♡· WHAT YOUR CAMERA ROLL WOULD LOOK LIKE IF YOU WERE DATING BENJAMIN POINDEXTER

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♡· WHAT YOUR CAMERA ROLL WOULD LOOK LIKE IF YOU WERE DATING BENJAMIN POINDEXTER
FBI Dex would probably hump the mattress while eating you out and end up cumming pathetically in his boxers.
Ddba Dex would probably make you rub your clit against his boot while looking down at you with a smirk, telling you how your frustrated face is the cutest thing he's ever seen.
hot and bothered
nsfw content — sweaty sex, sweat kink yes, dex eating you out, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, grinding, nipple stimulation, riding, cream pie, messy, dex is clingy, there is a p!link hehe, do not be fooled by the word count cuz this is very porn without plot
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the sun seemed to be in a particularly bad mood. it felt like you were on a free trial for hell. and to make your lucky day even better, the air conditioner wasn’t working properly.
dex had really tried to fix it. he’d spent a good portion of the afternoon messing with it, checking everything he could think of, only to eventually admit defeat.
so your only option was to use the electric fans. which... weren’t helping much either. they were moving the air around, but they couldn’t actually make the room any cooler. you’d even turned one toward the window, hoping to push some of the trapped heat outside and get fresher air in. it was stupid. absolutely stupid.
your apartment was on a high floor, directly beneath a roof that had spent hours absorbing the afternoon sun. the heat had seeped through the ceiling and settled into the apartment, making every room feel stuffy and oppressive. the fan could only circulate that same warm air.
you were in hell.
your only savior was the little handheld fan in your palm, which was probably one exhausted motor away from dying. it wasn’t cooling the apartment either. of course it wouldn’t. it was only pushing enough air across your skin to make the heat slightly more bearable.
the heat also meant dex hadn’t been getting much physical affection from you. in your defense, it was hot. cuddling would suffocate you. and apparently, dex took this personally.
“you haven’t touched me all day,” he complained from beside you. he sat there looking just as miserable, his skin damp with sweat.
you continued fanning yourself. “dex, it’s very hot.”
“you’re avoiding me.” his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“i’m avoiding your body heat,” you answered quickly.
“that’s the same thing.”
“no, it isn’t.” you shook your head.
“feels like it.” he shrugged, stubbornly. “baby, please. just sit close to me.”
you glanced at him from the corner of your eye. “and get hotter?” you gave him a sarcastic little nod.
dex only sighed. then he moved closer anyway. his skin touched yours. you immediately looked at him, ready to complain about how sweaty he was, but then your eyes wandered.
oh god.
his biceps were glistening with sweat, the sheen making every line of muscle look more defined. his white tank top was damp too, clinging to his chest and shoulders. it wasn’t helping. neither was the way he smelled.
he was sweaty. warm. fresh from sitting in the oppressive heat for hours. and somehow, instead of pushing him away, you found yourself unconsciously pressing your thighs together.
dex rested his forehead against your shoulder. he placed a few small, lazy kisses against your skin, seemingly content now that he’d finally gotten what he wanted. his hand settled on your thigh. his fingers squeezed gently before relaxing again.
then he rested his nose against your warm skin for a moment, angling himself toward the little stream of cool air from your handheld fan.
you watched him quietly. it was so hot that you could feel everything. the fabric of your clothes against your skin. the damp strands of hair sticking to your neck. the warmth lingering beneath your skin. every little touch seemed magnified by the heat.
and dex’s hand was still resting on your thigh.
his eyes slowly drifted to your chest. you weren’t wearing any bra under your tank top. he could very clearly see how sweaty your fucking tits are. the middle of them glistened with sweat. his mind got pretty much occupied with the thought of just licking that sweat off your skin. he stopped himself from those thoughts with a kiss moving up to your collarbones.
which wasn’t enough. neither of you was particularly composed anymore.
his lips went higher and higher up your neck until they reached your jaw. and before you could even think further, before you could stop yourself from experiencing this moment, you turned off your hand fan and placed it down. his lips reached yours. you immediately kissed back. it was a messy, sloppy kiss.
his hands went to your hips, placing you on his lap. he pressed your body closer until you were pressed against him, controlling your hips to grind on him so he could feel your nipples rubbing against his chest.
he groaned into the kiss as he felt your hardened nipples. you started undressing each other until both of you were fully naked.
just like how he was thinking earlier, he licked a long strip from your chest down in between your tits, tasting the salty sweat off your body. his tongue didn’t stop there. it kept going until he was kissing your sweaty pussy. oh, he absolutely loved that. you could very much tell from how he growled before putting his mouth over it, giving it a harsh suck that made your legs wrap around his neck.
