imagine you’re a news reporter who is tasked with the massive job of covering everything bullseye related, and DEX just loooving you. tuning into the news every night became his favourite pastime, seeing your pretty little face on his screen as you report the latest developments on bullseye. hearing you talk about him, his whereabouts, his crimes, all of it got him so excited :( it got to a point where dex began committing random crimes just to keep your attention on him.
dex especially loved it when his actions clearly affected you. sometimes he could see it in the way you spoke, nervous and unsure of it all, as if you knew he was watching you. you had no idea that he kept his own tabs on you as well. he knew what you liked to do, where you lived, and the places you frequented. he thought it was so cute when he could just exist in public with you, without you even knowing the identity of the man who became a regular at your local café.
he liked you so much in fact, that he decided he wanted to give you something really special to report on. it was on one late night when you were seated at your dining table, knee deep in your own personal investigative work when bullseye broke into your home. naturally, you were mortified, but he insisted he was only here to say hello and congratulate your hard work . . . until he had you bent over your messy table, recording you on his phone as he fucked you slowly. and yes, he made you report on every detail of it.
"go on, tell them. who makes you feel really good?" bullseye coos, placing the phone camera right in your face. his hand roughly grips your jaw when you try to look away.
desc. • you painted him once, now he won’t leave you alone…
notes • lawddd this one is steamy :)) | follow my tiktok @ladybirdwrites for more of this story !!
two
"How's it looking, Manon?"
"Bad. One male, impaled. Car's too compacted. 10-54. Looks like it's gonna be a DOA."
You wanted to scream through the haze.
The radio buzzed. Somewhere nearby, a male officer was breathing heavily. Boots scraped against asphalt. Metal groaned.
You couldn't scream.
All you could do was wheeze through the shattered cage of your ribs. You tried to move.
Nothing.
You were paralyzed.
Your teary eyes followed the blood as it gathered at your chin, clotted, and fell in a long, dark trail from your sliced lip.
Smoke.
Gasoline.
The memory of screams and headlights.
Was this it?
You would die forever young.
No more music. No more movies or art. No rain, no sunshine, no pain.
Nothing.
But this death?
This would be slow.
Excruciating.
Would your bones pierce your lungs? Would you bleed out first? How long would it take?
"See any other victims?"
"Impossible to tell. Even if there was... you know."
"Yeah."
The officer's boots moved away, heavy and faltering.
His feet were backwards.
Or you were upside down.
That made more sense.
Your head felt swollen to the brim, thick and distant, as though your skull had been filled with water.
You knew those boots.
You saw them every night.
You wheezed.
Blood pooled in your throat.
You coughed once, weakly.
The boots stopped.
"Anyone in there? Announce yourself! Police! Do you need medical assistance?"
You coughed again.
"Oh my God. 10-45C! We have a female victim. Send fire and rescue out. It's bad. Oh my God, she's—"
You were in bed.
Your eyes flew open.
Paralyzed again.
But not in the car.
Your ceiling was getting brighter.
Brighter.
Headlights.
Closer.
BEEEEEP!
You tore out of the paralysis with a suffocating gasp, one hand clutching your heart.
Your skin was clammy. Your face cold and pale.
Your jaw popped when you parted your lips. Your spine cracked as you forced yourself upright.
No car.
No headlights.
No accident.
Just your room.
Your messy, familiar room.
The red glow of your alarm clock read 2:34 A.M.
"Fuck..."
The word barely left you.
Tears slipped down your cheeks. You sniffled.
Chamomile filled the air.
Even though you weren't there anymore, you visited every night.
You suddenly felt claustrophobic.
Your throat scratched. Your heart pattered wildly against your ribs.
You needed water.
You needed out.
You needed your pills.
The floor was cold beneath your feet. Instinctively, you crossed the room and checked the window.
Locked.
It was locked.
Not tonight.
The house was dark.
You liked it that way.
Your hands trembled as you opened the cabinet, swiping messily through bottles and supplements.
Fuck. Where are the pills?
Not for the physical pain.
That pain was almost preferable.
This was worse.
These unstable, frantic breaths.
"Come on..."
Your fingers knocked something over.
"Where the fuck..."
Maybe you'd paint.
Or read.
You wouldn't sleep.
Not again.
Your eyes drifted toward the abandoned easel in the corner.
The unfinished portrait of the accident stared back.
His face was there in pieces. Smudges, shadows, the suggestion of a mouth.
But where his eyes should have been, there was nothing.
You couldn't paint them anymore.
You were forgetting what they looked like.
"I don't want you to depend on those."
"Oh, fuck!"
You whipped around.
And there he was.
The same problem you had just changed all your locks because of.
The Hell's Kitchen horror.
Leaning against your kitchen island.
Pill bottle in hand.
Head tilted.
You were too frazzled to scream.
Too hazy to move.
You froze.
Your eyes flicked toward the countertop.
Chamomile tea.
The smell.
"Your favorite."
He hooked one finger lazily through the air.
A beckoning gesture.
Tempting.
"Let me take care of you," he cooed.
"Fuck you. Give me the pills."
All you could see were his eyes.
Cold.
Devoid.
He narrowed them.
Then, oh so slowly, shook his head.
No.
There was finality in it.
And if there was one thing he had taught you in the four months he had been watching you, it was that no was a complete sentence to him.
He wasn't giving them to you.
Your skin chilled.
Your heart began to race.
Blood rushed in your ears.
Need.
Your voice was shaky.
"Look, asshole, not the day. My back is killing me. You're a stalker. Can't you see that?"
He huffed what might have been a laugh, if he were capable of one.
"It's not."
His eyes flicked toward the tea.
"Drink."
As always, he saw straight through you.
You took a shaky breath.
Your hair tangled around your face.
Suddenly, your feet felt like bricks sinking into an endless ocean.
Headlights.
Screams.
Blood.
"Fuck."
Your throat tightened.
You winced as you sank to the kitchen floor.
A pole through a detached jaw.
The sound of your own scream trapped inside your ears.
Smoke.
Your chest began to rise and fall faster.
And through the panic, you had never been more grateful that your stalker didn't want you dead.
At least, not yet.
Because, wow.
Not the time to panic.
You raised your hands toward him.
Palms up.
Full surrender.
Then you wrapped them around your throat, clawing at it as if you could tear a hole through your own skin and make room for air.
Only one thing could stop it.
And you were certain he had flushed every last one.
Slowly, he lowered himself to the floor.
Your head snapped toward him.
And through your breathless haze, you watched him...
Crawling.
One hand.
One knee.
Then the other.
"Don't..."
Closer.
Closer.
You slammed your eyes shut, letting your head rest against the cabinet. When they opened? He was only an inch away.
A warm glove touched your cheek.
"There's hornets in your ears, right?"
You grunted, snatching your chin away.
You glared into those dead eyes.
They stilled.
After a moment, they narrowed.
"I saved you last week."
His voice was cold.
"And you repay me by changing all the locks?"
The words cut through the storm like a blade.
And something else rose with them.
A different emotion.
A flare.
A wave.
It suppressed the panic.
Just for a moment.
Anger.
He was selfish.
Invasive.
Insane.
You hated him.
And that hatred broke through the weakening gates like a flood.
Without thinking, you gathered the spit in your mouth and shot it into his eyes.
He didn't even flinch.
"Sick fuck," you gasped.
Your heart pounded for an entirely different reason now.
He blinked.
With about as much emotion as a floor tile, he removed one glove and wiped your spit from his skin.
Then he lifted his mask.
You watched, horrified, as he brought his mouth to his finger with a low groan.
You grimaced.
"Mm."
He seemed to consider it.
"That's great. Sweet."
He pulled the mask back into place.
His head tilted.
Observing.
Your hands were still shaking.
"You're having withdrawals, little star."
His voice softened.
"I'm not giving you those pills."
You sniffled.
"What are you, Bullseye? A drug counselor during your nine-to-five?"
He hummed.
"You are my nine-to-five."
Your jaw tightened.
And without you noticing, your breathing began to slow.
"You're so pathetic," you spat through clenched teeth.
There he was.
On his hands and knees for you.
He nodded.
"For you."
A shake of your head.
He leaned back onto his heels and crossed his arms.
"Tell me everything."
His eyes remained on yours.
"Tell me how much you hate me."
A pause.
"In order."
You laughed.
Incredulously.
Then your face fell.
"Long fucking list, asshole." A shaky breath.
He simply stared.
Waiting.
And there, in that moment, you realized something.
Thinking about him... thinking about how much you despised him, it was far better than thinking about the reason there was a scar running the length of your crooked spine.
Maybe he knew that.
Maybe—
"You're invasive."
"I'm smitten."
"And a murderer."
"Control freak."
The words came rasped through his mask, his voice deep and husked with an emotion you couldn't quite place.
Then you glanced down.
And stilled.
A tent.
A big tent in his navy pants.
You gulped.
You ached.
Eyes widening for a moment, at the thought of it. Sight of it. Of him. He must be aware, it must be painful. Right?
But his focus was on you entirely. No panic in his stance, no concern or attention to it.
You looked back up.
He was watching you.
Unbothered.
Curiosity pricked at you.
You buried it immediately beneath disgust.
The only problem was that the disgust was directed more at yourself than him.
"Get away from me, you disgusting pig."
Your voice shook.
"You're getting off on this. On seeing me like this. Panicking."
He spared his erection a lazy glance.
He shrugged.
"No."
His eyes returned to yours.
"I'm getting off on how good it feels to be on my knees for you. Taking care of you. Smelling your skin. My ancho—"
"That's enough."
Too much.
Too fast.
Too... good?
No. Never that.
Too—
Hot.
You stood slowly, your spine cracking with every little movement.
You sidestepped him.
Without another glance, you picked up the chamomile tea and gulped it down like water.
Some spilled over the sides of your lips.
Down your chin.
You could feel him behind you.
Towering.
He moved like a black panther. Shadowed, calculated, quiet.
The panic was gone now.
So was the anger.
Well.
Most of it.
Your eyes flickered upward.
His shadow stretched behind your own.
So tall.
So big.
His voice.
Older.
Aged like wine.
Your mind supplied the image before you could stop it.
The idea of drinking him.
Getting drunk on him.
An image flashed suddenly.
Missing posters.
Amy.
Robin.
A chill crawled over your skin.
And then a thought anchored you back to the present.
The truth.
What the fuck are you thinking?
No.
No, no, no.
You weren't attracted to him.
You were vulnerable.
You were frightened.
You needed comfort.
And he was here.
He was always here.
Available.
So tall...
You whipped around.
Your neck ached as you tilted your chin upward to face him.
"Get out of my house."
Don't look down at it, y/n.
Don't.
Look.
Down.
"Can I have some tea?"
You stilled.
Confusion pinched your brows.
"What?"
"Tea."
He said it simply.
Tea.
