/n shrug. âI donât know, we donât really work together, most of my projects are with Daniel. But the kid seemed polite, so at least he can teach the kid some manners.â
Dex hummed in agreement.Â
Dan, a new player on the field. Heâll need to look into him. It irked Dex that she didnât tell him soonerâor maybe it was for the best, he would have come here with the intention to kill Dan.Â
They ate in comfortable silence. Y/n felt better, a shower can do wonders for body and mind, she thought. Having Dex here also uplifted her spirits; he cleaned up her apartment, he cocked for herâhe came in to check on her. It felt nice to be loved like this, Dex always took care of her. He would always plan things in advance, which she liked, he would always take care of the details and such. Y/n never had to worry much while being in a relationship with Dex. He always took good care of her.Â
And once again, he cleaned the dishes and made sure the kitchen was clean.Â
Dex instructed y/n to go rest in the bed while he went out to buy medication for her; she obliged. Her body was still very much in pain, her mind and eyes tired. He kissed her forehead goodbye, in return earning another youâll get sick that he did not pay much attention to, and made his way towards the door.Â
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The next time y/n woke up it was much darker outsideâthe sun had set alreadyâand a firm and warm body was pressed against her back.Â
She smiled to herself and leaned into his embrace; one of his hands was under a pillow and the other atop her hip. His hot breath hit the back of her neck and, usually, that would bother her but she did not mind it when it was Dex.Â
Her eyes fluttered open and were met by a beautiful bouquet of tulips on the windowsill.Â
Dexâs hold on her hip tightened and she closed her eyesâenjoying the peacefulness of the evening.Â
fbi!ben poindexter has this bad habit of referring to you as his. it comes off weird to outsiders, occasionally, because you obviously aren't an object to be owned; you know, though, he doesn't mean it like that. in his mind, it's an equivalent exchangeâhe's as much yours as you are his.
my girl, he introduces you to colleagues sometimes. my perfect baby, he breathes into the space between you at night, sweat-slicked chest pressed to yours. so good to me, for me. in the mornings, while cooking breakfast: my pretty girl sleep well? mine, mine, mine.
and then, other nights, he's begging you to say it back, pleading for you to acknowledge that he belongs to only you, pressing your hands to his neck 'til your fingers wrap around it and euphoria fills his veins and you lean down to kiss him and call him yours. when he's bored, maybe at the checkout queue in the grocery store, or waiting in his car at a red light, he presses kisses to each of your knuckles, murmuring something against them you never quite seem to catchâi'm yours. my benjamin poindexter, you say once, in passing, and he's always hated his name, but he's just so flustered, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink, and just this one time, just this once, he might be okay with it.
or he overhears you talking to your friends when he's working in the other roomâhe doesn't mean to, really, he's just attentive, a good boyfriendâand you say you don't know how you got so lucky; you don't deserve your beautiful boy, and his brain short-circuits, because how dare you say that first part, and what did you call him? you don't make the correlation, though, that night, when he's somehow even more devoted to you than usual, telling you how obsessed with you he is, his gorgeous, gorgeous girl. must be a little pent up, you think, but you don't know how wrong you are.
after the events of s3 you don't expect him to come home, of course not. who walks out of that?
your boyfriend, apparently. much stronger than the last time you saw him, twice as builtâyou don't know what to expect from ddba!dex. he's obviously different, because that shit back there changes you, and not always for the better, right?
and yes, he's still your boyfriend, whether you're single or dating someone or you have a ring on your fingerânot that it matters much, because if there is someone, he'll take care of them before he comes back home to you. neither of you will have to worry about them anymore.
and you're his girl, after all; even if you're scared or horrified or disgusted by his actions, you'll find yourself completely uncaring by the end of the night, when he's holding you in a headlock, firm bicep pressing into your airway and his chest pushed up right against your back. you're in tears, overwhelmed by everything you're feeling, everything you know is wrong (he's an escaped convict, for heaven's sake), and his breathless words are low and urgent in your earâwho do you belong to, c'mon, say it, that's right, my good girlâ
and maybe he's a little scared that you'll still leave him after this, maybe he's gone too far. but you're lying under him, boneless, and his arms are braced on either side of you, and you push yourself up on your elbows (with considerable effort) and say, if he's still really yours, won't he kiss you again? and he smiles the biggest he has in a while, because he knows he wonâand with you, he always will.
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