āYou seem to be walking okay.ā
āWell, Iāll probably never walk as good again. But itās worth it, yāknow, for being a more evolved human being, soā¦ THANK YOU. Iāve never had a friend QUITE LIKE YOU.ā
praise kink? both for Dex and the reader??? š¦ *getting dizzy here*
GOD OKAY!!! okay!!!! when its you praising him...
the moment he hears the heated, high pitched sound of your voice moaning "oh my god, baby-" his breathing immediately falters, becomes unsteady, it punches out of him in loud huffs
his eyes snap up to your face, anxious to hear the rest of it
"yeah? what?" he asks with a cock of his head and quirk upwards of his mouth, putting on a cocky facade that threatens to be shattered if you were notice how his whole body is trembling in anticipation
dex never once lets you slow down as you ride him with frantic snaps of your hips, he even starts meeting you up halfway just to hear hiccuped sounds escape your throat
it takes you so much effort to finally utter the words "y- you feel so good dex, god- its so fucking deep-" the last word nearly breaks into a loud whine because his hips lift up harshly and impulsively in response to the praise
it truly affects him to his core, just hearing you tell him that he fucks you well enough to have you loud and needy like this
it's all it takes for him to drop his head back with a broken groan, whispering a tortured and elongated "fuck" under his breath
when he doesn't get to hear more of your broken voice, it kinda pisses him off, he fiercely grabs both sides of your face with his huge hands to force you to make eye contact when he demands for more of it
"tell me all about it, don't stop now-" he almost spits it out, desperation radiating off him "tell me how good i fuck you"
and when its him praising you...
he barely knows what string of sentences are coming out of his mouth, he's in the middle of a trance because he cant quite process how lucky he is to have you under him, someone so pretty and so so good
"you feel- fuck! you feel..." he cant even find the word for it so he jumps to another jumbled thought "cant believe you're letting me do this to you, a pretty thing like you-" he says with a wild, dark glint taking over his eyes
then theres the hitch in your breath, the way you smile so giddily even when he's splitting you open so rudely
you're basically glowing at his words and that tells him just how much you want him to keep running his mouth
but theres one problem-
"you're gonna kill me if you keep smiling like that" he snaps, and theres real frustration oozing from his voice when he says it "so fucking sweet" he seethes in between his teeth, like he's angry about it, like its making him feel guilty for fucking you the way he is
the thing is, him calling you sweet only makes you smile wider, moan so much louder, your back arches up into his chest and that about finishes him off before he can hold it back
he's gonna have to keep talking sweet to you while he fucks his thick fingers inside you just to make up for it
imagine your last memory of earth being violent imagine the last human touch u remember being someone pushing u to the ground imagine the last time u feel the sun on ur face or dirt under ur hands is when ur clawing at the ground desperate and terrified to stay on earth ryland grace if i think about u too long i feel physically SICK
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