He wanted tea.
Oh.
"If you have it, you won't watch me sleep tonight?"
Silence.
Then a single nod.
His eyes darkened.
"Fine. Help yourself. It's in the—"
He raised his mask over his lips.
Moonlight caught on the stubble along his jaw.
Peppered with gray.
Your suspicions had been right.
Your heart raced again.
You swallowed.
He stepped forward.
You stepped back.
Again.
Again.
The counter pressed cold against your back.
Your eyes widened.
He caged you in, both hands braced against the marble on either side of you.
Then, with the patience of a man who had nowhere else to be, he leaned down.
His tongue traced the remnants of tea from either corner of your mouth. Slowly.
You shivered.
He licked his lips.
Then leaned toward your ear.
Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his gloved fingers drifted over the scar on your back.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you catch your soon to be step father in a private moment on his and your mothers wedding day.
𝐓𝐖 - STEPCEST TO INCEST, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, ,non-con undertones, power dynamics, manipulitave!Dex, cheating implied, daddy kink, dark! dex, masterbation. So if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.
The church was already half-alive with music and murmured voices when your mum gently pressed an envelope into your hands.
She was standing in her wedding dress, adjusting her veil in the mirror when she glanced at you with a soft smile.
“Sweetheart, could you do me a favour? Can you give this to your stepdad?”
You blinked. “He’s not my stepdad.”
“Yet.”
“Whatever. What is it?” You turned it over in your hands, realising what it was before you even opened it. You let out a small laugh. “Is this… a love letter?”
“It’s my wedding, so yes it is” she said simply, like that explained everything.
“Aren’t your vows enough?”
“No.”
You rolled your eyes and exited the room, heading over to Dex. Just then, you heard your mum call out from down the hall, “Remember, the groom can’t see the bride!”
The groom’s hallway was quiet when you reached it. You could hear faint murmurs behind the door: your name whispered softly.
You knocked once. No answer. “Dex?” Still nothing. You hesitated just outside, a strange knot tightening in your stomach.
The muffled sounds made you stop. You opened the door a little more, surprised by what you saw. Dex was alone, having a quiet moment on the day he was meant to marry your mother.
You peeked inside. Your soon-to-be stepdad was in front of a mirror, his bow tie crooked, white shirt undone, and pants pooled around his ankles.
His face was flushed, breath uneven, and then, unexpectedly, his eyes fluttered open. His gaze locked with yours, and a desperate whisper slipped from his lips: “Y/N…”
His eyes met yours in the mirror’s reflection, and instead of shame, a slow, confident smirk spread across his face.
He turned fully to you, the smirk deepening, as if daring you to watch. The air thickened with tension, his boldness leaving you breathless.
“What are you doing here baby?” His gaze roamed you, then he licked his lips, approving what he saw.
“I just came to give you this,” you stammered, trying to look away but unable to stop staring at how big he was, how he stroked himself, literally putting on a show for you.
“You—you can’t be doing this,” you whispered, but he chuckled and stepped closer, his hand never faltering. In fact, his strokes grew harder and faster.
You leaned back, closing the door to hide his indiscretion. He chuckled darkly. “You don’t like seeing daddy like this?”
You glared. “You’re not my dad.”
He stepped closer, still pleasuring himself, lips brushing your ear. “You sure, baby girl? I’m marrying your mother in an hour.”
You tried to focus upward, but he was so close you could hear every wet stroke, every heavy breath. God, he was too close. “Dex—”
He cut you off, whispering, “Daddy.”
You pulled back, your back hitting the wall, trapped between him. His strokes grew louder. “I shouldn’t be seeing this, Dex.”
He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “I don’t see the problem. You’re going to be mine soon.”
“You’re marrying my mother.”
“Exactly.”
“That doesn’t make me yours.”
“Actually, I’m marrying your mother. She’s moving in with me, so what’s hers is mine.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder again, his nose trailing along your neck as if trying to absorb every inch of you.
His hand toyed with himself, slick with pre-cum dripping down, creating the wettest, most sinful sounds you’ve ever heard as he continued to pump himself.
It was all too much the idea that he had pictured you walking down the aisle in your bridesmaid’s dress, not your mother. And yet, here you were.
The sensation hit him hard because you looked even more stunning than he’d imagined. You even smelled better than he expected, everything making his head spin.
His stomach clenched as he neared climax, his moans growing louder. He couldn’t stop licking his lips, eyes fixed on you, wishing it was you walking down the aisle instead of your miserable mother.
“Baby,” he whimpered, locking eyes with you just as he was about to lose control, his knees nearly giving out.
He let out a frustrated whimper, breath ragged, as you glanced away, breaking eye contact.
His breath caught when he saw your hesitation, weighing whether to help him or stop him altogether. It seemed like you were about to choose the former.
You looked down at him and he chuckled softly, knowing you could finally see him in all his glory.
You swallowed hard, then lifted your arms and pushed him against the wall. “What the hell, Dex? Are you crazy?” you almost yelled, your chest heaving with emotion as your chests pressed together.
He winces at your touch, his skin almost too sensitive, as if he’s been masturbating for a while which is true, but more so because he’s been desperate for your touch for months.
He begins to lean down into you, his eyes closing as your name slips from his lips. His cock twitches and throbs in his hand, and then his cum spills out, signalling his orgasm.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Hot white ropes of cum spew from his slit, landing on your dress and his suit.
You back away from your stepdad in a panic, shocked by what you’ve just witnessed, and worst of all, on his wedding day the day he's about to marry your mother.
His eyes squeeze shut as he strokes himself through his orgasm. Dex leans into you, breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
Just then, your mother, with the worst timing, knocks on the door. “I know the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride, but is Y/N there? I told her to give you my letter and—”
He takes a deep breath, still trying to steady himself from the orgasm. Then he kisses your lips before straightening up and tucking himself back into his pants, as if nothing happened.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he yells, pushing past you. You stand frozen in shock as he steps forward to open the door, revealing your mother waiting outside.
You panic knowing they can’t see each other because it’s bad luck. But now you realise your soon-to-be stepfather married your mother just to get to you. The white spot on his suit is proof enough.
You shout, “Wait, you can’t!”
Your mother chuckles softly from the other side. “Dex, love, just stay there. Y/n, baby, come out. I assume she gave you the letter.”
He picks up the letter, almost scoffing, confirming your fears that he’s only marrying her because of you. Yet he forces a soft voice, “I got it.”
That snaps you out of your daze. “I’m coming, Mum,” you say, shaking your head.
“Like I did,” he teases, and you can’t help but smack his arm, making him chuckle. For a moment, you forget your mother is just beyond the door.
“I can’t wait, love. Just one more hour,” she almost yells from the other side.
But your soon-to-be stepdad smirks, bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you down the aisle, love,” and kisses you once more, like you’re the bride, not your mother, who’s patiently waiting outside the door.
request . rafe comforting sweetheart!reader after scaring her
warnings: implications/after effects of abuse , violence
anyone with two eyes & knowledge of rafe cameron knew he could be a violent person. but also, anyone with two eyes & knowledge of you knew that you was rafe's soft spot.
"you've tamed him." sarah joked when the pair of you were hanging out one time by the dock. "you've literally domesticated him. i don't think i've ever seen my brother as calm as he is now."
you realised this was true except not for the reason everyone else thought. your past relationship had been abusive, something you only recognised when you got with rafe & soon he recognised the patterns too. the first time being when he reached out to tuck a strand of hair between your ears & you instead flinched and shielded your face. you knew rafe would never hurt you, but there was one time when he came close.
it had been a long day for him & one for you too when he came back from work. you could immediately tell he was exhausted: his shoulders were slumped as he chucked his keys on the counter. he barely looked at you as he asked, "what d'you want for dinner?"
"i don't mind."
"y/n, please pick."
"rafe, i honestly don't —" you hadn't even finished your sentence before the keys that were on the kitchen island had slammed right into the wall beside your head. "jesus christ, stop being so damned indecisive and just pick."
you couldn't help it. muscle memory kicked in. your breathing turned shallow & tears welled in your eyes, because suddenley you weren't hearing rafe, you were hearing your other boyfriend and you couldn't stop the sobs that had came with him.
in one quick stride, rafe was by your side. you didn't even get to unfreeze before he knelt beside you, gently grasping your knees and then cupping your face. "hey, sweetheart. i'm so sorry, i didn't mean to scare you." when you didn't reply, turning your face away so he wouldn't see you crying, his heart dropped & instead he softly tried to pry your fingers away. "y/n , please look at me."
you managed to, and guilt stronger than a truck hit him straight in the chest as his face softened at your tears. "hey, hey, don't cry. i can't stand the thought that i made you upset." he leaned forward to kiss you on your forehead, "i'm so sorry baby, i didn't mean to scare you." he repeated, holding your hand & kissing each one, punctuated by a mumbled apology. "i know how brave you are, going through that relationship. you're safe here." as your sobs managed to relax, he sighed before kissing your forehead, nose, then cheek. "i'm so sorry, sweetheart." he hugged you, resting his forehead on the crook of your shoulder before leaning back up to kiss you on the forehead. "i'll never do that again. i swear it, pretty girl."
nevertheless, you're getting a lot of comfort & love that night.
Bullseye pinning your sleeves down with a knife as he's fucking you.
You're laid down on the floor, underwear haphazardly pulled to the side, his thick cock pounding into you with hard thrusts. He's got your hands interlocked above your head, one of his blades pierced through the fabric of your shirt to secure them in place. You can't do anything but take what he gives you, the knife preventing your arms from moving and his gloved fingers keeping you down and nearly immobile with a tight grip. No matter how hard you plead and beg, with every word he's just hastening the pace, hips pistoning into you with an unforgiving rhythm that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head and hole clenching around his lenght in pleasure.
I feel like trailer park rafe would be so mean if reader was like bratty or pouting too much for his liking about something that “isn’t a big deal”, would end with her getting stuffed and pounded into.
omg yes he would be so mean!!! get ready for the dirty talk 😵💫😭
“Sit your pretty ass on the couch babydoll. You don’t need to go.” Rafe grumbled, patting his worn jeans down for his truck keys. He spotted them on the coffee table and grabbed them in rough hands. “I’ll be right back. Stop fuckin’ poutin. I’m not in the mood for that shit.” He said, blue eyes looking at you as you sat with your arms crossed on the ratty couch. You didn’t care if he was just running up the road to get cigarettes, you wanted to go with him and he wasn’t letting you. You tried not to act like a brat, but sometimes you were just overly clingy with him.
“But… can I please go?” You pleaded, glossy lips pouty and thick lashes fluttering. You loved to ride in his truck and go places with him. When he shook his head, you let out a bratty huff and stomped your feet. “But whyyy?” You whined, standing up as if you were going to follow him anyway. You knew he hated attitude, but you wanted his attention and were gonna get it.
