you're lying on your back, legs bent and lifted high. dex stands between them as he lifts them over his shoulders. your knees press against the solid warmth of him as he adjusts your calves draped along his broad frame. he pushes forward into you. slowly dragging his cock inside you inch by inch. the stretch is unreal. he fills you completely, the angle of your legs on his shoulders allowing him to sink deeper than ever before.
every inch makes your body twitch and shake. his hands flex against your thighs where they rest on his chest, thumbs rubbing into the soft skin to ease the pain. a breathy gasp escapes you as he bottoms out. your back arches instinctively off the surface beneath, toes curling at how utterly deep you feel him. dex's chest rises with controlled breaths above yours, muscles taut with restraint even as his cock pulses inside you from sensation.
you look up at him with half-lidded eyes, your mind hazy from being previously overstimulated. dex looks back at you with eyes filled with hunger, his jaw is tight and you can see your own slick dripping from his chin. you can tell he's trying to hold back a grunt, teeth clenched hard as his fingers aggressively dig into your skin. your walls are pulsing tight around him, not letting him go. soon after, dex starts picking up the pace.
you're completely lost in the pleasure, whimpering loud each time he hits that one spot. you hear him groaning above you. you hear the skin slapping harshly in the dark room while the bed creaks. dex watches carefully and intensely the way your chest moves up and down. then his eyes move to your fucked out face - mouth agape, eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped tightly around the sheets. he feels his dick twitching at the sight, he also feels your pussy clenching in response and his head rolls backwards with a loud grunt.
"fuck..."
dex curses himself - holding back on his orgasm. usually he'd last until you were finished but tonight you're especially tight and he's incredibly deep and all he can think about is cumming inside you. your head is hitting the headboard, the room is turning so loud you're starting to feel embarrassed but all you can focus is dex and the way his cock drags in and out of your cunt. he looks mesmerizing from above - broad shoulders that are keeping you steady, large biceps flexing as they hold your legs, face red and scrunched in pleasure.
it takes just a few more hard thrusts for you to finally reach the climax. you feel the sounds of skin slapping getting sloppier and wet. your mouth hangs completely open, eyes shut tight, eyebrows pinch up together - you feel almost dizzy from the orgasm, seeing stars. dex had been waiting for you for such a long time that he follows right after. you feel the warmth spreading all over your body as he comes apart on top of you. strong arms holding him up on the either side of your head for a second before completely collapsing over you breathless, still inside.
i really really wanna write one loooooooong dex oneshot with vigilante!reader - enemies to lovers and some action and smut obviously. it's been on my mind for such a long time now but i feel like ppl don't like vigilante reader as much <\3 lemme know anyone!
i really really wanna write one loooooooong dex oneshot with vigilante!reader - enemies to lovers and some action and smut obviously. it's been on my mind for such a long time now but i feel like ppl don't like vigilante reader as much <\3 lemme know anyone!
the house has been quiet all evening. you keep finding little things to do because if you stop moving for too long, your mind goes right back to him. every time your thoughts slowed down, his voice came back just as sharp as it had been yesterday.
every sentence landed exactly the way it had when he said it. every accusation. every bitter question. every cold look that made you feel like he had already decided you were guilty before you even opened your mouth.
you had only been talking to someone your own age who happened to ask you a question while you were waiting outside. you laughed once because the conversation was awkward. you never even thought twice about it until shane appeared.
you could still remember the way his face changed the second he saw you. his jaw tightened before he even reached you. he barely let you explain. he asked who he was. why you were smiling like that. why you looked so comfortable standing there.
you answered every question calmly, but it never mattered. the calmer you became, the angrier he looked. it wasn’t about what happened anymore. it was about the picture he had already built in his head.
then he said things you couldn’t forget. that maybe you wanted someone younger because they made more sense than he did. that maybe he had been stupid for thinking you were different. that maybe he was the only one taking whatever this was seriously.