he was eating you out really hungrily. the scent went straight to his brain. something that seemed to control him, making him eat you like it was the last meal on earth. add in your own wetness from the heat and the arousal, and he’s got a mess he can drown in. his nose rubbed against your slick skin while his tongue flicked against your cunt, licking long strips that earned loud gasps from you and a tug on his hair.
then, with just a few more strokes of his tongue, you finally came undone. soaked and trembling and slick with his spit, your own juices, and all that glorious sweat. his chin and lips came away soaked and shining. even then, he still couldn’t stop. you had to whine and push his head away because he kept on licking you through it.
“dex- gosh…! dex- wait- ” you panted hard as you closed your legs and moved his head away. he gave a few last gentle laps before completely pulling his mouth from your pussy to give you a break.
when you finally had enough breath, he ate you out some more, making you cum three times before he even fucked you.
you’re on top of him, letting you take the lead as... well... a little something for eating you out until your legs were shaking.
his cock was so hard and he hadn’t been using it because he was too busy making you feel good.
he held his breath as you slowly slid his cock inside you. his thighs clenched and the grip he had on your hips tightened. a grip he was trying to loosen but couldn’t. as soon as he fully entered you, “oh... fuck…” he let out a deep exhale that he’d been holding back. his head fell back into the couch. he licked his lip as he closed his eyes. “you’re so warm, baby.”
then you started bouncing up and down on him. slowly but deeply. your hands running down his body. both of you were sweaty because of the hot air the electric fan was still blowing. the back of your thighs were slippery against his skin.
when you got tired, he took care of you. really good care. adjusting his position to a better angle and widening his thighs to fuck you better. pulling you against him and kissing your forehead before slamming his hips up and down under you. fast and hard. it earned continuous wet slaps of your skin against his. you couldn’t keep a sound from escaping your mouth. you kept on moaning, whining, cursing, whimpering, and whatever else you could let out.
dex was breathing hard and moaning deeply while still giving sweet kisses on your face and licking the sweat off your skin.
the orgasm builds slowly for both of you. your clit is swollen and sensitive, and every time he presses against it, the friction is almost too much but just right. he pulled you closer to him for a hot sloppy kiss. you breathe into each other’s mouths, sharing the same air and moaning into each other’s lips.
a few strokes later, his cum spilled inside you with a grunt. you came at the same time. whining against his skin as you buried your face in his neck. biting down on his skin as you clenched around him.
as you both calmed down, panting hard, his cock stayed buried inside you. just feeling each other throb while your walls clenched around him. both of you ended up much more sweaty and warm.
maybe sweaty hot sex is one way to cope with this hellish sun heat.
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really enjoyed writing this especially since i live in a tropical country 😭
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thinking about dex coming home
imagine him coming home from a long day as bullseye, killing task force or stalking his next kill and such. you’re there waiting for him just like he’s been imagining all day. sitting on your couch scrolling on your phone or reading one of the books dex got you. but that’s all forgotten when dex walks in because you rush him as soon as the door shuts.
“dex, you’re back! are you hungry? i made you some food and i’ll heat it up for you?” you pull away from the hug as you talk to scan him for any injuries. dex has a habit of not saying anything about them in an effort not to worry you, which ends up worrying you anyway, but he’s just staring at you softly during your health check. staring softly, but so intensely because it’s been much too long in his opinion. so many hours of you here and him out there. he can’t describe to you how it feels to be away from you. it’s like breaking something and then putting it back together wrong. he’s out doing things but he can’t fully focus or even breathe because you’re not there. he thinks about you all day. of course, he can and does check on you constantly. tracking your movements on his phone or just following you from the other side of the street. you’ve never noticed him which is half the reason he feels the need to follow you! if you don’t even notice your boyfriend following you, how would you notice anyone else? but no need to worry angel, dex is there. always.
you look up at him when he doesn’t answer your question and he inhales sharply at the eye contact. he’d been so lost in his thoughts of you he hadn’t answered you.
“dex?” there’s a tone of questioning in your voice but not really. you’ve grown used to dex seemingly ignoring you in favor of staring at you.
“i missed you doll.” it’s low and almost grunted out. like he hasn’t spoken in hours.
“i missed you too, dex. wanna eat?” you try your best to redirect him but he just shakes his head and drops it to yours.
“do you mean it?”
“mean what?”
“that you missed me.”
you brows furrow slightly and you frown a little. you try to pull back a little to look at him a little better but his hands come up to hold you still.