His striking eyes narrowed at you, watching your small frame look tiny in comparison to his tall height. Your pout didn’t leave, and arms were still crossed over your chest as you looked up at him as if you were trying to intimidate him. He couldn't help but let out an amused laugh, his rough hand coming up to grip your jaw. “I know I didn't fuckin’ stutter. Drop the goddamn attitude or I’ll fuck it out of you.” He spoke lowly, watching as you raised an eyebrow to challenge him. Oh weren’t you getting a little feisty with him. He definitely needed to remind you who was in charge.
“What’d I tell you about questioning me, huh? Wanna act like a fuckin’ brat when I’ll be right back.” Rafe snorted. His free hand turned you around, shoving you towards the torn couch where he made sure your face was buried in the tattered fabric. “You remember whose goddamn trailer you’re in? Think it’s cute actin’ like a brat?” He said, pulling down your cute panties underneath the pink dress you wore.
Your delicate hands held onto the scratchy material of the couch, hearing the audible zip of Rafe’s jeans being pulled down. Your poor cunt fluttered, almost regretting acting up as his two massive palms spread your fleshy ass cheeks. You barely had time to react when you felt his fat cock shove itself in your tight hole without warning. Your pretty mouth fell open in a silent moan, his huge length making your tummy clench in pleasure as he pushed himself in.
“That make you shut the fuck up? Get your hole stuffed and pounded by a big dick.” His raspy tone gritted out, reaching up to grip your hair in his fist. He used your thick locks as a rein, his toned hips slapping against your round ass as he thrusted into your creamy little cunt. He couldn’t help but watch your smaller body below him just taking his monster pipe like you had no choice since you acted the way you did.. “All because you can’t go with me down the fuckin’ road.” He scoffed, trying to hold back as his nut as you squeezed his slick cock.
You were so full, a whiny mess for a completely different reason now. You could feel that funny feeling wash over you, your flushed cheek rubbing against the couch as he continually fucked your pretty cunt from behind. You couldn’t even get any words out, Rafe quite literally pounding the brat out of you. Even if it wasn’t a complete meltdown, he still didn’t put up with any kind of drama or attitude.
“I’m gonna stuff you full slut, then make you fuckin’ sit here still and think about the next time you wanna act like a brat.” His dirty words, always making a precious moan from you echo off the trailer walls.
summary: what if you wished for dex to love you more than anything in the whole world?
Benjamin Poindexter x GN!Reader
tags/warning: no use of y/n, obsessive!dex, dark!reader, blood/violence, one wish willow, uncanny behavior, stalking, murder, so many red flags, naive!reader, curry barker voice cameo, etc.
masterlist
HEADCANONS
you and dex were friends for awhile now, you guys knew each other before anything of the canon plot happened
you were nice to dex but you weren't ready for a relationship
besides, dex only thought of you as a friend, especially during julie, but after she died, he looked to you
a few months later, you were looking for a gift for dex for his birthday, but he's so hard to get a gift for and you managed to find a one wish willow
you had planned on giving it to him, you think he'd appreciate the thought
you've also had a huge crush on him for a while now and you think you're ready for a relationship now
but plans went skyrocketing when dex was shot after the whole thing with fisk
instead of wishing for dex's health to get better, you were selfish
you wished for benjamin poindexter to love you more than anything in the whole world
you just didn't realize he already did
so instead, the wish just made dex more obvious in his stalking, pining, and obsessing
immediately after the wish - which you made as dex was being patched up after the event - dex woke up from where he was passed out (handcuffed to the bed)
he had one thing on his mind - you.
he asked about you, immediately, uncontrollably, fighting the restraints to the point of bleeding, yelling, glaring, growling like a feral animal
he was inconsolable until you stepped into his sight, he immediately calmed down - like a switch just flipped
it was uncanny to you, he was erratic and now he was smiling
matt and karen were immediately cautious - the way he was acting was so strange
matt was especially concerned, what with his senses and being able to read dex's body language and heart rate
you reassured them that it was just adrenaline from waking up in a strange place - but you knew something wasn't completely right
you took dex home that night
he was acting mostly normal, a little more affectionate and clingy but normal - you didn't think anything of it
up until at three a.m where you woke up, feeling unease
patting dex's spot in the bed, it was cold
you groggily raise your head to look for him, blood running cold when you see him lingering in the shadows
he was hidden in the dark like he belonged there
"dex?" you ask in a worried tone
"yes, sweetheart?" he responded, his tone sweeter than normal
that should have put you off
"what are you doing? come back to bed." you grumbled
"i will, soon." he just said, going quiet
you didn't respond, but you were off-put by his actions so you just laid back to sleep, closing your eyes
you felt him get back in the bed a few minutes later, arms wrapping around you so tightly you could hardly breathe
you wheezed lightly, patting his arms, "little less tighter," you didn't question why he was clingy
he immediately loosened his hold, but he still held you in his arms
the next morning, he was in bed with you as you woke, already watching you
you flinched in shock, not expecting it
"good morning," dex had the sweetest smile on his face as he looked down at you
it was an expression you've never seen on him
"good morning," you smiled nervously, ignoring the red flags
he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours so sweetly, you melted
you almost got lost into it but you paused
you broke the kiss quickly, "dex, what?"
"what?" he looked concerned
"i didn't know you liked me like that." you answered, confused
dex smiled, "i do, a lot."
"oh?" you paused, content to being held in his warm embrace, "since when?"
"after julie died, it made me realize who i wanted to be with."
you should have flagged that, you were just so stupid and hopeful
"yeah?" you grinned and dex leaned down to kiss you
the first time you had sex with dex, he was more than reciprocative - he was enthusiastic
he made you come on his fingers, more than once, and then on his cock
you made him come multiple times, leaving him a whimpering mess underneath you
your first time was amazing - and so were all the others
the morning after, you had to go to work
dex made you eggs, you ate them and left to go to work, not without a goodbye kiss
you were at work, just doing your job, when you shiver, a feeling running down your spine
you looked around, there was no one of suspicion watching you to be suspicious of
you shook off the feeling, getting back to work
later that day, you returned home to dex waiting for you with a smile
"hey," you greeted him
"i missed you, sweetheart," he walked to you to place a kiss on your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him
you smiled against his lips, you didn't say anything back, so he paused
"did you miss me too?" he asked, desperately, "did you? tell me you did, please."
you pulled away from his lips, eyebrows furrowing
"did you? tell me you did, did you?" he repeated, his voice getting louder in volume, his face scrunching up in distress as he moved down to his knees, pleading and begging, pressing his face against your stomach
"yes! yes, i did, dex!" you reassured him, your hand coming up to stroke his face gently, "i missed you so much."
he calmed down, smiling softly at you and nuzzling into your hand
the first time you were genuinely worried about what dex could do was when you went out with your friends
it was a group of friends, two guys and two girls you met through school or through each other
dex had wanted to go with you, but you told him it'd be weird if he was there
he tried not to let his emotions take over him as he nodded - he would just be with you another way
you guys were watching a movie at one of the other's house when one of them - who was sitting next to you - tried to place their arm over your shoulder
your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to move away
"what are you doing?" you whispered to the friend, not wanting to disturb your other friends
"uh," the friend stumbled over their words, "i just thought-"
"don't," you warned them, moving away, leaning against the arm of the sofa.
you swear you saw a glint of something in the window, but you shrugged it off
after the hangout, you went home, finding dex waiting for you, sleeves covered in red
you froze, "dex?"
"i have a gift for you," dex started, hands covered in blood resting by his sides
"what is it?" you asked, scared but curious
"come," he grabbed your hand in his bloodied one, leading you to your bedroom as you tried not to grimace
he opened the door to the bedroom, revealing his gift
you gasped in shock, "dex, what the fuck?!"
it was your friend - the one that tried to make a move on you - their decapitated head resting on the pillow, their body moved to lay on top of the blanket, curled up in a ball
"do you like your gift, baby?" dex asked you in the sweetest voice, coming to stand behind you, peppering kisses on your neck and behind your ear
you tried not to fall into the sweet embrace as you looked at your friend's dead body
"dex, why'd you do this?" you turned around to face him, his hands moving down to rest above your elbows
"because i love you so, so, so, so, so much," dex confessed
you froze, love was a fast word for something that's only been going on for a few days
"do you love me? tell me you love me, please," dex pleaded, "please, say it, say it," his grip on your arms tightened
your mouth gaped open and close, "dex," you softly started
"say it! tell me you love me!" he yelled, but not at you, just for you, "say it!"
"i love you!" you screamed back, "i love you, dex,"
he visibly unwinded, "thank you, baby," he kissed you, pressing his lips against yours, pulling you closer
your thoughts went back to the one wish willow, that must be what caused it all
a few hours later, when dex was distracted, you found the box for the wish, reading it over
there was a customer support number on it, so you dialed it
"hello, one wish willow?" you sounded unsure as you asked
"sure, what's up?" the voice on the other end asked
"if i made a wish and i want to alter it, could i do that?" you asked, rubbing in between your brows
"uh, that's not really how that works," the voice said
"how does it work then?" you snapped
"well you make a wish and it lasts forever," they answered
"forever?" you gaped in shock
"or you know, until you die."
you pinched the bridge of your nose, "well, is it real?"
"is what real? the wish?"
"is his love real? does dex actually love me?" you tried not to let your voice crack
"depends, did he love you before the wish?"
"i don't know!" you exclaimed, "how would i even know that!"
"do you wish to talk to dex?"
"what do you mean?" you asked, confused
"oh, wait, that's weird," the voice paused
"what?"
"he's not here," the voice hummed, "that only means one thing," they sounded amused now
"what?" you were tired of the vague answers, "can you just be frank for once?!"
"that's not my name," they retorted, "your dex isn't here, the wish didn't work,"
you paused, "what does that mean?"
"it means while you made a wish, it had already came true, so everything dex is doing is of his own accord. the wish only made him bolder," they explained
"oh, so what now?" you questioned
"now, he's all yours, have fun," they hung up and you slowly put your phone down
that whole conversation just meant dex actually loved you and this was his way of showing it
"hey," dex pressed himself against your back
"hi," you replied, leaning back into him, mind still reeling
"who were you talking to?" he asked, obsessively
"just a friend," you lied, turning around to face him
well, he actually loved you, it wasn't just from the wish, huh.
bear with me guys i had a dream about this during my nap after my toxicology final...
dex who would baby trap you to make sure his sweet girl never leaves him. you always tell him to "wear a condom," but he'll get you so fucked out with his tongue and fingers that before he even fucks you the only thing on your mind is dex dex dex dex dex. the next day when you're lucid, you tell him that you need a pill, so he goes out like a good boyfriend and comes back with a sugar pill! he also tracks your cycle and plans nice little dates during your ovulation so that way he has a better chance. "feel s'good baby. doing so good f'me. gonna knock you up, you like that?" you might whine and say "dex! no." but he just shushes you with a deep kiss, hips snapping against yours as you claw at his back. "shh, baby, i got you. feels too good to stop now, doesn't it?"
