𖣠 his sweet North Star. part 2.
you noticed things went missing in your home, and you realized that you may have a stalker. you decided to act on it, and took matters in your own hand, but of course, your stalker wasn't very happy about it, so what did he do?. ⋆˚࿔
˖ ᡣ𐭩 warnings • 18+ MDNI • obsession, stalking, Dex spiraling out - he's very mentally ill, mentions of suicide, murder and death, panty-stealing, (male) masturbation, lots of sex, unprotected p in v, oral sex (f&m recieveing), Dex becomes even more of a creep! he's also still very pathetic, y/n is lowkey a freak (a dom at times if you squint), softdom!dex also sub!dex sort of, slight manipulation, name calling (b*tch), headlock fucking (Dex is sort of choking you).
genre • smut, slow-burn, female!reader x benjamin poindexter, no mentions of y/n's appearance, daredevil s3
word count ◇ roughly 47k, proofread by @tw1l1ghtsyringe (make sure to drop a follow!) ᡣ𐭩
weeks. it's been weeks of him breaking into your apartment, stealing your things. you noticed your supply of underwear growing smaller each week, and it had you questioning whether you were going crazy or if your underwear was somehow actually going missing in your own house. your friends sure thought you were insane, the guy you talked to wanted nothing to do with that "crazy stalker" you had. what a pathetic piece of shit, right? that's what Dex thought. how could he leave you like that? he should've stayed to protect you, to be there for you, but he was no man and Dex knew that from the start.
his routine hadn't changed much, apart from all the breaking in and stealing your underwear part. he thought about getting more personal, taking some shirts, hoodies, anything that had your scent on it, anything he could wear so others could see, or anything he could bury his cock in while taking your scent in. sometimes he'd sneak off at work, just to fish your panties out of his pocket to have his way with them, sealing his tiny moans and whimpers by working his mouth on your panties until they were soaked in his saliva. the mere idea of what he'd get up to every week had him wrecked, just the thought of getting his hands on your things again had him going crazy, always wanting more and more. all the murdering he'd done for Fisk, all those altercations with Daredevil, the risk of going to jail, and yet he still found time to sneak into your place to grab a little souvenir. he also got braver, he got closer to you, walked into the bar you worked at on Saturdays. he didn't go up to you, God no, never. he just sat there, closer than before, watched, studied. any girl who had gone up to him got the cold shoulder, no matter how hard they puppy-eyed him. he was yours, and you were his. which meant that any guy who went up to you met the sharp edge of Dex's knives, or whatever other object he could stick right in their heads. some people may say that was possessive, but was it really? Dex thought it was just making sure you didn't end up with the wrong person. any person that wasn't him.
you lived in constant fear, paranoia. you weren't sure if it was even real, all the fear you had coiled up in your guts, all the anxiety, you had no idea what to do. should you call the cops? no, they didn't do anything unless you had concrete evidence, which, let's face it, your underwear disappearing wasn't very hard proof. moving, though. that could potentially help you, especially if you moved far enough. yet there was still the possibility that whoever was after you, could follow you. you felt like someone kept tabs on you at all times, whether you were at work, home or out with friends. those piercing eyes on you all the time? they were always there. and you knew you weren't imagining it. you needed to get away from whatever, well, whoever was hunting you. you decided to move away, as somewhat of a last resort, as far as you possibly could in hopes of getting away. the bar you worked at was now a few hours away, which, you could handle. Josie's? you and your friends had to pick another bar at that point, you were sure she'd miss all of your dumb faces, though. you just had to get a job nearby, that was the hardest part. going to all these different agencies, preparing for all those interviews, waking up early to get ready almost every morning… you were drained. Dex didn't like it when you were drained, he hated the thought of you being so tired that you couldn't even take proper care of yourself. he wanted to be there for you, to help you. he'd bathe you if you couldn't bathe yourself, he'd feed you, dress you up. he'd go to hell and back for you. not to mention, it didn't even take him long to find you, not at all. he never even really left, he trailed you with his car throughout your entire moving process. he did get worried, hell, he panicked. he had to change his routine, drive further out to see you, leave earlier so he could get back in time for work…you sure made him work for it. he liked chasing after you though, made it all the more satisfying for him to get his hands on your things at the end of the day, like a reward. but he needed more, as always. your things weren't enough for him anymore, they calmed him sure, but he wanted, no, he needed more. the constant ache in his chest for you just kept getting worse, it was like he had some sort of void in him only you could fill. he knew everything about you at this point, he just had to say all the correct words and you'd be fall right into his trap like a naive little bunny. but then again, what about all the stalking he did? all the murders and killings...he didn't want to keep secrets from you, you were his everything, you deserved to know the truth. he wasn't going to open with the truth though, obviously. he didn't want to scare you off. he had a few ways to get closer to you. he could become a regular at the bar you worked at, sat at the café you went to every single morning, eventually bumping into you…not good enough. none of those ideas seemed to satisfy whatever need he had deep in his chest for you. he needed to be closer. he waited, patiently, studied you again, learned your new routines, your new job, where you went to get your groceries, which new bar you chose to go to with your friends. he was back where he left off in just a matter of days.