you remembered staring at him because none of it sounded like the man you knew. every sentence hurt more because you could hear that he believed it while he was saying it. it wasn’t calculated. it wasn’t meant to be cruel just for the sake of it. it came from somewhere ugly inside him, somewhere built from fear instead of reason. unfortunately, knowing that didn’t stop it from hurting.
when you tried to tell him he was wrong, he laughed. you had never seen him look so angry and so scared at the same time. so you asked him to leave and neither of you called afterward.
you sink down onto the couch and pull your knees closer without thinking. your phone has been sitting beside you all day. every notification makes your chest tighten before you realize it isn’t him. part of you wishes he would text.
another part hopes he never does because you don’t know what you would even say. you keep replaying everything, wondering if there was a better answer you could have given, a better way to calm him down, until you catch yourself doing exactly what you’ve been trying not to do - blaming yourself.
a loud knock cuts through the silence. your heart jumps before your brain catches up. you wait until you hear the knocks get louder.
“I know you’re home.”
his voice is muffled through the door, but unmistakable. you walk to the door before you can convince yourself not to.
"I don't want to fight again, shane" you exhale. your own voice surprises you. it’s quieter than you expected.
"I jus' wanna talk, baby." his voice is lower as another minute passes. "I'm not leaving."
your hand rests on the handle for several seconds. you could still send him away but you unlock the door nevertheless.
the door opens just enough for you to look at him. he looks exhausted. his hair is a mess like he’s run his hands through it a hundred times. there are dark circles under his eyes that weren’t there before. he looks like someone who hasn’t slept properly in a while.
“can I come in?” his eyes meet yours. you study him carefully - his shoulders aren’t tense anymore, his hands stay at his sides, he isn’t demanding anything, he just looks tired.
“I don’t know.”
shane nods once like he expected that.
“I’m not here to fight.”
you think to yourself for a minute before stepping aside. he walks inside slowly like he’s afraid one wrong movement will make you change your mind. the door clicks shut behind him and the room somehow feels smaller. he stays standing instead of sitting down.
shane looks around for a second before focusing on you again.
“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say all day.” the words come out rough. “I said things I can’t take back.” he swallows and continues hesitantly.
“I wasn’t trying to explain myself yesterday. I wasn’t trying to understand you. I was angry and… I wanted you to feel as bad as I did.” his eyes don’t leave yours.
his eyebrows pull together tightly while his jaw clenches hard enough that a muscle jumps near his cheek. he doesn’t blink for several seconds after saying it, almost refusing to hide from your reaction because he knows you deserve to see him own it.
“the second I walked away…” he lets out a slow breath and shakes his head. “…I hated myself.”
you’ve been holding yourself together by staying emotionally distant, but hearing him admit it breaks something loose. your eyes flicker away from him before returning again. your lips part as though you have dozens of things to say, but nothing comes out at first.
you fold your arms across your chest - not because you’re angry anymore, but because you need something to hold onto. your fingers grip your own sleeves tightly enough that your knuckles pale.
“you hurt me,” your voice is quiet.
the second the words leave your mouth, his eyes soften with regret. his eyebrows lift slightly in the middle, giving him an expression that’s painfully vulnerable. there’s no defensiveness left in him.
“you accused me of something I never did,” you say quietly, your voice steady even though your throat feels tight.
as you continue, your composure starts slipping in tiny ways rather than all at once. your breathing becomes uneven. every sentence comes after a pause because you’re forcing yourself not to cry before finishing it.
“you stood there and looked at me like I had betrayed you, I kept trying to explain, hoping you’d hear me, but you weren’t listening-"
your eyes keep drifting toward the floor whenever the memories become too vivid. when your voice cracks, you immediately press your lips back together.
"it felt like every bit of trust we’d built just disappeared in a few minutes." your voice is wobbly, and you turn around to avoid looking at shane in the eyes.
behind you, you hear the couch creak. for a second, he doesn’t move any closer. you can almost picture him where he is, hands hanging uselessly at his sides, staring at your back while trying to decide whether he has any right to touch you after everything.
still, seeing your shoulders shake ever so slightly is enough to make something inside him give way.
“sweetheart…” he says quietly. his voice breaks on the word. you keep your back to him, blinking hard, swallowing against the tightness in your throat.
shane stops just behind you. close enough that you can feel his warmth, but far enough that he isn’t crowding you.
“can I…” he starts, then stops himself. he closes his eyes for a second before trying again. “can I hold you?”
your lips press together, you don’t trust your voice so instead, you give the smallest nod.
slowly, carefully, one of his arms slips around your waist. the other comes up a second later, resting lightly across your stomach. he pushes you against his chest with hesitation, like it's the first time he's done this. even after you’re in his arms, he doesn’t pull you tightly against him. he lets you decide how much of your weight you want to lean into him.
the second your back touches his chest, he exhales. his forehead lowers until it rests gently against the side of your head.
“I’m sorry,” shane whispers. his voice is rough, barely louder than his breathing. his arms tighten just enough to let you know he’s there - enough to keep you from leaving if you wanted to.
"I should've listened." he doesn’t know what else to do with all the regret sitting inside him. without thinking, he turns his head to press a soft kiss into your hair because he doesn’t know any other way to tell you how deeply he regrets hurting you.
his embrace grows just a little firmer when he feels your hands finally come up to rest over his forearms.
your fingers curl around his sleeves without thinking, holding onto the fabric as if you’re trying to ground yourself. you can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing against your back.
“I’m still hurt.” you let out a quiet breath. shane's arms tense for the smallest second.
“I know.”
you slowly turn around inside his arms until you’re facing him. his hands fall away immediately to give you room, but they never leave your sides completely, hovering there for half a heartbeat before settling lightly against your waist.
his eyes search your face carefully, trying to understand what you’re about to say before you even speak. you reach up and gently cup his cheek. he closes his eyes for just a second, leaning into your hand before catching himself.
“I forgive you.” you stroke your thumb lightly across the stubble along his jaw. "not because I want to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“I forgive you because you’re here and I know you're trying." you say quietly, your voice steadier now, your eyes staying on his instead of dropping away.
shane's grip shifts slightly, one hand sliding up your back, the other staying steady at your waist, grounding himself.
you study him for a second longer, searching for anything that feels uncertain but you just see regret, exhaustion and guilt.
you lift your hand from his face and gently brush your fingers through his hair. it makes his eyes close again, just for a second, like the touch is something he didn’t realize he needed until now.
then your arms wrap around him and shane doesn't waste a second to pull you in tight.
“I love you,” he whispers, his voice warm against your temple.
“I know.” you smile into his shoulder. “I love you too.”
the apartment is quiet except for the steady sound of rain tapping against the windows. it’s one of those rare mornings where everything feels slow enough to breathe, but frank is still dead asleep, stretched across the bed with one arm thrown over your side.
you’ve barely seen him all week. too many nights spent waiting up for the sound of his boots outside the door, too many mornings where his side of the bed had already gone cold before you woke up. now he’s finally here, and somehow he’s sleeping through the whole day.
you brush your fingers through the short hair at the back of his neck.
nothing.
“frank,” you mumble, nudging his shoulder. “c’mon.”
all you get is a low, annoyed grunt as he buries his face deeper into the pillow. you smile to yourself. “you’re ignoring me.”
“m’not,” he mutters, voice rough with sleep. “you’re just… talkin’ too much.”
“I missed you.”
he doesn’t answer right away. instead he blindly reaches for you, finds your wrist, and tugs until you lose your balance and land against his chest with a laugh. one heavy arm wraps around your waist immediately, holding you there like you’re not going anywhere.
“frank,” you complain, even though you’re smiling. “I was trying to wake you up.”
“bad idea.”
“it’s noon.”
“don’t care.”
his eyes stay stubbornly shut, brows pinched together in that little frown he somehow wears even while sleeping. you poke his cheek.
“you’re grumpy.”
"shut up.”
the words would sound harsh from anyone else, but they’re followed by the softest kiss pressed against the top of your head without him ever opening his eyes. you melt against him.
after another quiet minute, you whisper, “I really missed you.”
this time he sighs, the kind that seems to leave every ounce of tension behind.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs. “missed you too.”
his hand lazily rubs circles against your back before settling there, warm and steady. within minutes his breathing evens out again, already drifting back to sleep. you stay exactly where you are, tangled up in his arms, deciding the day can wait too. for once, you have him home, and that’s enough.
while everyone else mistakes your quietness for disinterest, dex catches the tiny things - the way you lower your eyes when someone compliments you, how you linger just outside conversations before slipping away, how your voice gets softer when you’re nervous.
he secretly loves being the only person who gets to hear your real laugh. around other people it’s quiet, always hidden behind your hand, but when you’re alone with him it slips out freely. every single time it happens, he pauses for just a second, watching you with the smallest, barely noticeable smile.
“…there it is,” he murmurs.
your shyness makes you hesitant to ask for affection, which means dex learns to read you instead. he’ll notice you hovering nearby while pretending to look at something else, the tiny glances you keep stealing at him, the way your fingers fidget with your sleeves. without a word, he’ll open one arm. you shuffle over almost immediately, resting against his side. “…better?” he asks. you nod into his shoulder. “mhm.”
he finds your tendency to hide behind him endearing. crowded streets, loud environments, unfamiliar people - you’ll unconsciously drift until you’re standing just behind his shoulder. after a while, he starts shifting slightly to make room without even thinking about it.
because you’re so reserved, every little sign of affection from you means everything to him. if you reach for his hand first, if you lean your head on his shoulder without being prompted, if you quietly mumble, “I missed you,” when he comes home - it stays with him for days. he doesn’t react in the moment, but later that night he’ll pull you just a little closer while the two of you lie in bed, silently replaying those moments in his mind.
your shyness means you’re constantly apologizing for taking up space. dex hates it. every time you murmur, “sorry,” for something insignificant, he gently interrupts. “don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” eventually he starts placing a finger beneath your chin whenever you apologize unnecessarily, making you look at him until you smile instead.
dex has spent most of his life hiding every genuine emotion he has. you wear yours all over your face without realizing it. he knows exactly when you’re excited because your eyes brighten before you even smile. he knows when you’re anxious because you start twisting your rings. he knows when you’re trying not to cry because your lips press together just a little tighter.
“I can hear you thinking.” he says.
“…how do you know?”
“because I know you.”
one of the first things dex notices is that you instinctively make yourself smaller. when a waiter accidentally gets your order wrong, you smile and say it’s fine. when someone interrupts you, you simply stop talking. it bothers him more than he’d ever admit. after watching it happen one too many times, he starts speaking before you can. “she ordered the tea, not coffee.” his voice is calm, almost detached.
you glance up at him, surprised. afterward, you mumble, "dex, you didn’t have to.”
he looks at you for a second. “I wanted to.”
he loves when you hide your face in his chest after he compliments you. at first he thinks you’re embarrassed. then he realizes you’re smiling too much to look at him. from then on, he starts whispering compliments just to feel you curl into him. “you’re beautiful.” you let out the tiniest groan, face disappearing into his jacket. he rests his chin on your head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
there are times when your quiet nature worries him. after everything he’s experienced, silence can make his thoughts spiral. if you spend too long lost in your own head, he’ll glance over more often than he’d like to admit. “you okay?” he’ll ask. every single time you smile softly and answer, “just thinking.” only then does the tension leave his shoulders.
he never tries to change your personality. if anything, he protects it. he knows the world constantly expects louder, bolder people, but he likes that you’re soft. likes that your words are carefully chosen instead of rushed. likes that your kindness isn’t performative. one night, when you apologize for “being too quiet,” he looks at you for a long moment before gently taking your hand. his fingers intertwine with yours. “it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
you’re soft in every way he isn’t. where his voice is blunt, yours is hesitant. where his gaze is intense, yours is quick to drop. when strangers make eye contact, you smile politely. dex studies them until they look away first. the funny part is that you balance each other perfectly. people approach you because you seem approachable. they leave you alone because they eventually notice who’s standing beside you.
your boots slam against the rooftops, each landing sending a jolt through your aching legs. rain-slick concrete threatens to send you over the edge with every jump, but you don’t slow down. behind you, heavy footsteps follow relentlessly, close enough that you can hear the man’s ragged breathing.
“come on…” you mutter, launching yourself onto the next building with a stumble. your shoulder clips the ledge, fingers barely catching the edge before hauling yourself up.
suddenly, a sharp metallic shing slices through the night. the footsteps stop behind you. you freeze, chest heaving, and slowly glance over your shoulder. the man chasing you crumples onto the rooftop without another sound.
another soft metallic swing echoes somewhere above. you look up just in time to see a familiar figure step out from the shadows, casually twirling a bloodstained knife before resting it across his shoulder.
“you looked like you had it handled,” dex says, lips twitching with sarcasm.
“…dex, I almost died.” you blink at him, still trying to catch your breath. a tiny pout pulls at your lips, making him let out the quietest huff of a laugh.
“aw,” he murmurs as he walks over. “don’t make that face.”
"you could've done that ten minutes ago!" you cross your arms, still pouting. “you waited.”
“for a dramatic timing, sweetheart.”
“…I’m actually mad at you.”
“oh, yeah?.” he slips an arm around your waist anyway, pulling you against his chest. “you’ll get over it.” he cups your face in his large hand and squeezes your cheeks together, planting a soft kiss on your lips.
been so depressed and hopeless last few days, going through the most miserable time of my life and i don't have anyone to talk to because i keep pushing people away because i can't explain what's wrong with me so i'm jus rotting in my bed until it gets better
i'll be back to writing soon though, thank you everyone for all the support - we're reaching 600 followers which is absolutely crazy and 25k likes which is even crazier!
the metallic of his belt buckle hitting the floor makes your stomach flip. you're lying completely bare underneath shane, as your hands fidget against his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt nervously. your breath hitches as you hear the rustle of fabric - his pants sliding down his hips - and suddenly your heart is pounding in your ears. every nerve feels hypersensitive.
the air shifts as shane’s weight settles more fully over you. his breath ghosts across your lips, uneven and warm, like he’s trying to steady himself too. his hands slide up your sides slowly, calloused palms tracing every curve like they’re memorizing you.
shane looks at you - dark eyes softening the moment they met yours. he saw the nervous flutter in your chest, the way your fingers still gripped his shirt because of how fast things were moving. without a word, he brushed his thumb gently over your cheekbone before pressing a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth.
shane gave space without leaving completely - his other hand reaching out to tuck loose hair behind your ear.
"you okay?"
shane waited, his thumb still resting lightly against your cheek. the silence between you wasn’t awkward, it was full of something softer and fragile. when you didn’t answer right away - just kept breathing him in, heart thudding too loud for your own comfort, he smiled.
after you nodded nervously, shane’s lips trailed down your throat. each one sent a shiver spiraling through you. then he paused just below your jaw, his breath warm against the sensitive spot where your neck met shoulder and asked again.
“are you sure you want this?”
his voice was low - laced with concern and restrained at the same time. his lips moved slowly down your throat - soft, warm kisses that made every nerve in your body tingle. each one sent a shiver through you. you could feel his breath as he spoke, his teeth grazing ever so lightly over your collarbone before placing another kiss just below it.
his hands stayed gentle: one resting at your waist while the other curled softly around yours, fingers intertwining. when shane finally lifted his head to look at you again - his eyes dark with want but still so tender.
shane’s breath hitched the second you whispered "yes," it lit up something inside him.
his lips crashed back onto yours, starting soft, but the second you parted your mouth for him, he took it deeper. his upper lip pressed firmly against your bottom one as his tongue slipped forward to explore.
his hands moved everywhere at once: one cupping the side of your face to tilt you just right while the other roamed down your body - over shoulders, across ribs, squeezing gently at your waist.
at last, shane held your jaw again and made you look up at him. his thumb slowly grazed over your lip as he stared at your expression with half-lidded eyes. slowly, he separated your lips with his finger - you obliged and opened your mouth for him, wrapping your puffy lips around his thumb.
shane kept staring as he adjusted his posture and pressed the tip right at your entrance, gathering up all your slick and rubbing at your clit. you took a deep breath in as you felt your walls pulsing, face flushed, feeling vulnerable because he wasn't letting you look away.
"suck." shane whispered and slowly pushed his tip inside you. you whimpered at the stretch as you started to move your tongue around his finger.
you felt as he dragged the rest of his cock deeper in your cunt and it felt like an eternity has passed before he bottomed out. completely forgetting about the thumb, your mouth opened up against your will, eyes closing and feeling overwhelmingly full.
shane kept staring and staring at the way your expressions changed every second, he twitched at the sight of your face filled with pleasure. his thumb moved again and this time he pressed it down your tongue, spreading your own saliva around. he felt the way your walls squeezed at his actions and groaned roughly, jaw hanging down.
after a minute, shane had to snap out. he slowly dragged his cock backwards and slammed it back inside the you again, spreading your legs wider and reaching the deepest parts. you moaned out louder as tears prickled up at the corners of your eyes. he was big and overwhelming. shane continued thrusting in and out of you. you felt him pressing his pelvis hard against your clit each time he grinded.
shane's thumb left your mouth and reached your wrists, softly wrapping his large hands around them. "shane..." you moaned out, completely drunk off his touch as he pinned you down. he stared at you even longer - at the way your lips stayed slightly parted after that sound escaped, the flutter of your eyelashes as they shut tight from sensation, how your eyebrows pinched together just above them.
shane’s cock slid in again - slow, steady. each thrust pushed deeper into warm, tight heat. his hips rolled, filling you completely, then pulling out before pushing back in again. your walls clenched around him instinctively - fluttering with every movement like they were trying to hold onto him even as he withdrew slightly. every time he entered again, the pulsing grew stronger and made his breath hitch each time.
"squeezing me so tight… fuck." shane’s voice came out rough and raspy, strained with pleasure as he exhaled the words through gritted teeth. each deep, slow thrust sent waves of sensation through him. your walls kept fluttering around his cock - soft pulses that hugged every ridge and length.
his hips didn’t speed up, still moving with that same heavy, slow rhythm. deep strokes that made the bed creak faintly beneath you. each time he pushed in, his pelvis pressed gently against yours, adding to the fullness. now his breathing had changed - low groans slipping out between kisses on your jaw and temple when he dipped down to them. your head lolled back against the pillow as a moans escaped you.
his arms were tense, muscles flexing as he braced himself slightly over you - supporting his body. every moan you made went straight through him. that breathy sounds you made lit something primal behind his eyes. he kissed your neck again between thrusts, open-mouthed and wet, nipping lightly at skin before soothing it with a swipe of tongue.
shane’s gaze dropped - dark eyes tracing down your body until they landed on the subtle rise of your lower stomach right where his cock disappeared into you with each thrust. he could see the slight swelling, the soft movement as he pounded inside. without breaking the rhythm, shane lowered one hand and pressed it flat against your belly - fingers splayed wide over warm skin and gently pushed down as if trying to feel himself from outside.
"feel how deep I am?" his voice was low, thick with lust. shane kept his hand pressed there, feeling the faint movement beneath as he continued to thrust slowly. each time he pushed in deep, that subtle swell under his touch grew more pronounced. when he pulled back the dip returned. it was mesmerizing for him, watching himself move inside you felt so intimate and real.
"you take me so good, baby." shane leaned down closer, lips brushing your ear before whispering again. his voice curled around each word and made goosebumps rise on your arms.
inside, you felt completely stretched by shane’s slow, deep rhythm. every time he pushed in, you felt a wave of warmth that spread through your core. your breath hitched with each thrust, your heart pounded from emotions. you felt desired in a way that made tears prickle behind closed eyes.
as shane kept moving, the tension in your body grew. walls clenched around him stronger than before. your whole body arched subtly off the surface beneath, back tensing as waves of release crashed over every nerve.
shane felt it - the way your body suddenly tightened around him in little confused pulses. like you were feeling something new and overwhelming without fully understanding what was happening. your moans changed, they grew higher, more desperate.
"shane…" you whimpered his name first - shaky and uncertain, like asking for help. "oh… oh my god…" a flood of heat and pressure coiling low that you’d never felt before. your hips twitched slightly on their own, trying to press closer even though shane was already deep inside. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.
shane didn’t stop when your body tensed - eyes rolling back, lips parting in shock as the first real orgasm of your life crashed through you - he kept moving. his hips stayed deep, thrusts never breaking rhythm even as he felt you clench around him tight.
then his thumb moved. without missing a beat, shane reached down and circled your clit with pressure, firm but careful rub that matched his pace. your breath came out in short gasps now, moans turning high-pitched. "fuck- shane!" each cry barely controlled as waves of pleasure slammed into you.
if anything, his touch grew bolder and more assure as you came harder than ever before. your body arched off him completely, back bowing slightly as pleasure overtook every nerve. your moans were loud, unfiltered cries. tears spilling freely down the sides of your face from how intense it was.
shane watched you unravel with awe in his eyes, his cock still moving and twitching inside, his thumb still circling.
"that's it, baby… you did so good," he whispered, breathless. shane’s voice was hoarse. "so fucking beautiful like this…" praise poured from him in between kisses. his hips finally lost their slow control. the sight of you - glowing, teary-eyed, shaking from the aftershocks broke something in shane. with a low groan deep in his chest he came inside you hard. hot pulses flooded into you as he buried himself completely inside without pulling out even an inch.
soon after, his hand slips beneath the blanket, finding yours without looking. your fingers lace together automatically, fitting like they’ve done it a hundred times before. he rubs his thumb across your knuckles in slow, lazy strokes, his breathing evening out with every passing minute.
“c’mere.”
you smile and settle closer, your cheek resting over his heartbeat. he exhales, long and content, wrapping both arms around you like he has no intention of letting go for the rest of the night.
dear followers, should I write for COD at some point? I uuused to be super into price and konig and ghost but it's been a long time- if anyone's into it lemme know and I'll get to work!
dex leans down, one hand holding your jaw to tilt it up. large palms cupping your cheeks with pressure. he doesn’t let you look away.“eyes on me," he growls. your body feels overwhelmingly full - each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you as he keeps pounding into that perfect spot. your lips part on a shaky moan - high-pitched and helpless as the pleasure crashes through you.
your eyes roll back for just a second before his voice snaps you back to reality. “be a good girl n' don't make me repeat myself,” he demands as you try to speak but another moan slips out. dex suddenly pushes into you harder, changing the angle completely. tears prickle at the corners of your eyes from how full you feel - how much sensation is flooding every nerve.
finally, your eyes, still glassy from tears and overwhelming pleasure, lock onto his. they’re hazy, unfocused as you force yourself to hold his gaze like your life depends on it. you don’t dare blink too long. don’t even consider glancing down or away because the moment your eyes start to drift, he notices instantly - his expression flickers with mild disapproval.
tears start sliding free at the overstimulation, the fullness is unbearable in the best way possible. dex's dark eyes are full of hunger and danger. the eye contact alone sends shivers down your spine. your body tenses suddenly - every muscle locking as the climax rips through you like lightning. a loud, unrestrained moan tears from your throat, raw and unfiltered. you stay locked onto him with pupils dilated, lips slightly parted from uneven breathing.
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