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Daddy!dex doing his routinely pussy inspection on his baby girl.
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Dex marries your mother, but things spiral when you and him develop a complicated relationship that blurs every boundary set known to man. Because you've been sleeping with him behind your mothers back. What's even worse is that he's willing to kill her to have you.
𝐓𝐖 - STEPCEST TO INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, pussy inspections, short skirts, no panties, none really. Just possessive!dex.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.
𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐝𝐞𝐱 always does thorough inspections to protect you—he doesn’t trust anyone around his baby girl. No boys, and certainly no professors. After all, you have a thing for older men.
Once you come home, he sits in his chair, legs spread wide, positioned right in front of the couch. You roll your eyes, already knowing what’s about to happen.
He gestures toward the sofa, and you oblige, always doing what Daddy says. When you lift your extremely short skirt, he lets out a deep sigh, now regretting putting it on you and wanting to burn it right away.
Dex releases a deep sigh when you lift your skirt to reveal that you disobeyed him by going out without panties. He appreciates that you often skip them when wearing pants, mainly because he has ruined so many that you hardly have any left. However, he dislikes that you chose today to forgo them, especially with your incredibly short skirt, which gives anyone a clear view of what belongs to him.
"Sweetheart," he sighs, but you smirk. "Yes, daddy." Your grin is too big for his liking, teasing in such a manner because even though you disobeyed him then, you're obeying him now. As you take off your blouse, he's atleast grateful you wore a bra; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you hadn’t.
Dex just sighs, adjusting in his chair as you smirk and lean back, opening yourself up to him.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -Daddy!dex, who disapproves of your college plans, he tries to convince you in other ways..
𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Dex marries your mother, but things spiral when you and him develop a complicated relationship that blurs every boundary set known to man. Because you've been sleeping with him behind your mothers back. What's even worse is that he's willing to kill her to have you.
𝐓𝐖 - STEPCEST TO INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, HEAVY SMUT. so if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.
but if you like that's your kind of thing then this involves, fingering, cunnilingus, pain kink, nipple pulling? a little non-con, heavy daddy kink, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, , heavy breeding kink.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.
𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐝𝐞𝐱 doesn’t understand why you’re still pushing to go to college. In his mind, there’s no need you don’t have to work or study when he can take care of you.
He pictures something simple, domestic: you at home, safe, cooking, cleaning, patching him up after jobs… exactly where he thinks you belong.
But instead, you’re studying to become a doctor. He thinks he can help with that too. He could guide you. Be your “practice patient” for life.
Of course, he starts showing up to your college. Sitting in on your lectures at the back of the room, quiet and unnoticed. Watching every guy who talks to you a second too long. Noticing every professor who smiles at you a little too warmly. He keeps track of names. Faces. Patterns. Because that’s what he does.
Because he’s Bullseye.
And people who look at you the wrong way don’t stay forgotten.
So when you later find him sitting in his car outside, knuckles tight on the steering wheel and a fresh bruise under his eye, you’re not even surprised anymore.
He doesn’t explain at first. Just looks at you like he’s waiting for appreciation.
Then he leans in and kisses you, still watching the terrified professor stumbling into the medical bay behind you.
“Did you tell them you’re married?” he asks, flat.
You roll your eyes, of course you didn’t.
He doesn’t like that answer. “You need to drop out,” he says.
You sigh, reminding him you only have one year left.
“That’s too long,” he mutters, already starting the car. And just like that, he drives you home like the decision was never really yours to begin with.
Don't worry, once he gets your pregnant then you'll have no choice to drop out.
When Dex says, “Undress for daddy,” you just roll your eyes.
You protest, “I need to study for an exam,” but it’s too late he’s already pushing you onto the couch, kissing his way up your body.
You huff, “I can’t undress if you’re pushing against me,” but he just shakes his head at your complaint. Then he lifts your legs around his hips, kissing each one as he pulls down your panties and lifts the mini skirt he helped you pick out.
It’s the way he licks his lips that tells you exactly what he’s about to do. He knows you can’t resist how he uses his tongue on you. He literally eats you out like he’s savouring every taste, with long, quick motions just the way you like it.
He’s doing this on purpose. He hates that you’re still determined to finish your degree, and this is his way of trying to convince you to stay with him. And, god, it’s working.
When he eats you out, Dex is vocal, moaning into you, breathing you in, and giving slow, sensual licks that make your body literally vibrate against him.
He pulls back, his face covered with your wetness. You can't help but moan, "Mm... daddy!" He chuckles softly and asks, "Is my baby girl feeling good?" You grab onto his head, pulling him back in, and he chuckles, teasing you by blowing softly onto your neck doing everything except what you really want him to do.
You pull him in, tightening your grip on his head, making him moan into you. He's out of breath when you finally let go. "Are you going to make me a daddy, baby?" he asks, and you moan as he swaps his tongue for his fingers. He finds your G-spot instantly. He's bullseye so of course, he never misses.
"You already are,"you complain, he moans as your wetness drips down his arm. He slips another finger inside you, making you grab onto the cushion for dear life. "Damn right I am, baby—but you're going to give me another one."
You shake your head, gripping the cushion so tightly that you can feel the stuffing flatten. "No... not yet," you say. He smirks and replies, "You're going to listen to me, baby." Then he goes back to licking your clit rapidly while pumping three fingers inside you, making you almost throw the cushion in frustration.
Why does he sound so hot when he’s dominant and controlling you like that? It’s because he can actually back it up. You’re about to come.
He looks up at you with the biggest smirk, knowing you have to oblige. You have nowhere else to go.
Sure, he bought this apartment so you could be closer to campus no more two-hour drives back and forth, no more secret stops at motels claiming your home was too far. But really, he bought this place as a fallback; he has more than enough money to move somewhere more secluded tomorrow if he wanted. You’re just too stubborn to realise it.
"Twist your nipples for me, baby. You know you can’t come without it." Of course, you oblige you’ll do anything daddy says. You bring your hands up and squeeze as tight as you can, but it’s not as good as when he does it. He chuckles at your little sulk.
"Daddy, please," you whisper. He expected that and brings his left arm up to squeeze your breast. With all that stimulation. His tongue on your clit, three fingers pumping inside you, and his hand twisting your nipples. You come with a loud screech.
Dex pulls back and gives your thigh a light slap, watching it jiggle as you try to calm yourself down. He gives you a teasing look, noticing the giant wet spot on the couch.
You sigh and get up, saying, "You did that on purpose." He just shrugs, knowing that now you’re too tired to study. If he keeps this up, you’ll flunk out.
"Round two, sweetheart,” and you just gesture to pause for a moment, still recovering from your high. He chuckles, "I thought you young people had high libidos." You throw the now flattened coushion at him, which he catches effortlessly. "Not when you come like that, Jesus Ben"
He gives you a pointed look. "What did you call me?" Then he starts tickling you. "Dex! Dex! Oh god, I meant Dex!" you say, pulling away with a huff, thinking he’s letting you off. But of course, you’re wrong.
"That’s not my name," he says, continuing to tickle you until his hand slips down and back inside, stroking your now-sensitive pussy, making you arch into him.
"Daddy, please," you whisper. He tilts his head, teasing, "Daddy what?" His strokes grow faster and deeper, knowing he can make you come again.
"Not again, please," you plead. He nudges his nose against yours. "Too late, baby girl." Then his other hand flicks your nipple, and you come once more.
You sigh and glare at him. "I hate you." He kisses you softly. "No, you don’t." He finally pulls back, admiring you for a moment. You worry he might want another round, but he looks at the clock—it’s nearly eight o’clock. He sighs and says, "How about we shower, and I’ll order dinner for us?"
You sigh in relief and nod, thinking that’s a good idea—you want an early night. But as he helps you up, there’s a spark in his eye that tells you he wants to continue later. After all, you promised him a kid.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you catch your soon to be step father in a private moment on his and your mothers wedding day.
𝐓𝐖 - STEPCEST TO INCEST, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, ,non-con undertones, power dynamics, manipulitave!Dex, cheating implied, daddy kink, dark! dex, masterbation. So if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.
The church was already half-alive with music and murmured voices when your mum gently pressed an envelope into your hands.
She was standing in her wedding dress, adjusting her veil in the mirror when she glanced at you with a soft smile.
“Sweetheart, could you do me a favour? Can you give this to your stepdad?”
You blinked. “He’s not my stepdad.”
“Yet.”
“Whatever. What is it?” You turned it over in your hands, realising what it was before you even opened it. You let out a small laugh. “Is this… a love letter?”
“It’s my wedding, so yes it is” she said simply, like that explained everything.
“Aren’t your vows enough?”
“No.”
You rolled your eyes and exited the room, heading over to Dex. Just then, you heard your mum call out from down the hall, “Remember, the groom can’t see the bride!”
The groom’s hallway was quiet when you reached it. You could hear faint murmurs behind the door: your name whispered softly.
You knocked once. No answer. “Dex?” Still nothing. You hesitated just outside, a strange knot tightening in your stomach.
The muffled sounds made you stop. You opened the door a little more, surprised by what you saw. Dex was alone, having a quiet moment on the day he was meant to marry your mother.
You peeked inside. Your soon-to-be stepdad was in front of a mirror, his bow tie crooked, white shirt undone, and pants pooled around his ankles.
His face was flushed, breath uneven, and then, unexpectedly, his eyes fluttered open. His gaze locked with yours, and a desperate whisper slipped from his lips: “Y/N…”
His eyes met yours in the mirror’s reflection, and instead of shame, a slow, confident smirk spread across his face.
He turned fully to you, the smirk deepening, as if daring you to watch. The air thickened with tension, his boldness leaving you breathless.
“What are you doing here baby?” His gaze roamed you, then he licked his lips, approving what he saw.
“I just came to give you this,” you stammered, trying to look away but unable to stop staring at how big he was, how he stroked himself, literally putting on a show for you.
“You—you can’t be doing this,” you whispered, but he chuckled and stepped closer, his hand never faltering. In fact, his strokes grew harder and faster.
You leaned back, closing the door to hide his indiscretion. He chuckled darkly. “You don’t like seeing daddy like this?”
You glared. “You’re not my dad.”
He stepped closer, still pleasuring himself, lips brushing your ear. “You sure, baby girl? I’m marrying your mother in an hour.”
You tried to focus upward, but he was so close you could hear every wet stroke, every heavy breath. God, he was too close. “Dex—”
He cut you off, whispering, “Daddy.”
You pulled back, your back hitting the wall, trapped between him. His strokes grew louder. “I shouldn’t be seeing this, Dex.”
He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “I don’t see the problem. You’re going to be mine soon.”