at this point, any second away from you felt like torture. what if something happened and he wasn't there? it would be his fault. he had to work, had to earn money, which he hated since it got in his way of seeing you. he was still living in his old place after all, he didn't move with you. each day was full of chaos, he got up at the crack of dawn, drove to see you, drove home, went to work then he went to see you again. every single day, again and again. he got sick? he'd go to see you because he was convinced you were his medicine. he was busy with work and couldn't make time for you? no, that wasn't right. anything could happen, he'd hate himself for the rest of his miserable life if he let anything bad happen to you. he needed a solution, one that would allow him to see you more often, to be closer to you, to be right there with you at all times. maybe cameras? he thought. it'd make sense, installing cameras around your apartment complex. it would probably be easily approved since it was a "safety measurement", he was FBI, he had the upper hand and there was hardly anything he wouldn't have done to keep his North Star safe. he made a few phone calls, filed a few papers, went through old cases, and sure enough, he called in some guys to put up his cameras. it wasn't hard getting it done, there were numerous crimes in the area and also inside the apartment, up until the current landlord took over, who made Dex's job just a tiny bit more difficult. but that didn't matter to Dex, he was so adamant about these cameras that he literally could not be turned down.
he also couldn't wait. the thought of having access to you at any given moment filled him with such a sick and twisted form of excitement. there he was, sitting in his apartment, phone in hand, watching you through his camera which faced your window as you entered your living room. he let out a sigh of relief, weeks of planning and he finally had a convenient way of watching over you again. no more getting off work early, no more waking up before sunrise. just you, him and the cameras. and it worked, it worked so well in fact that he felt involved in your life again. no more rush, he just calmly watched you from his bed. even from work whenever he got the chance, when you got sick from all the stress of moving into your new place, he made sure to watch you every second he got, incase anything happened to you of course. what if you had to be rushed to the hospital, but no one was there? he just couldn't let that happen, not to his sweetheart.
yet, the peace didn't last long. just like every other thing he tried, nothing truly fulfilled his deep, undying need for you. he was one greedy man. so he planned, again and again, until the only option was moving closer. it wasn't a problem, he had the money and there were plenty of empty places he could occupy near you, driving to work wasn't a problem either, not if he got to see you at the end of the day without having to rush back home. the only issue was if you caught him in the act and he freaked you out. he was sure you'd be weirded out by him after you caught him staring at you at the bar, if you even remembered, that is. God knows he did, he thought about that moment every single day. but it was his last resort, and there was no way he was giving up on you, so he went hunting. at first, it was just random houses in your area, apartments nearby, close but not close enough. there were a few empty rooms in your apartment complex, on the floor above and under you, one on your floor. was he being too cocky just by thinking about it? probably. did he care? no, not at all. not if it meant that he'd be able to hear you through those paper thin walls. just the thought of it sent chills down his spine, he'd be so close to his gorgeous girlfriend. well, he called you that when somebody asked if he had anyone. he always said your name, then rambled on about how nice and kind you were. eventually, he made his mind up and went out to see the room on your floor. he deliberately chose a day on which you were gone, just so you wouldn't catch him there. the rooms looked fine, one bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen. a bit more on the expensive side, but he didn't care, he already made up his mind.
he had been staying there for a few days, moving in was a long process, after all. and while he moved in, he learned your little routine. he knew the second you were walking up those stairs which lead to the entrance, he managed to learn how your footsteps were on the lighter side, and how to tell that you were coming by every little shift and noise you made. you'd always get home at around 7 P.M., sometimes 8 if you were out with friends, jogging up the stairs outside, opening the door, slowly making your way towards the stairs, grocery bags swinging in your hands and keys jingling in your pocket. you always let out a sigh before walking up the stairs, you dreaded walking up three flights after a long day of work and walking around. by the start of the third floor, you were digging in your pocket for your keys, always shifting your bags onto one arm, and grabbing your phone first, not your keys. Dex never understood why you did that, but he wasn't one to judge, he just thought that made you even more different, more you. he would stand near his window when he knew you were coming, waited until you walked in, then he stood next to his door, slightly cracked it open and listened. every single day, he'd stand there, eyes closed, imagining how you looked walking up the stairs, your makeup always smudged after work, hair probably a mess from running your hands through it so much. and he'd enjoy every second of it. when you walked past his door? he'd already have it shut, of course, he didn't want to get caught. yet once you were inside, he immediately opened the door just to get a whiff of your perfume. the rich scent of vanilla and whatever else you had on, always filled his lungs and it shot straight through his whole body, intoxicating him. that's when he'd lock his door and head to his bedroom, which was right next to your living room. he'd lean on the thin wall, eyes closed, imagining you moving around, listening to every little sound. grocery bags on the counter, boots off, phone and keys thrown on the coffee table and so on. he knew every single step. and after you were done putting your groceries away? you'd head for the shower. that's when he moved, kneeling in front of his closet, sliding it open and reaching straight into his safe where he kept his little "gifts" which he took from you. at one point he even snatched a bra after a particularly hot day when he knew you were sweating, just so he could catch a small whiff of your natural scent on it. he'd take out one of his souvenirs, the bulge in his pants already growing, then he'd stand next to the wall again, listening to your shower running. it was faint, almost painfully so, but it was enough for him. he'd palm himself with your underwear in hand, burying his face into the wall, his need to be closer to you growing stronger with each passing second. he'd whimper and moan, quietly, he was deadly afraid you'd catch him moaning your name somehow, so he tried to keep to himself the best he could, but oh, it was so hard. he was always loud, and stuffing his sweet whimpers down made some little tears gather around his eyes. he always made sure he cleaned your underwear after he shot his load in it. he'd feel shame burning through his body each and every time, but he had needs and it's not like you knew about it, it's not like he made you actively uncomfortable. he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just taking care of himself, right?
there was one little sound that stuck out to him though, a constant buzzing coming from your end. electric? maybe your microwave? no, you always got fresh food before coming home, it was still hot, no way you'd be warming it up. your fridge? he wouldn't be surprised if your fridge was busted and you didn't know how to fix it, it wasn't your job after all, it was his. he was the one taking care of you, that's what a good, loving man would do when it came down to the woman he loved. and he loved you, very much. it's been there for days, and it really did get in his way. the buzzing muffled your sounds, he wasn't always able to make out exactly what you were up to, and that bothered him quite a lot. sure, he'd just switch to his cameras like he did when he was away, but where's the fun in that? that's when he decided to take matters into his own hands. he waited until you settled down, until you were done with your little routine. it wasn't anything special, eat dinner, shower, do your skincare then watch a few episodes of your favorite show before going to bed. by 11 P.M, you were knocked out, occasionally snoring, which Dex found kind of endearing. it made you seem that much more human, real. he stepped out of his room and made his way straight to you. he stood outside your door, one ear on, listening. silence. except for the hum of your fridge. he started lockpicking your door, a whole toolbox sitting right next to him on the ground while his fast, steady hands worked, looking around, he made sure no one saw. your door unlocked with a soft click, letting him push through, he quietly entered. it was dark, he could hear the soft sounds of you sleeping and shifting around in bed. he already planned his route to the kitchen, even drew a little map so he'd remember it better, those cameras came in handy. he made his way over to your fridge. he could've waited until next morning, he could've gone up to you, asked if you needed help fixing your fridge, maybe finally strike a conversation with you, then you'd finally realize how much you needed him in your life…but he couldn't wait. not when the loud buzzing almost entirely muffled every other sound which came through the wall. luckily, your fridge didn't need a lot of fixing, just a few loose screws and he was done. quick as lightning, skilled movements and steady hands, he did need that in his line of work. he packed his things up, but before leaving, he wanted to snoop around. just a small little look - see, nothing wrong with that, right? it's not like he was going to take anything, he already had a collection of your panties hidden in his safe, one in his pocket for safety measures. but…he did deserve a little treat, though. he did fix your fridge, after all. he was so nice, kind and caring for that, definitely not a creep for breaking into your apartment. he slowly walked through your living room, not bumping into a single thing, like he'd done it a billion times before. he made way to your bedroom, his hands hovering over the doorknob, hesitant. what if you woke up? he'd definitely scare you. and surely, you wouldn't thank him for fixing your fridge in the middle of the night, not to mention you hadn't even seen him ever since the bar. you'd probably call the cops on him, actually. his mouth went dry, his heart pounded right out of his chest. weeks ago he didn't even dare go up to you, just your gaze had him panicking, overthinking and spiraling. but he was right there, in your apartment, with you in it. his mind was a mess, static rippling through every one of his thoughts like a bullet. he dropped his hands, then ran one through his hair. fuck it.
he slowly, carefully opened the door. your bedroom was pretty small, your blinds were halfway down, there was still some light in the room, enough for him to make out most things. a few potted plants here and there, hanging off the wall or resting on a table. some posters of your favorite bands, artists and shows decorating your walls, alongside some art. it was so you, all of it so clearly you even in the overwhelming darkness. a sweet, smoky scent caught his attention, a burner in the corner, still burning while you slept. it smelled of lavender and the faint smoke which carried the scent all over the room. to him it was a safety hazard, what if you hadn't put the fire out correctly and you'd gotten hurt? he took another step, towards your shelves and table. so many framed pictures of you and your friends, your family, pets…he wanted to live like you, to be like you so bad. he needed you to share it all with him. as he turned around, you shifted in your bed, letting out a soft sigh in your sleep, he froze, looked at you, but you were still asleep, probably dreaming about something, assuming from that soft little sigh. his shoulders dropped, and he cautiously continued. your wardrobe was next, obviously. he kneeled down right in front of it, opened the top drawer, and sure enough, your underwear was right there for him to take. he looked at almost every piece, memorizing them, he wanted to make this one special, maybe he should take a set? great idea. he grabbed one of your sets, black lace with small burgundy ribbons settling on both the top and bottom. he quickly shoved the panties in his pocket, bra still dangling from his hand, then he got up. he was about to leave, but then he stopped, right next to your bed. you looked so beautiful, all peaceful, resting on your bed, no care in the whole world, probably somewhere off in dreamland. so pure and innocent, spread out right in front of him. his to touch, to taste, to take. his hand hovered, eyes glued to your face, then shifting down to look at the curves of your body. but he wasn't that kind of man. he wouldn't dare do that to you. his hands hovered near your waist, then your face. you were gorgeous, a goddess in his eyes. he'd get on his knees and pray to you, he'd worship you every chance he'd get. he quickly stepped back, moving his hand away like the mere thought of touching you without your consent burnt him. he left your room, then stepped out into the hall, locking your door. he stood there, toolbox and bra in hand, a cold sweat running down his back. he retreated to his own place, dropping the box with a heavy thud. his mind was set on overdrive, he was hyperaware of every little thing going on around him. it was like he almost stepped onto the stairs of heaven, yet he retreated. he dropped your bra on his bed, then fished your black lace out of his pocket. he needed a distraction, he needed to calm down.
he wasn't sure what to do next, he always got closer and closer, but this time he didn't know what to do. it was probably time to actually go and talk to you after breaking into your place in the middle of the night, and weeks of stealing your things, even making you move, stalking you for months. he stayed up all night, planning on how to bump into you, what to talk about, how to get your number, every step perfectly laid out right in front of him, yet he was scared, terrified even. the mere thought of messing this up had him shaking. he couldn't let all those months of getting to know you so personally go to waste, all those sleepless nights and people he's killed just to keep you safe. losing you would be like losing a part of himself, the part which kept him all together, you were the stiches which kept his wounds from spilling blood.
he knew your routine by heart, so he got up way before you, got ready and waited. by the time you finally stepped into the hallway, he was ready to move. you were headed out to buy groceries, you liked going earlier on weekends, especially with friends, he knew that. so he deliberately bumped into you when you walked towards the stairs. he opened the door right as you walked by, the sudden motion startled you, but the face behind the door immediately sent a wave of relief through you. "dex?" you smiled at him, all bright and happy, you were already making it so hard for him to keep it together. "hey, y/n, right?" he smiled back, leaning against his doorframe, trying his best to keep cool even though his throat was tightening with each passing second. "i'm surprised you remember. how long has it been? months?" you asked, he knows exactly how long it's been, he counted every second. "yeah, been a while," he stood up straight, clearing his throat, "listen, uh," and right before he could continue, you cut him off. "hey, can we talk when i get back? i don't mean to be rude, but i really have to get going, my friend is waiting for me outside, and-" "go out with me." you stopped. the gentle smile immediately disappeared from your face, replaced with shock. he looked wrecked, puppy eyes and a glint of sweat on his forehead. "…please?" his voice cracked. out of all the things he could've said, this was the last thing you'd expected. but Dex was always straightforward, he knew what he wanted and he made sure to get it, even if it meant getting his hands dirty. "uh, yeah, sure." for some reason you agreed, he was kind of handsome and you were also lonely. plus, he seemed sweet, your type. his eyes lit up almost immediately, "really? uh, i mean-" he covered his face with one hand, embarrassed, yet you let out a small little huff, your sweet laugh he's memorized. he did the same after your reaction, realizing that maybe he didn't completely mess this up. "so…it's a date, then?" he asked, so hopeful. "yeah, yeah it is." and with that, you two exchanged numbers, Dex fumbled with his phone like a little kid. you found it kind of amusing, cute, even. you kept telling your friend on your way to the store that this was probably the most random encounter you've ever had, and she practically scolded you for saying yes to the date without even fully knowing the guy. i mean, all you knew was that he had some serious problems with anxiety and he was prone to panic attacks. not really a lot to go off of, truly. but you were kind, way too kind and you might as well give him a chance.
he was thrilled, but also insanely anxious. he sat on his bed, sweating and shaking, his head filled with doubt. was that a bad idea? maybe he should've waited more. what if you realized how weird that was of him and you cancelled on him last second? what if he messed up during your date and told you something he wasn't supposed to? all he could do was sit on his bed and think, sometimes he got up and paced around his room, hands on his head, like he was going crazy. he had a bunch of dates planned, movies you liked, restaurants you always went to, parks you hung out at with friends. it had to be perfect, down to the last detail. he knew what foods you loved and what you disliked, God, he knew everything. he had the upper hand, he had the chance to plan the most perfect first date ever, one that would surely make you like him, maybe even fall in love with him. but he didn't even let himself consider that with the amount of doubt that corrupted his mind, filling every small gap in his brain. then, his phone rang. ha panicked for a second, what if it was work? what if he had to go in and cancel the date? he'd rather jump off a bridge than cancel a date with you. but to his surprise, it was you. he already memorized every digit of your number, of course.
"hi, Dex. are you busy?" your voice echoed through the line, instantly calming Dex's racing mind. "n-no, are you okay?" he genuinely sounded distressed, terrified something might've gone wrong. like it always did when he got close to something he wanted. "yeah, i'm fine. would eight in the afternoon work for you? i'm kind of busy for now."
oh, right. planning the date…he got so carried away he almost forgot he actually had to do that.
"works for me." he stood up, and already headed over to his table, then looked through his little notes to pick where to go and what to do. you said your goodbyes, talking still felt extremely awkward, mostly for Dex. you were fine, still a bit confused but you managed, Dex's world crumbled though. he took his sweet time planning the date, he picked your favorite restaurant, it wasn't some fancy five star restaurant, no, it was a cozy, small little diner only about an hour away. he liked that you weren't into the most expensive, famous places. it made you different. he hadn't been out with anyone since God knows when, the last time he tried anything it all went to shit. so when he picked out what he wore, it was absolute hell. a fancy suit? too much for where they went. maybe a black shirt? good enough, he had matching jeans for it too. he showered before he got dressed, combed his hair so it wasn't a complete mess, even sprayed on some cologne he rarely used, he hadn't felt the need to, up until that night. he heard you get home, about three hours before the date, which meant you had roughly two hours to get ready if you wanted to get there on time. he didn't doubt you though, how could he? you were perfect.
you practically ran into your place, putting your groceries away in record time, then headed to your room to try on some clothes you had bought with your friend a few hours ago. most of them were either too much or not enough, except for one simple, black dress. it wasn't anything special, but definitely not simple enough to be considered casual. showering and doing your makeup was probably the worst of it, you felt like you didn't have enough time. you hated doing things last second, the pressure made your hands wobble which made you redo your eyeliner about four times. once you were satisfied with your looks, you heard three gentle knocks on the door, right on time. there he stood, black button up with those black, matching jeans and those fancy shoes which he thought weren't too much but oh, well. he still looked insanely handsome. "hi." you smiled right up at him, purse in hand. he smiled back, so clearly nervous, that he forgot to speak for a second. the silence stretched, then he realized he should probably say hi. "yeah, hi, hey-", he closed his eyes, what the hell was that, Dex? "i'm getting the feeling that you're way more nervous than I am." you smirked. such a sweet, harmless little tease. but Dex took it seriously. "n-no, i'm fine, really-" you laughed. you just laughed at him. he stood there like a deer in headlights, confused. "you're fine, i think it's kind of cute, actually." oh. he stood there for a few seconds, then processed what you just said. you teased him, you didn't make fun of him. you didn't laugh at him, but with him. for a secod he thought he made a fool of himself, after all, he was very good at that. he smiled, then let out a huff. "are you ready to go?" you nodded, all excited and oh so happy. he guided you through the hallway, down the stairs, your arm threaded through his, he insisted. his car wasn't all fancy, but it was comfortable, it sort of suited him. the radio was on, playing your favorite songs. what a coincidence, right?
it took you a few streets and turns to realize where you were headed, after all, you weren't used to taking that route to the restaurant since you moved very recently and it hadn't settled in your mind yet. it was weird though, your favorite songs played while you were headed to your favorite restaurant. you were just overthinking, probably, but you got a weird feeling in your gut. it was all too perfect, way too perfect, you either met your soulmate or…no, there's no way. "y/n?"
his voice snapped you right out of your thoughts, you finally arrived. you smiled at him, trying to get rid of the thoughts in your head. the date went on smoothly, Dex was so awkward but so sweet at the same time, it was endearing. it all seemed to ease your mind, up until one point. "you now what's weird? my fridge has been acting up ever since i moved in, but now it's completely fine. it was buzzing, constantly, but just a day or two ago…it stopped." you told that story so happily, it made his heart sink. "yeah," he huffed, "that was me." he said that with the widest, warmest smile ever without realizing how weird that sounded. he just had to take credit since it made you so happy. he was so cute, shy, he didn't meet your eyes, though you could tell his were shining, so eager for your praise. but your expression made his smile drop, "uh, i meant-" his voice cracked, and you leaned back in your chair, opening your mouth to speak but you didn't even get the chance before he cut you off, "i-i was asked to fix it."
"..what?" "you weren't the only one struggling with the same problem, so i-i offered my help to the landlord-" silence. you just stared right back at him, confused, freaked out. "…he, uhm, he was looking for anyone who could help. he didn't have enough money to hire a professional, so i-" "Dex." he looked right at you. his eyes slightly red, glassy. you could see it in his face, the fear, the worry. but he was way too sweet and respectful, you were probably just overthinking. "it's- it's fine, Dex. i believe you." but you didn't really. his face changed immediately, mostly in shock that you believed him, he could see right through you, though. "i'm sorry, y/n." his leg bounced under the table, "i-i should've told you, but really, he asked me for help." you plastered on a weak smile. enough for him to slowly calm down. you had no intention of making things worse, so you just put on a fake smile, letting it all go by, and the rest of the date was…something. it was awkward, you felt a knot in your stomach the entire time. he was inside your place, and you didn't know about it. you didn't get a notice, nothing. he drove you home, obviously, and when you walked up the stairs together it was even worse than in the car. the second he got to his room? it was over. he trashed his entire place, throwing whatever he could. you always do this, Dex, you are so stupid and worthless, she hates you and she sure as hell doesn't need someone like you. his mind was like a warzone, static, buzzing, voices echoing back and forth, Dr. Mercer, Fisk, you. he dropped down to his knees, he want to yell so bad but he knew you'd hear. he hit himself multiple times, almost ripping his hair out, slamming his head into the wall at one point. how could you be this stupid, Dex? seriously? after everything, you go ahead and mess up right when you're closest to her, you're pathetic. you really should kill yourself. the voices didn't stop, if anything they just got louder. no matter what he did,
they didn't. stop. an hour or so passed, and you were on the edge of your seat. you had to investigate this, what if he really was telling the truth? you dialed your landlord's number. the phone rang once, twice, "hello?"
"hi," your voice was a bit shaky, nervous, "..this is y/n from room 204. i just wanted to ask, did you hire anyone to fix my fridge?" there was a little silence on the other end for about a few seconds, "y-yes! i did. did he already fix it up for ya?" gosh, you messed up. and you messed up bad. "yes, thank you so much." you paused, "..have a great rest of your night." you hung up and your face immediately dropped in your hands. you ruined such a great date just because you didn't trust the guy. God, you were embarrassed. you sat there for a few minutes, contemplating. should you call him? text? no, definitely not. you could go over though, he was your neighbor after all. what could go wrong? you just had to apologize, maybe plan another date if he decided to forgive you. you got up and walked out into the hallway, straight to Dex's. you knocked, and strangely, nobody answered. you knocked again, still nothing. you really fucked this up, huh? you retreated back into your room, dropping down into your bed, full of regret and guilt. honestly, you weren't surprised he didn't want to see you, the date was awful and you were honestly such an asshole to him when he supposedly just fixed your fridge. where'd he go, anyway? your thoughts were knocked right out of your head though, as a few floors above, you heard a thud, a loud thud. way too loud, then heavy footsteps. weird, you thought, not thinking much of it. the residents of the apartment tend to get loud sometimes, it was something you got used to way back in your old place. you still weren't sure what to do about Dex though, maybe you really should call him, make sure he was okay. but maybe he needed some distance? you had no idea, so, you decided to scroll through your phone, get your mind off things, maybe make some dinner since you lost your appetite back at the diner. as you got lost in what to do next, you heard a knock. then another. you walked over, looking through your peephole. there he was, pacing around outside, fidgeting with his shirt sleeves. he looked roughed up. without giving it a second thought, you opened the door. "Dex, gosh, i was looking for y-" in an instant, he was on his knees.
"y/n, 'm sorry, 'm s' sorry, i should've told you before the date, 'm sorry.." he hiccupped, gasped for air, tears gathered in his eyes as the rest slowly fell. he was kneeling right in front of you, begging for forgiveness, over a small misunderstanding. "…please, forgive me, please, 'm s' sorry." he slurred his words, hands reaching for the back of your thighs, his face pressed into your stomach. you were in shock, this was all your fault, he was like this because of you. and he just kept going. "…i thought you'd be happy, i wasn't thinking straight, 'm sorry, i-" "…Dex." he froze for a second, unsure if he heard that right or if he was hallucinating. then he looked up, his adam's apple bobbed, his hair and face a mess, you could see the faint remnants of blood under his nose and on is forehead. "get up." he stared at you, unmoving, almost like he didn't understand. "..get up, Dex." he slowly rose to his feet and avoided your gaze. you cupped his jaw with one hand, then moved his head so he met your eyes. "i should be the one apologizing. i called the landlord and he confirmed you were here, i'm sorry." he nodded. he couldn't say a word, not without breaking down and crying again. then you did the unthinkable.
you kissed him. slow and hesitant at first, a test. Dex didn't kiss you back right away, he wasn't prepared for this, not at all. well, he watched countless videos and tutorials on what to do if it ever came down to kissing, touching you…having sex with you. he wanted your first time with him to be perfect, just like all the rest would be. but he never really got into it too deep, his own self doubt and isecurities always got in the way. he slowly kissed you back, his hands hovered, unsure where to go. you pulled him closer, hand gripped at his collar, the kiss turned heated, messy, and his hands finally settled on you. one in your hair, pulling but not too hard, the other down on your waist. you started unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and nipping down his neck, taking in all the small whimpers he failed to hold in, until you tasted something which was a lot like iron. you pulled back, thinking maybe you bit him too hard, panicked. "did i do that?" you asked. his brows furrowed, he hadn't realized the little patch of blood he left on his neck. "n-no, i cut myself shaving earlier."
"aw, how clumsy of you, Dex. you need to be more careful." you cooed, that explanation was good enough for you, you continued trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. your words shot straight to his already growing bulge and by the time you were done with his shirt, he was tugging at yours. "you getting impatient, Dex?" "..'m sorry, i need you, y/n, i need you so bad-" you shut him up with a kiss, guiding him to your couch, shoving him down. your hand snaked down to the front of his jeans, palming him, earning a pathetic, filthy little sound from him. you unbuttoned his jeans then kneeled down right in front of him, reaching into his boxers. his hand then grabbed your wrist before you could proceed. "w-what are you doing?" "what do you think i'm doing?" he wanted to retort, but the second you grabbed him, he was weak, completely gone, a groan leaving his lips. you tugged down his jeans and boxers just a bit more, fully exposing him. he was big, a long vein ran down on the side of him, his tip was flushed pink, precum already leaking out. you leaned in, licked him from base to tip, then wrapped your mouth around the top, and slowly sucked. he moaned, his knuckles turned white from how hard he gripped the edges of the couch. he wanted to stop you, he wanted you to feel good first, but he couldn't do anything. not when you were wrapped around him, your wet, warm mouth took him so well, so deep in your throat. your head bobbed up and down, you kept a steady pace. he didn't dare look at you anymore, he knew he'd finish if he stared for longer than a few seconds. his head was thrown back on the couch, filthy sounds ripping out of his throat.
"y/n, please-" he moaned out, his voice strained. you didn't stop though, you kept going, your hands held onto his thighs. "please, i need you, i need to be inside you...please." he begged and whined, tears streaming down his face. you released him with a soft pop of your mouth and rose up to your feet. you kissed him, hard, biting his lip, feeling his body shudder. you pulled away, slipped out of your underwear, and planted your knees on either side of him. you reached down between your bodies, and guided him to your entrance. his tip brushed past your folds, and you bit your lip while he held his breath. you slowly sank down on him, took him in inch by inch. his breathing was so heavy, his chest heaved as he whimpered right in your ear. he filled you completely, his head buried to the hilt. you began to move, slow at first, you had to get used to his size. but he gripped your hips, so sure he had already left bruises but his mind was too clouded to care. you quickened your pace, your nails dug into his shoulders as you held on. he stared right at your face, there was a little line of drool which ran down his chin, he couldn't help it. you just looked so gorgeous on top of him, mouth agape, riding him so well, it's like he was on another planet. you leaned down and licked the path of salive clean off, then caught his mouth in another kiss, pushing your tongue past his lips. he groaned into your mouth and you felt his cock twitch inside you, which only fueled you to go faster. the second you pulled away he was a whimpering, crying mess. he firmly grabbed your ass, and squeezed hard enough to earn a particularly loud moan from you. he buried his face into your neck, moaning and hiccupping as you rode him. he was right where he wanted to be, wrapped up in all of you. God, he was so pathetic.
"'m, close, y/n, please, don't stop, please." he begged, all breathy. you kept riding him as you felt a knot in your stomach start to form. his moans got louder and louder as he got closer, and damn if that didn't push you over the edge. your walls fluttered around him, and he couldn't help but spill right into you, panting and moaning as he wrapped his arms around you like he wanted to fuse you together. "fuck, 'm sorry, i didn't mean to." his grip eased up immediately as guilt took over his face, but fuck if that didn't make him look even hotter. you could tell he was embarrassed for finishing inside you so quick, but you leaned down and kissed him again, refusing to get off of him. yet he didn't let you stay. he lifted you like you weighed nothing, your legs wrapped around him instinctively as he carried you towards your bedroom. he gently put you down on the bed, made sure you were comfortable. he then crawled on top of you, kissed your lips, your cheeks, then down your neck, like he was worshipping every single part of you, from head to toe. he tugged at your dress, he wanted it off so badly - he needed to see all of you, to feel all of you. you sat up, and he unzipped your dress, then pulled it off of you flawlessly. sure enough, he was breathless. you were so beautiful, even more breathtaking than he'd thought. he placed slow, open-mouthed kisses on your chest, down to your stomach, licking a slow, agonizingly hot path down, until he reached your core. he looked up at you as if he was asking for permission. you nodded, and he didn't hesitate. he lapped at your folds, then he slowly spread you with his two fingers, and latched onto your clit, which made you arch your back off the bed. he moved down to your entrance with a slow drag of his tongue, gently pushing in as he tasted himself and your heat all mixed together. it got him so hard he humped the bed, like he was in heat, whimpering as he tongue fucked you. he held onto your thigh, his thumb rubbed soothing circles on your skin
while he worked you with his mouth, each drag of his tongue drove you crazy. he slipped two fingers in, slow at first, then faster and deeper as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking. the motion sent an electric wave through your body, it made you moan his name out loud, and that undid him right then and there. he moaned into your cunt, jerked his hips, his body shuddering. he upped his pace, hit those sweet, spongy spots deep inside you as he circled your clit with his tongue. you felt the warm rush in your stomach, and your back arched right off the bed as the waves of pleasure shot right through you. he moaned as you came, like he enjoyed it just as much as you, which, let's be real here, he probably did. he rose to his knees and looked down at you, you were gorgeous, gorgeous and all his. the thought of that made his cock twitch, and he slipped right inside you. you moaned, sensitive, overstimulated, but he moved, slow, deep strokes as he reached spots you didn't even know you had. he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck, "you're mine, don't ever leave me, please." his voice was all shaky and strained, even while he fucked you he was so worried you'd leave him, that poor little thing, so insecure. he was so self-conscious that even while he had you right where he wanted you, he was begging you to stay. you were too deep into the foggy haze of pleasure to answer though, he fucked you so deep your back arched right into him, nails clawing at his back. he picked his pace up, his only goal was to please you, to make you cum right on his cock and there was hardly anything he wouldn't do to make that happen. he moaned and groaned into your ear, he bit down on it ever so gently, he didn't want to hurt you, not yet. the sound of skin on skin was so obnoxiously loud in the room, the wet sounds of his cock meeting your heat echoing off the walls of your bedroom. he was pounding you so deep into the mattress, it was getting hard to breathe. your thoughts were filled with him, Dex, Dex, Dex, and he was living for it. it was all he ever wanted, to live rent free inside your head, to be the only man you'd think of. he felt as if you weren't close enough, so he left a quick little kiss on your lips, then flipped you over. he had you in a headlock now, moaning like a pathetic little bitch while he fucked the life out of you, rutting up so deep inside you, you swore you could see stars. his bicep was right there in your face, he was applying such great pressure right on your neck, causing your breathing to get heavier with each deep thrust, the vein in his bicep popping out so clearly. he wanted to melt right into you so bad, to force your bodies into one, he needed to be you and he needed you to be him. his other hand splayed out on top of your tummy, pushing down so you felt every single inch of him deep inside you. his thrusts started growing sloppier and heavier the closer he got, that's when his hand moved from your stomach, finding your clit, rubbing it in as he licked the side of your neck. you clenched around him involuntarily, greedy for every single inch. your hand found his hair, fisting it as you felt yourself get closer, and that only made him push harder, the pain and pleasure of your nails in his scalp only getting him to the edge. he bit down on your ear again, that time harder, earning a little yelp from you which made him immediately soothe the sting with his tongue, pressing a reverent little kiss right on the irritated skin. with a few final, punishing thrusts, he came deep inside you, shooting warm ropes of cum all in your tummy. you were right there with him, walls fluttering around his thick cock as you milked him dry. he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavy, his toned body covered in sweat, you felt his abs so clearly on your back. he raised his head up, exhausted, just enough to plant a lazy kiss right inbetween your shoulder blades. he stayed there for a while, soaking in your warmth, your scent, and right as he was about to speak, he saw it.
your dazed expression, eyes closed, breathing all evened out. you were out cold. he ran he trailed soft kisses from your shoulders to the small of your back, worshipping you all over again, and after sliding his hands down your sides slowly, he got out of bed, picked you up, and carried you to the bathroom. surprisingly he still had enough stamina to carry you in there, despite how hard he pounded you into the mattress. he sat you down on the edge of your bathtub, then he ran the water. he threaded his fingers through your hair, kissing your forehead.
"…you have no idea how long i've waited for this." his voice was strained, quiet. he knew you were sleeping, but he'd hoped you heard. he didn't go through all those months of stalking and all that trouble for nothing. as the tub filled up, he lifted you in and crawled in right behind you, wrapping his arms around you, planting sweet, reverent kisses on your neck. you could get used to this, definitely, so could he.
it's not like you had a choice, anyway. he finally had you right where he wanted you, all pliant and his, right between his arms, probably dreaming about him. but of course, he wasn't going to tell you that he beat the landlord half to death just so he'd lie to you about hiring him to get your fridge fixed, right before he went to beg for your forgiveness. that detail wasn't important, not for now, at least. surely, he'll tell you at some point, right? he wouldn't keep secrets from you. he continued trailing soft little kisses down your neck, feeling you slowly drift deeper into sleep in his arms.
he'll tell you the truth one day. and if you don't like it? he'll take care of that. he'll take care of you, like he always had when it came to his sweet North Star.
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✦ creator's note ✦ aaandd the end!! hi again!! thank you all so much for the overwhelming amount of support on part one, can't wait to see what you guys have to say about part two! i've decided to make an Ao3 account which you can find here! (by the time you read this, both chapters are already posted on there) you guys seriously motivated me so hard, thank you!!! :D i tried my very best to make chapter two as good as chapter one, maybe even a bit better! i hope you all liked the ending, and you were satisfied <3 like i said in the previous post, this was my first serious fic so i'm hoping to improve and maybe make better things for you all, thank you so much for reading! love you all!! once again, if you're also interested in my art, please go ahead and follow my other page, @limerentangell, it would be much appreciated! 𑣲.
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