“do you?”
“yes. yes, of course i do, dex. i always mean it.” your voice is light and you’re smiling softly now, leaning forward and pecking his lips. once, twice, three times before giggling a little and wrapping your arms around his neck.
“do you mean it, dexy?” you bite your lip as you look up at him. you’re teasing him and he chuckles at that realization before nodding and walking you backwards.
“of course i do, doll. i always mean it.” you laugh a little at him repeating your words before you hit the couch and fall down on it, pulling him with you. he lands right on your chest and sighs deeply.
“i did good today, angel. ten of fisk’s task force.” you smile at dex’s little report. he’s never very detailed with them but you find them cute nonetheless.
“that’s good, dex. very good.” he smiles and grunts at that. another deep sigh flows out of him at the silence. but it’s not the buzzy distracting silence he’s used to. it’s your silence. peaceful silence. the silence he’s been waiting for all day. it’s the you he’s been waiting for all day.
“what did you do today, doll? tell me.” he keeps his voice soft and low. not wanting to disturb his peace. “well, i didn’t do too much! i did a quick run to the cafe and bookstore across the street. you remember the new one that just opened?”
“mhm.” of course he remembers. he remembers everything he does with you. but he also remembers seeing you there today. he may or may not have been sitting in the cafe as you were walking into that little bookstore.
“yeah, well i went there today! it has a better selection than when we first went, we should go back again, dex.” you look down at him expectantly, as if there’s even a possibility of dex refusing you. he simply nods at you, “we will, love.” seemingly happy with that response you go on with the retelling of your day and dex just nods and mhm’s at you as you tell him things he already knows.
licking dex’s cheek scar mhm mhm
you’re shaving dex’s face in the bathroom, sitting on the counter while he stands in front of you. he just stares at you while you work, holding his hands on your waist. he adores your focused face. the way you care makes him feel loved in a way he hasn’t in a long time.
you finish up and wipe his face with a towel, patting as gently as you can. dex is incredibly particular about his body care—and everything else in his life—and you imagine it comes from a mixture of his military background and ocd, so you do your best to appease him.
but then you see his scar. it’s deep and jagged. completely healed despite looking like it was cut yesterday. it’s always fascinated you. it was the first thing you noticed about dex when you met him.
dex smirks at your staring. you do this so often, just staring at his scar.
“sweetheart, you’re staring again.” you look up at his words and smile sheepishly.
“sorry–”
“you don’t need to apologize. i like it.”
“–you know i like your scar, dex.”
you smile at your overlapping words, leaning closer to his face. dex returns your smile, starting to close his eyes as you get closer. but his eyes fly open when he feels your tongue on his cheek, slowly licking a big stripe over his scar.
dex lets out a deep laugh, dropping his eyes down to yours that look up at him as you lick across his scar.
“it seems i’ve underestimated how much you like my scar.”
“mmm stop talking dex, you’re moving it!” you giggle and go back in for another lick. he laughs again before stilling his face and sliding his hands down from your waist to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“is that enough fo–?”
he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you bite the scar hard.
he hisses, “minx.”
Hot stuff with Dex
He's so big somebody hold me BACK
easssssy white chocolate ...
It's not even funny anymore I need that man
when Dex figures out you have an oral fixation he starts like, offering himself up to you at any given opportunity. you’re laying in bed together and he wraps his arm around your neck with his bicep tucked up against your mouth. you’re sitting against his chest on the couch and his fingers come up to brush against your lips. he’s still too nervous to ask for it out loud but he’ll try to bait you into it.
he just loves it when you show your desire for him in strange ways. like yeah actually he does want to be cannibalized by you. you can crawl under his skin and live there forever. you can cut a piece of his hair off and keep it in a locket around your neck. just please love him more strangely and intensely than anyone else you have ever loved before.
you come home crying one day and he just flat out asks “do you want to bite me? do you want to suck on my fingers? :(“ and he’s sooooo sincere. he knows it’ll make you feel better, like offering a pacifier to a child. and you know what. yeah. yeah I do want to chew on him. put your fingers in my mouth now.
ugh i live for oral fixation with dex #bringbackfingersinmouth!!!
so so love sick for dex !! every time i feel like i can’t fall in love with him anymore, the complete opposite happens !! i’m falling in love with him more and more everyday !! <3
no thoughts except how good fbi!dex looked, like ughhh, imagine pulling him in from his belt, and toying with his badge, and his graying hair, and his sad eyes, and how good his arms look when he keeps them crossed UGHHHH