“You’re marrying my mother.”
“Exactly.”
“That doesn’t make me yours.”
“Actually, I’m marrying your mother. She’s moving in with me, so what’s hers is mine.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder again, his nose trailing along your neck as if trying to absorb every inch of you.
His hand toyed with himself, slick with pre-cum dripping down, creating the wettest, most sinful sounds you’ve ever heard as he continued to pump himself.
It was all too much the idea that he had pictured you walking down the aisle in your bridesmaid’s dress, not your mother. And yet, here you were.
The sensation hit him hard because you looked even more stunning than he’d imagined. You even smelled better than he expected, everything making his head spin.
His stomach clenched as he neared climax, his moans growing louder. He couldn’t stop licking his lips, eyes fixed on you, wishing it was you walking down the aisle instead of your miserable mother.
“Baby,” he whimpered, locking eyes with you just as he was about to lose control, his knees nearly giving out.
He let out a frustrated whimper, breath ragged, as you glanced away, breaking eye contact.
His breath caught when he saw your hesitation, weighing whether to help him or stop him altogether. It seemed like you were about to choose the former.
You looked down at him and he chuckled softly, knowing you could finally see him in all his glory.
You swallowed hard, then lifted your arms and pushed him against the wall. “What the hell, Dex? Are you crazy?” you almost yelled, your chest heaving with emotion as your chests pressed together.
He winces at your touch, his skin almost too sensitive, as if he’s been masturbating for a while which is true, but more so because he’s been desperate for your touch for months.
He begins to lean down into you, his eyes closing as your name slips from his lips. His cock twitches and throbs in his hand, and then his cum spills out, signalling his orgasm.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Hot white ropes of cum spew from his slit, landing on your dress and his suit.
You back away from your stepdad in a panic, shocked by what you’ve just witnessed, and worst of all, on his wedding day the day he's about to marry your mother.
His eyes squeeze shut as he strokes himself through his orgasm. Dex leans into you, breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
Just then, your mother, with the worst timing, knocks on the door. “I know the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride, but is Y/N there? I told her to give you my letter and—”
He takes a deep breath, still trying to steady himself from the orgasm. Then he kisses your lips before straightening up and tucking himself back into his pants, as if nothing happened.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he yells, pushing past you. You stand frozen in shock as he steps forward to open the door, revealing your mother waiting outside.
You panic knowing they can’t see each other because it’s bad luck. But now you realise your soon-to-be stepfather married your mother just to get to you. The white spot on his suit is proof enough.
You shout, “Wait, you can’t!”
Your mother chuckles softly from the other side. “Dex, love, just stay there. Y/n, baby, come out. I assume she gave you the letter.”
He picks up the letter, almost scoffing, confirming your fears that he’s only marrying her because of you. Yet he forces a soft voice, “I got it.”
That snaps you out of your daze. “I’m coming, Mum,” you say, shaking your head.
“Like I did,” he teases, and you can’t help but smack his arm, making him chuckle. For a moment, you forget your mother is just beyond the door.
“I can’t wait, love. Just one more hour,” she almost yells from the other side.
But your soon-to-be stepdad smirks, bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you down the aisle, love,” and kisses you once more, like you’re the bride, not your mother, who’s patiently waiting outside the door.
dex asking sweet!reader to point a gun at his head when they fuck. you've never held one before, never wanted to, never had a reason to.
your hand shakes when you press the barrel against dex's forehead, breath hitching, but he loves it. leans into it with a pleased sigh, coaxing you to keep it there.
loves seeing how nervous it makes you, how your chest heaves, how your bottom lip wobbles.
his cock throbs inside you, hips snapping even faster when he sees your eyes getting teary, from pleasure and fear alike.
"keep it steady, sweetheart," he groans, baring teeth in a snarl as he keeps rutting into you. "right here, right here," dex leans into it again, barrel flush to his sweaty forehead. "that's it, baby. just like that. good job."
benjamin poindexter loves eating pussy but he’s soo mean :(
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“yeah—hah, look at this sloppy pussy,” dex snickers, spreading your folds with his thick fingers before letting a glob of spit fall from his swollen pink lips and bringing his face down to catch any saliva that could drip, licking a long strip up your cunt
you whine, threading your fingers through his short hair, bucking your hips desperately up into dex’s already busy mouth, his face is smushed in between your thighs making his groan buzz straight through to your core and causing your thighs to squeeze against his head even harder
“ben—p-please, hng—!” you gasp into the humid space of his pristinely clean room
“tch. enough outta you, baby. only want her talking to me,” he grins against your weeping folds before licking a slow stripe from your fluttering hole to your clit. you whine out a string of curses as he starts circling his pretty tongue around it, he pulls back which makes you mewl out immediately
thwack!
you gargle out a scream as his large palm connects with your sensitive center in a loud crack
“c’mon—be a good girl f’me and fucking listen.” dex all but growls out as he gives you a glare that sends a cold wave down you whilst also filling you with a level of arousal you’re overwhelmed by
your back arches as he goes back to slurping and sucking at your now puffy, sensitive cunt—sliding two long, thick fingers into your core, feeling along your gummy walls before finding that one spot that makes you see stars.
his hand splays over your thigh, leaving crescent moons in its wake as he keeps eating you out—oh, so good.
“so pretty for me baby wish you could see yourself right now—lookin’ all fucked out.”
“b-benn, m’gonna cum!” you gasp out as your head thrashes to the left, your grip on his hair turning painful. it makes him grin sadistically. as the coil inside you tightens, so close to snapping you warn him you’re close so ready to reach that sweet sweet release…
then suddenly, your thighs feel agonizingly empty—the warmth gone, replaced by cold air hitting the slick between them.
you look up. the man who was just buried between your legs is now kneeling, not even at half his height yet still towering over your much smaller frame.
“huh—? why-why’d you st—” your whine cuts off as you feel a wet slap against your clit
he glides his angry red tip to your puffy cunt.
“wanna feel that you cum on my cock,” he says with a downright sinister smirk.
a/n : originally a gojo fic but i reuploaded cuz ben is dada :P
{ wc } 8,593
{ summary } When Dex is late for the home-cooked meal you planned, he's desperate for your forgiveness and jumps at the chance to prove his devotion to you...
{ warnings/notes/content } MDNI (18+), NSFW, smut, body worship, some light dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, submission, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm control, delayed orgasm, drool/spit, slight choking, teasing, biting, vaginal fingering, kissing, making out, dry humping/grinding, finger sucking, finger fucking, oral sex F/receiving, oral sex M/receiving, hair pulling, nipple play/sucking, thigh riding, restraint, overstimulation, begging, light masochism, light sadism, filthy talk lol
“You’re late.”
Dex sank to his knees before you, with a gentle thud. His broad shoulders slumped as he placed his thick hands around your calves; gingerly, holding himself back, as if afraid you’d flee at his touch. Maybe you should.
But then, Dex turns his pretty, rugged, stupidly sexy pouty face up towards you and catches your eye. This behemoth of a man. A killer. A murderer, truthfully. And he’s gazing up at you through his lashes with the most pleading green doe eyes you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry, baby. I-I messed up. Please don’t be mad at me. Please…”
His soft begging nearly broke you. He can’t stand the idea of hurting you in any shape or form, let alone you being upset with him. He’d do anything to make you happy. Seriously, anything. Whether he’d admit it out loud or not, Dex craves validation. Especially from you. He needs to know you’re happy with him. That he’s doing a good job. That he is good. It was sweet, really… and a little sad, given his fraught upbringing. You typically give him everything he could want and more: assurance, praise, and adoration, and he soaks up every last drop. But, once in a while, you like to make him work for it. Dangle what he needs, just out of his reach.
It’s not that you want him to grovel for it…actually, yeah, that’s exactly what you want. Why lie? You loved the way he begged. Loved the way you could so easily bring a fucking force of nature to his knees. Plus, Dex always jumped at an opportunity to prove himself to you. He liked to work for it.
“I don’t think you are.”
Dex groans throatily, shuffling forward. He rested his head heavily against your thigh, nuzzling it slightly before looking up again, even more distraught. There was a crinkle between his brows, and his voice was strained as he murmured,
“I am. I’m so sorry. Please.”
You sighed and ran your hand through his sandy blonde hair, the light glinting off the collection of undeniably sexy silver strands along his temples. You cupped his cheek, and Dex keened into your touch, letting out a breath at the physical contact. You let your thumb graze over his parted mouth, dragging down his bottom lip slightly. You could feel his breathing pick up as you let your thumb rest there. His jaw opened, and you dipped your thumb into his mouth slightly, tracing over his bottom teeth and wet inner lip. His eyes met yours as he took the tip of your thumb into his slack jaw, closing around it and sucking on it just enough to send a pool of warmth to your core.
“Show me, then.”
Dex didn’t need to be told twice. You’d played similar games before. Though his eyes still had that puppy-dog sheen, you could see his lips tempting to perk up into his signature wry smile. You removed your thumb from his lips, and Dex let his mouth fall open a bit. He ran his lower lip over the smooth skin of your thighs, his eyes fluttering closed. The tip of his tongue slipped its way out, tasting you. The sensation sent chills up your spine, but you remained in control.
You stroke his hair gently, and Dex nearly purrs against your thigh. He doubles his efforts, leaning into it more, his breaths coming in short puffs. He leaves sloppy kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sucking the soft flesh into his eager, warm mouth. His hands explore your bare legs, rising to the backs of your thighs. You gripped his hair then, hard, jerking his head back to look up at you. Dex’s mouth was agape, lips pink and wet. A little gasp left his throat at the quick jolt, trailing off into a soft, lewd groan. Now that wry smile was fully spread across his chiseled, scarred face.
“Please,” he whispered hoarsely. He grinned crookedly, eyes heavily lidded now, “I’ll be good. I swear…”
You held him there a moment, pretending as if you could possibly refuse that fucking face. Finally, you loosened your grip enough for him to surge forward, his mouth meeting the skin of your thigh once more. This time, he was voracious, his teeth pinching your skin enough for you to let out an involuntary yelp. He soothes the area with his tongue before moving higher, and higher, and higher. He noses at the trimmed edge of your thin, minuscule shorts; it is a hot day after all.
With a quick glance at you, he buries his face between your thighs without a second thought. Your other hand drags through his hair, pulling him in slightly as you give a little roll of your hips. He groans into your clothed pussy, your arousal and his watering mouth quickly dampening the fabric that barred him from his meal. The warm air and vibrations of his voice reverberated in your core, initiating another jerk of your hips into his face. You could feel his smug grin widening against you.
His wide, rough hands grip the back of your thighs, kneading and pawing at you. They rise to cup your ass, pushing you forward even further into his face. You let your eyes drift closed, savoring the filthy sounds Dex emits into your crotch, and the feeling of his wet mouth desperately trying to get even closer. He might be enjoying this even more than you are. His hips had a mind of their own, rocking against nothing in search of friction. But all his conscious attention was on you.
His eyebrows knit up in concentration, sharp eyes either examining your expression or fluttering closed from his own arousal. His mouth never stopped working, his nose perfectly butting against your clit, right on target. Dex was already desperate to get closer, but the position of your bodies and the cloth that separated his needy tongue from your pussy only furthered his irritation and desire. Still, though, he had to be good for you. He had to do what you wanted—anything for you. Plus, a little delayed gratification certainly never hurt anyone.
You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking into his touch when Dex moved his mouth to suckle right over your clothed clit. You moaned, not caring who heard, and Dex responded with a muffled, broken sound of his own, again sending shockwaves through your pussy. You were starting to sweat a little in your light loungewear, so you couldn’t help but speculate just how hot Dex is in his full tactical suit. His cheeks were pink with exertion, and you could feel the roots of his hair dampening with perspiration. Awww, he was working so hard.
Without warning, you stepped back quickly, sending Dex toppling forward. He caught himself quickly, one arm firmly planted on the ground. He was panting like a dog, his knees spread wide. Dex attempted to catch his ragged breath before raising his heavy gaze to meet yours. His eyes were blown out, his pitch-black pupils obscuring any hints of his pretty green irises. The bottom half of his face was flushed, his lips parted and wet, his tongue darting out to lick them.
Dex looked positively drunk on your pussy, before even getting a proper taste.
Even through his deep blue protective gear, you could distinctly make out his hardening bulge. He clearly had no intention of hiding it, as his knees spread even wider with your lingering gaze, his lips drifting into a lazy, cocky grin. He wanted you to see what you were doing to him. For a cold-blooded killer, Dex could be so vulnerable with you. Like he was leaving that other life the second he walked in the door. Here, he wasn’t Bullseye. He was yours to play with. All yours.
Dex’s expression was lust incarnate as he waited, so patiently, for instructions.
“Get up.”
He rose slowly, his knees popping with the effort of lugging up his bulky frame. Standing, it was easy to picture just how threatening he’d be in a fight: nearly twice your size, with incredible stamina, terrifyingly accurate aim, and a psychotic lack of fear, no matter the situation. Dex also had a perpetual predatory slouch, his chin tucked, head cocked, and a glint in his eye, like he was sizing you up for a meal. And yet, despite all this, Bullseye eagerly awaited your commands.
“Take off your suit.”
His chest heaved as the corner of his mouth twitched up into a wider smile, revealing his teeth.
Dex had already slipped off his gloves and balaclava upon walking in the door, exposing his mournful expression over missing the dinner you made especially for him. It wasn’t anything serious like an anniversary or a birthday, just a gesture, something nice for Dex. He worked so hard, always beaten, bloodied, and sore; he deserved a home-cooked meal and a nice hot bath for two. Despite the dinner being on the books for a week, Dex was over 2 hours late, stumbling in the door, overflowing with apologies. Something about a mission going sideways, blah blah blah: there was always something. Truthfully, you weren’t surprised, or even actually angry. But, the second you saw just how terrible he felt, that little sadistic part of you (the one Dex liked so much) couldn’t help but twist the knife.
So, here he is. Exactly where he wants to be.
Dex’s hands rose, and he languidly unclipped the taut leather pistol harness stretched across his broad chest. It slid off easily, and he let it thunk to the ground. He moved slowly on to his belt, with all its little secret pockets and holsters. He took his time unbuckling it, gazing at you all the while, before sending the heavy thing to the ground as well. He did it so offhandedly that a few knives skittered out from their tactical sleeves. But Dex didn’t seem to care, his attention solely on you. You noticed that several of the knives typically sheathed on the belt were nowhere to be found. Probably embedded in the skulls of some AVTF agents somewhere. Serves them right.
He pulled out another from behind his back. And another. And another from his boot. And a few more–Jesus, how many did he have?
Finally, all his weapons discarded, Dex lifted the hem of his deep blue long-sleeve and pulled it up and over his head. You noticed the tiny bit of effort it took; his sore muscles clenching after the long day he’d had. As the shirt joined his weapons on the floor, you took in his physique; he was all hard planes, ridges, and contours. His chest, with its smattering of hair, was so broad and thick with tense muscle that you felt the overwhelming urge to just sink your teeth in. His shoulders were hulking, leading to his enormous biceps and veined forearms. His torso was undeniably toned, but dense with muscle and bulk, and a light, happy trail teasing its way below the hem of his tactical pants. His fair skin was littered with scars and a few fresh bruises from wherever he had just come from. Certainly not the worst you’d seen in your time together.
Dex motioned to unbutton his pants, but you stopped him before he could.
“Come here.”
Dex crossed the few feet in between you in a matter of milliseconds, immediately forcing you to crane your neck up at him. Still, he did not touch you. He waited. As you reached out to touch his chest, you could feel the anticipation bursting through his warm skin before you even made contact. You ran your hands over his taut muscles, taking your time, dragging them down slowly to his abdomen. You pressed on Dex’s aching muscles here and there, knowing exactly where he was always sore, earning little sighs from him. You reached around his waist, letting your nails run gently over his skin. You followed the seam of his spinal scar gently with one fingertip, starting from his neck, all the way down to his curved lower back, intercepted by the waist of his low-slung pants. You left a trail of goosebumps in your wake, and Dex shuddered lightly at the sensation. You brought your hands around to his lower stomach, feeling up his sturdy abdomen. He had a deep bruise forming near his ribs, and you ran your fingers over it, pressing just the tiniest bit.
Dex sucked in a shaky breath, suppressing a whinier sound that threatened to escape. Your eyes dart up at him, sticking your bottom lip out with a bit of exaggerated sympathy. “Aww, you poor thing. Does that hurt?” Dex swallows thickly and gives a tiny nod, avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry baby,” you whisper. You lean down and press a ginger kiss to the bruise, letting your hands fall to his waistband, tugging slightly. You tighten your grip on his waistband, pulling him into you. You continue to kiss his blossoming bruise, licking the tender area, using more pressure. Dex let out a gravelly groan from the back of his throat, of both pain and pleasure. You can feel his heartbeat racing under your lips, and you suck the skin into your mouth. Dex whines, then, his hands unable to stop themselves from threading through your hair. You smile against his skin, his big hands pushing you closer, masochistically. You notice his hips rocking slightly as his head cranes down to watch you. You apply even more pressure, unafraid of hurting him… because, perversely, that's exactly what Dex wants. You suck the bruise into your mouth before letting him go, the skin now reddened from your torment. Dex’s hands fell to his sides as you continued to kiss down his abdomen, sinking lower, teasing him, before rising to his pecs. Just as you imagined earlier, you closed your jaw over his thick muscle, leaving the indentations of your teeth behind. Dex groans deeply as you continue to bite and suck on his skin, his head lolling back as your mouth meets his throat. Your lips search his neck greedily, on the hunt for more of his pretty sounds.
“Please-” Dex mumbled, “Let me touch you.”
As he said this, you eyed his hands twitching at his sides; he was so desperate to be good for you. You drag your tongue up his throat, one hand reaching up to cup his face, turning his gaze down towards you. Your thumb finds the endearing dimple on his chin before hooking two of your fingers in his mouth. Dex exhales, needily, taking your fingers deeper into his mouth; he sucks them hungrily, savoring the feeling. Your tongue traces the sharp angle of his jaw, his light stubble tickling your lips.
You leave a kiss before landing on the jagged scar across his cheek. Your favorite of his entire vast collection. It made him look dangerous. Sexy. Your lips ghosted over the raised seam, followed by your tongue. Dex was about ready to fall apart beneath your touch, his mouth agape, letting your fingers explore his warm tongue and sharp canines. He never understood what you found so attractive about his ragged scars, but knowing you found him beautiful despite (and because of) his flaws made him love you all the more. He grew to crave your caresses of his most vulnerable spots. Your tongue departed the scar on his cheek, and your fingers left his mouth, to his disappointment, but he was quickly eased. Your soft lips brushed his ever-so-slightly, and you could feel his stuttering breath on yours.
“Touch me, Dex.”
As your lips fully met his, Dex’s hands flew to your body, groping everywhere at once, unable to decide on a more permanent position. From your ass, to your hips, to your lower back, your tits, your neck, your hair, everywhere he could get his grateful hands on. Your mouths met fiercely, intoxicated with each other. As your teeth clashed, you could taste the metallic sting of blood; either from whatever shenanigans Dex had got himself into earlier, or from the way you tugged sharply on his lower lip. Dex’s mouth was so hungry on yours, immediately taking the lead; he kissed you carnally like it was the only thing he thought about all day long. And it probably was. He oscillated from sucking on your lip, to exploring your mouth with his tongue, to cocking his head this way and that for a better angle; all the while keeping a fast, gratifying rhythm that left you breathless. It was the kind of kissing that makes your mind go blank, except for the thought of: why aren’t we doing this all the time, 24/7?
Dex’s deft fingers could feel your nipples hardening through your thin tank top, and it took all his willpower not to rip it off of you right then and there. Be good, be good, be good. He trailed his strong hands down your body, mapping every curve and swell as if for the first time. It was like that every time with Dex, always reverent. Always with a twinge of gratitude and disbelief that you allow him to touch you, even just look at you. But you do, every time. And it drives Dex wild. A sudden tight squeeze of your ass elicited a hiss from your lips, which he quickly swallowed. His wide hands pressed your hips into his, and you moaned as you immediately felt how hard he was. You rolled your hips into each other, dry humping like teenagers, but fuck, it felt so good. Your tongues slipped into each other's mouths, the feverish kisses growing even messier. You were both breathing heavily now, clawing at each other, grabbing whatever you could.
Your hands just couldn’t leave his body, one gripping his hair, the other groping his chest so hard your nails left crescent-shaped indents into his reddening skin. He moaned breathily into your mouth as you dug your nails in deeper.
His hand found your hair, and he tugged it back, exposing your neck to him. It allowed you each to catch your breath momentarily, a string of spit still connecting your reddened lips. Dex bowed his broad frame down, and his mouth met your sensitive flesh once more. He gnashed his teeth against your throat, his soft lips sucking marks to remember him by. You instinctively jerked your hips, whining his name. He responded only with a returning grind of his hips and a hum into your neck. Your head was starting to spin. Dex had always been able to get the upper hand at lightning speed, knowing just how to make you fold under his touch.
You snake your hand between your bodies and cup his hard-on, making him groan as he continues to leave bruises on your throat.
As a pair, you stumbled noisily through your shared apartment, ending up with you pressed against the wall of the kitchen. He was so close to you, his heavy form crushing yours; you nearly forgot to breathe. “S’that what I missed?” Dex grumbled, nodding his head towards the set dinner table. Feeling self-righteous, you had left dinner on the table hours ago, untouched, ready to serve. Naturally, the food was now cold, and probably would go to waste, all to ‘teach Dex a lesson.’
“Looks good,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and temple sweetly, his lips curving into a subdued smile. You brush him off, making to step away. “Does not. It looked good two hours ag-” You were abruptly cut off by Dex pushing you against the wall again, all the air leaving your lungs at the arousing display of his strength. His forehead met yours, and the air grew even hotter between you. He corners you in, arms on either side of your head, forcing you to focus on him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his adrenaline still pumping from his mission. Despite his assertive body language, his voice was strained and dripping with desperation,
“I said I was sorry.”
Dex sounded so earnest, you almost gave in. However, it was always fun to see just how far you could push him. You simply and slowly shake your head no, instantly watching the fire grow behind Dex’s darkening eyes. He huffs, his desperation growing, and grabs at the hem of your tank top, quickly pulling it up and over your head before you can so much as utter a word. His mouth is on your tits in milliseconds, and you gasp, your head hitting the wall behind you. His large hands are splayed out across your ribcage, coming up to palm your breasts as his mouth alternates between your nipples. You start to rub your thighs together involuntarily, whining as he swirls his tongue around each sensitive bud. Dex is two steps ahead, though, planting his thigh against your crotch so you have no choice but to humiliatingly hump his leg just to relieve some of the building pressure in your core. Your hips have a mind of their own as Dex continues devouring your tits, rolling lewdly against him, his thigh hitting your pussy at just the right angle to make you moan. Just as you start becoming more frantic, your hands tangling in his hair, Dex pulls away with a devilish smirk.
As his lips meet yours again, he suddenly grabs you from beneath your thighs and lifts your legs up and around his trim waist. Immediately, your center met his bulge, right on target, causing you both to gasp into each other's mouths. Your hands run through his hair, tugging and stroking as you grind shamelessly against his cock. Dex buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, either trying to hide his expression or focus on not coming in his pants. You roll your hips against him deeper, testing your theory, eliciting a broken whimper from the man pinning you against the wall. Dex starts feverishly sucking on the base of your neck, moving to your shoulder, and down to the top of your breast.
You’re panting, feeling beads of sweat accumulate on your temples. It’s all too good. The feel of his confined bulge rutting against your clothed center. The depraved sounds he’s making into your neck as you tug his hair. The way he only needs one of his big hands to hold you up, cupping and squeezing your ass in the process, the other playing with your nipple. It’s all too good, and yet you need more.
“Dex?” you pant. “Mm,” he replies, his mouth unwilling to depart from your exposed cleavage.
“W-want you to be good, and fuck me.”
Dex goes momentarily rigid and groans, his eyes closing heavily as his mouth slowly leaves the swell of your breast. He rises to his full height, leering down at you darkly, causing your stomach to flip. Without another word, he picks you up like you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder. He’d done this several times before, and yet still the ease with which he lifts you makes your thighs clench together. Dex thuds heavily to the bedroom, your head bobbing in the air as you watch his toned ass move. You were plopped unceremoniously on the bed, and immediately spread your legs for Dex to join you.
But still, ever the good boy, he waited for your approval, his knees just brushing the side of the bed. Looking up at him, you had to just take a moment. His pretty mouth was open, panting. His high cheekbones flushed. His cropped hair fluffed from your frantic fingers raking through it. His massive chest rising and falling, a little reddened from your incessant groping. And then there was his poor, aching cock, desperate to be freed from his combat pants; his throbbing bulge almost comically pronounced. He was so hard. He wanted you so bad.
You lean forward and palm his erection, making his breath catch in his throat. His head tips forward, watching your wandering hand, as a low groan rumbles through his chest.
“Y/N…” he mumbled, “Please.”
You added more pressure, gripping the outline of his hard member. “Does that feel good, baby?” Dex nods weakly in response, his words lost in the haze of his debauched pleasure. You replace your hand with your mouth, kissing his hard length through his pants. You hear Dex’s breath stutter when you press a warm open-mouthed kiss to his tip, even letting your tongue dampen the tight fabric of his pants. He let out a needy, breathless sound as you continued. You could tell he was positively vibrating with anticipation, but if he wants your praise, he has to earn it. And he’s trying so hard to be good. To do whatever you say.
You unbutton his pants, hearing a long-held breath leave his parted lips. Slowly, you bring his zipper down, watching as his big hands tremor in anticipation. You press a kiss to his taut lower stomach, the wisps of his happy trail grazing your lips. You kiss your way down, sucking gently here and there, pulling the elastic of his briefs down with you until more and more of him is revealed. You let the elastic snap against him, earning a breathless chuckle from Dex. You continued downward, lowering his briefs further. Dex’s head has fallen back by the time you reach the base of his shaft, and you so love watching his face for this part.
“Dex,” you murmur against his skin, “Look at me.”
Dex obeys, adjusting to look down his nose at you, his eyes heavily lidded. He’s the picture of bliss, and you haven’t even started yet. You grip the waistband of his black briefs and pull them down enough to free his dick entirely. It immediately springs back up, and you let it hit your lips, kissing his sensitive tip. Dex shudders, and his wide hands clench and unclench. Your tongue laps at the head of his cock, licking his slit. You swirl your tongue around it, and your lips suction his tip into your mouth before releasing, earning a choked gasp from Dex. You wrap one hand around the base and begin kissing and licking down the length of his shaft. You follow one large vein with your tongue, admiring for the umpteenth time just how sinfully perfect his dick was.
Dex’s cock was heavy. Thick. He had a winning hand at both length and girth; the soft skin of his tip was blushed pink, already beading with precum before you even began your simple ministrations. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as you took him in your mouth, swallowing half of his length in one go. His lashes fluttered shut as your hand began pumping the inches your mouth couldn’t reach, and a groan escaped his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed, swallowing more sounds as you picked up speed. Your lips left his tip with a pop! making Dex open his eyes, feeling the loss of your mouth immediately.
“Can’t hear you, Dex.”
Dex let out a shuddering breath, eyes not leaving yours. You gave him a small smirk before taking him in your mouth once more, satisfied to hear the throaty moan that left him the second you did. You continued to suck him off; his needy sounds only goading you on. You take him deeper in your mouth, breathing through your nose, your eyes beginning to water. His tip kissed the back of your throat, and he moaned tremulously. You even allow him to thread his thick fingers through your hair, steering you slightly. With his tight grip on your hair, you could tell he was doing everything in his power to refrain from taking control; snapping his hips into your face, watching as tears rolled down your cheeks, the way you gag and moan around him only pushing him closer to the edge. But that was for another time. Dex kept his eyes on you as best he could, but he was fading quickly.
“P-please, y/n. M’gonna come if y- ohhhfuuuck -if you keep doin’ that.”
You pull off his cock, and begin stroking it with two hands, catching your breath. “Oh yeah?” you respond, “You close?” Dex nods briskly, groaning at the new pressure from your soft hands. “Good.”
You release his member, letting it bob in the air, free of your grasp.
Dex stutters, his hips jerking forward at the sudden loss of contact. His eyes snap to you, wide, confused, pleading. “You don’t deserve it yet,” you state matter-of-factly, settling back on your haunches. You felt like a degenerate, revelling in his obvious desperation. The way his eyes went wide and helpless, the way his cock twitched without the stimulation he so carnally desired. Dex got a hold of himself, though, and nearly scoffed, swallowing his dismay. He paints on a more restrained expression that doesn't quite reach the hunger in his eyes. “Thought you forgave me?” he grumbles. You smile in return, offering no sympathy.
Dex wraps one of his hands around his length, his thumb brushing over the tip. He maintains eye contact as he gives it a long, sensual stroke. Acting as if he would disobey. You cock your eyebrow, and Dex sighs. He painstakingly tucks himself back into his briefs, looking almost painfully hard at this point. But he took it like a champ, already cocking his head, waiting for your next direction. You didn’t even need to speak; you simply opened your legs wide, and his eyes drew right to your center. The fabric of your shorts was bunched up and damp in places from his previous attack on your cunt; but this time, he wasn’t going to let a few pieces of fabric obstruct him from his favorite pastime. Dex kneeled on the bed, his heavy frame sinking the mattress several inches. He leaned forward on his muscular forearms and crawled closer to you, settling between your legs. His face was dark, frustrated, and needy, but loving every second of it.
Dex didn’t have the strength to tease you again; as much as he loved to watch you fall apart, he needed to taste you now. He hooked his deft fingers around the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them aside carelessly. Dex settled back on his knees, one of his hands stroking your thigh, his quick eyes studying your bare pussy perversely. It had taken some time, but you’d grown out of feeling self-conscious by this point. Dex was simply a starer by nature. You’d gotten accustomed to feeling his overbearing gaze on you at even the most intimate of times. He liked to study you, often from afar, but especially up close and personal.
“So pretty for me,” Dex murmured, almost to himself, “So perfect.”
He settled down in between your thighs, his breath ghosting over your sensitive core, making you shiver. Before you could tell him to get a move on, his eyes flitted up to yours as his lips met your clit, leaving a chaste kiss before letting his tongue trace the sensitive bud. A whine ripped from your throat immediately, and you raised your hips into his touch. Dex gripped your thigh then, pressing you down harshly into the mattress to keep you still. You whimpered at his aggressive touch, loving how easily he manhandled you. He held your thighs down, opening you up completely for him, totally at his mercy–yet he gave you none. You heard a dark chuckle from the man below you, and his tongue darted out to trace your opening.
“She’s droolin’ for me, y/n.”
Fuck. He attacked your cunt like a man starved, sucking brutally on your clit before flattening his tongue and licking long stripes through your folds. Dex was a neat freak in every aspect of his life, except for sex. He liked it dirty, sweaty, and preferred you not to shower before burying his face in your wet heat. It made you nervous at first, but Dex was like an animal, dead set on your scent. Your head started to swim, and the low vibrations from Dex’s lewd moans into your core didn’t help your situation. Despite his strong arms pinning you down, you did the best you could to buck your hips into his face, overstimulated yet frantic for more. Your hands gripped his hair, trying to force him even deeper into you. Dex smiled against your pussy, and released one of your legs, which immediately clamped to the side of his head. He used his now free hand to rub tight, perfect circles into your clit, while his tongue explored your opening. You threw your head back, moaning his name, which only made Dex ten times harder. The poor thing rutted his hips into the mattress, searching for any relief for his aching cock as he continued to devour your cunt.
He began fucking you with his tongue, sliding the taut muscle in and out of your hole, making you shudder as he also sped up the pressure on your clit. The wet sounds of his mouth against you were pornographic, yet nearly drowned out by your own whining, growing in volume as you approached your orgasm. Dex could tell, because of course he could. His tongue left your hole, switching places with his fingers. His teeth grazed your clit, causing you to cry out. You could feel him smiling cockily as he left delicate wet kisses before swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub.
“Shhh, you’re alright,” he murmured, dripping with condescension.
His fingers slowly opened you up, curving to meet that perfect spot that made your mind go pathetically blank. He really did have perfect aim. “Fuuuck Dex,” you whined, tugging his hair recklessly. You rocked your hips against his digits, basically doing his work for him. Dex started whispering vulgar things against you, only some of them reaching your ears.
“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“Y’gonna come like this, baby?”
“Oh look at you, gorgeous…fuck, you’re so close, I can feel it.”
“C’mon, make a mess. Come on my fingers.”
The combination of Dex’s fingers inside you, the way he expertly stimulated your clit, and the endless stream of depraved language made your legs start to shake. Dex took it as a challenge, pushing you even further past your breaking point. His tongue started lapping eagerly at your clit, while his middle and ring fingers continued to fuck you. Just as you were about to come, Dex reared his head back, removing his fingers, glancing up at you smugly.
Before you could yell at him (for honestly doing the exact same thing you just did to him), Dex opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue roll out. He was positively drooling for you. An obscene mix of your wetness and his saliva began to dribble right down onto your clit, making an even bigger mess of you. You whimpered at the hedonistic sight, bucking your hips, trying anything to get him to touch you again. But Dex clamped his impossibly strong hands around your thighs, pinning you open and down. Your sensitive pussy was exposed to the cool air, and you whined, still chasing your orgasm, just out of reach.
“D-dex please,” you stuttered hoarsely, practically begging him to let you finish.
Dex just gave you his crooked grin, emphasizing his smile lines; his face pressed up against your thigh, watching you degrade yourself for him. Your chest heaved, your back was sweating, your hair a mess, your hands clawing at the sheets, your opening clenching around nothing; you were so fucking close. Just one touch would do it. Anything. Please, Dex. As if he could read your mind, Dex sucked in his defined cheeks and spat forcefully on your cunt, landing perfectly on your swollen clit.
Yeah, that would do it.
You came with an exasperated cry, your legs vibrating in his grip. You rolled your hips up into nothing, simultaneously in ecstasy and furious that Dex wouldn’t give you anything more. Your body felt like a live wire, jolting with every wave of your orgasm. Each surge ended in a crescendo of lewd moans and whimpers, leaving your throat dry as they just kept coming. Dex couldn’t be more smug if he tried, his jaw slightly falling open, mocking you. “There you go,” he whispered huskily. You continued to squirm, your orgasm eventually dissipating into light twitches across your oversensitive body. You swallowed, catching your breath, only to choke as Dex dove back into you once more.
“Dex!-” you gasp, “Fuck, f-fuck, ahh– d-don’t, please! Ohhh god…”
Your hips jerked into his face while also trying to pull away, as if your body couldn't decide. You were extremely sensitive, and Dex knew it. He licked through your folds voraciously, lapping up your juices, his tongue dipping into your spasming hole. The overstimulation hurt so good that your eyes started to sting with tears, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. He kissed his way up to your clit, sucking it harshly before releasing it.
Dex’s hands ran up your torso, landing with a squeeze on your plush tits. He used his soaked fingers to roll your nipple, pinching it before moving to the next. You were already painfully close to your second orgasm, having hardly come down from your first, and he knew how much you liked it when he played with your tits. Dex took a perverse enjoyment in breaking you like this, knowing exactly how much you could realistically take. One of your hands grips the sheets, the other pawing at his hair.
His mouth leaves your clit to rasp, “Sorry, baby, but I just gotta taste you again.” He offers a wry smile before returning his tongue to your folds.
You moan gutturally at his words, and your breath stutters in your chest. He chuckles against you, the low vibrations making you whimper. Your back arches impossibly, your hips rock into his face, and a tear rolls down your cheek from the blissful overstimulation. Dex gives a little groan into your cunt, rutting his erection against the mattress, and it's just enough to send you over the edge once more.
You come again with a broken sob, Dex’s mouth leading you through it this time. You pant into the air, sweaty body totally spent as you finally stop writhing. Dex gathers up all the wetness from your pussy, and swallows with a sinful groan that nearly makes you come again. You use the last of your strength to weakly kick Dex away from you, unable to take any more. He lets you, smiling lazily as he leans back. His mouth is wet with your arousal and his drool, and he licks his lips. His eyes are even darker than before, his chest rising and falling heavily. He zeros in on the tear you shed, cocking his head, and climbs over you, caging you in with his broad body. His arms plant firmly on either side of your head, and he leans down to lick the salty tear from your cheek. He leaves a sweet kiss in its place, making you smile.
He takes your jaw in one of his big hands and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You melt into it, intoxicated as his tongue explores your mouth, intertwining with your own. It’s already got you feeling that familiar warmth in your stomach, despite how exhausted Dex had left you.
“Good boy,” you whisper playfully, patting his cheek as he pulls away. You each like to pretend that it’s just a silly teasing phrase, even though you both secretly know just how obscenely hard it makes Dex.
Dex grins and chuckles, burying his face into your neck, hiding the blush that spreads on his cheeks. As he does, his body presses into yours, and you can feel every ridge of his throbbing dick through his briefs. “Aw, Dex…” you trail off, planting your hand firmly over his bulge. Dex clears his throat, face still hidden in your neck, shying away from the whine that threatens to break through. His hips jerk instinctually into your touch, and one of his arms falters near your head. He props himself up with one arm and drags the other hand through your hair, stroking it tenderly. He moves his head down to your exposed breasts, going slack-jawed as he hovers over your tits, letting his hot pants ghost over your skin.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and swirls his tongue over it, before releasing it with a pop. His hand gropes at the swell of your breast, while his mouth moves to the other; your chest arching up into his touch instinctually. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” Dex murmurs, wholly preoccupied with teasing your hardened nipples. You laugh lightly, rolling your hips more to get a rise out of him, earning a throaty whine against your breast. You were just about to mentally praise him for his restraint when Dex suddenly pulls away with a huff, grabs your hip, and flips you onto your stomach in the blink of an eye.
You barely have time to process before his hands pin yours to the bed, and his cock is pressing emphatically against your ass. You moan wantonly into the mattress as he shamelessly ruts his hips against you. “Need to feel you,” Dex grunts, forehead meeting your shoulder. You arch your back, grinding your ass against his erection, words unnecessary. Dex groans, getting the message, and pulls away briefly to free his dick once more. His briefs hit the floor softly, and the head of his needy cock presses bluntly against your opening half a second later.
“Forgive me yet?” Dex mumbles, taking his time, lubricating his length through your folds. His head notches into your hole just slightly, enough to make you both gasp at the sensation. He reaches his hand towards you and hooks his fingers in your mouth, gathering your spit as you eagerly slobber on his fingers. When he retracts his fingers, you brattily shake your head no, “Mm-mm.”
Dex chuckles darkly near your ear, his tip entering you with ease.
“You will.”
With that, he slowly pushes himself into your cunt, his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. You moan deeply, and Dex can’t help but join you, his head sinking to your shoulder blade. He holds there for a few moments, letting your fluttering walls adjust to his size. You can feel his solid chest pressing into your back, his heart thrumming heavily against you. Your mouth is stuck in a permanent O, and Dex turns your head and brushes your hair aside so he can see the look on your face. He kisses your shoulder, his hips aching to jerk forward, but restraining himself for your sake. “Feel so–ah–so good, y/n,” he murmurs, his voice strained. You can only make an incomprehensible noise in response, his cock filling you out so well it was almost hard to breathe, let alone speak.
His hot puffs of air hit your skin as Dex gradually pulls out the very tip, before sinking right back into you. The feeling is absolutely heavenly. So overwhelmed, so full, you nearly feel the urge to cry. “S-so big, Dex. I-I can’t-” you whine, gripping him tightly, making Dex gasp slightly. Dex takes control, pinning your wrists with one hand, the other shifting your ass up. “Shhh, you can take it,” he grunted sagely, though you could hear the smile on his lips. He pulled out quicker this time, angling his hips for better leverage before thrusting himself back in. Now, he was perfectly hitting that spot deep inside you, the one that always made you scream his name…which is exactly what you did.
“Fuuuuck Dex-!”
Dex huffed behind you and pressed a deep kiss to your shoulder, his tongue lapping at the salty sheen of sweat. “Hah-- I know baby--Mmm, I know.” He says it like it’s painful, his body lurching on its own accord now. You could only lie there and take it, doing your best to arch your ass as his hips quickened their pace.
Dex’s weight was crushing, his hips now slapping against you depravedly, the sound filling every corner of the bedroom. With each thrust of his cock, a whimper rattled out of you, growing louder and louder. Dex was typically a talker, rambling filthy words into your ear as he fucked you nasty. Talking to himself when you went non-verbal, bouncing on his dick. Now, he was speechless, his only sounds being pants and grunts and broken moans as he slammed his cock deep inside you. It takes all his effort not to fall apart too early.
He releases your wrists, and his bulky arm wraps itself around your neck instead, holding you in place as he fucks you like a ragdoll. He knows he needs to control himself, needs to slow down and be good, but it just feels too fucking heavenly. You feel too heavenly. The combination of his heavy chest pressing into your back and his veined bicep around your throat was nearly suffocating you, but he was too focused on ruining your pussy to care. And you loved it. It made your eyes roll back in your head, and what little breath you had stick to your throat. You could feel the blood rush in your ears as your cunt began spasming around his cock.
That must have knocked some sense into him, because he started to slow down, trying to delay his own orgasm and draw out yours. Dex drags his cock out slowly, letting you feel his length, before returning it to your walls inch by delicious inch. He wished he could record the sound you made when he did that; it was downright obscene.
“Listen to that.” Dex rasped, his deep voice inches away from your ear. “Y’like when I fuck you like this, huh?” He emphasized his debauched words with a particular slow but deep glide of his hips, making you whine. “Like a slut.”
Being called such a crude name made your pussy clench around him, eliciting a groan from Dex. You loved it when he got mean. Degrading. Your mouth met his bicep, and you began sucking on the muscle, biting down to hold back your wails of pleasure. The feeling made Dex pick up speed again, his pelvis repeatedly meeting the soft plush of your ass with a smack.
“Y’forgive me?”
His words were staccato as he panted, slamming into you. You couldn’t believe he was still on this; it was adorable and so sexy that he simply couldn’t let it go. “C’mon, baby. Been so- -fuck- -so good f’ya. T-tell me you forgive me,” his voice was broken, breathless, and full of undeniable need. Unable to speak, still wrapped in an almost headlock, you did the best you could to nod. Dex breathed a heavy sigh and released you, making you gasp for a breath of fresh air. “Good,” he murmured. He straightened up to his knees, fucking you doggy-style, giving his aching spine a break. His free hand left to drag down your body, before landing a sharp slap to your ass.
“Now show me. