Thinking about Fbi!Dex who is so clingy and touch starved and yet, too shy to ask for.
He's pathetic. He presses himself against you when you're cuddled up in bed and starts rubbing and grinding against your inner thigh without a shred of remorse. Whimpers escape his mouth and are muffled by the hollow of your neck as you feel his tears on your skin.
"Please don't go~" he begs, stammering. "Stay a little longer," he says, dragging out the words in a trembling voice, his face still buried in your neck, his hips pressing against you steadily but haphazardly.
"Honey, at some point I have to get out of bed," you say as you feel his hardness through his underwear and a wet patch forming at the tip.
Dex mutters something incomprehensible as he tightens his grip on your belly and his hips kept grinding with more insistence, hungry for physical contact. He's starting to act like a spoiled brat.
And so you had to stay until he finished what he started and came in his boxers with a muffled moan against your neck.
Other times, the two of you were sleeping with your back pressed against his chest and his arms wrapped around your waist and stomach; that's when Dex would start rubbing against your clothed bottom, trying to create friction.
"Mmh.. Dex..?" You say sleepily in a husky voice.
Dex's face is pressed against the back of your neck as he hums and thrusts, stuck to you like glue, as if he really wants to break through the layers of fabric and penetrate you properly. When he doesn't respond, you sigh and do what you usually do.
"Wait, not like that," you stammer, dragging out the words.
You help Dex by moving your knee slightly upward on the mattress as if you wanted to bring it to your chest. Dex hums, confused, thinking you wanted to move away, and unconsciously tightens his grip on your hips in fear. You, on the other hand, reach behind you and hook your fingers under Dex's knee to lift it and place it over your leg, around your waist, giving him better access to your clothed intimacy.
"There you go.. now move"
He doesn't need to be told twice. Dex moves against you again, this time allowing you to push deeper. You hum with satisfaction, your eyes closed, as Dex moans and babbles against the back of your neck. You begin to mimic his slow rhythm, and your hips start to sway together, back and forth like a ship on the waves, united and throbbing as one.
"Mmh.. yesss" you whisper
You feel Dex's hard member hit against your clothed center, sending a shiver through your stomach. He, meanwhile, is starting to whimper, his breathing slightly rapid, trying his hardest not to come too soon. But his thrusts become erratic. The perfect, rhythmic sway you two had been enjoying is broken by the force of his hips hammering like a nail into a wall.
Without warning, you feel his hips jerk violently and a hot sensation near your buttocks. Dex comes with a pitiful groan. His body goes soft like putty and he begins to sob, tears soaking the skin at the nape of your neck.
"Shhh, you did well," you said as you placed a hand on his thigh and massaged it. You noticed him shudder.
"Thank you... thank you..."
That's all he repeats like a mantra as his breathing calms down
I'll just leave this here and slowly back away... (while working on some requests)
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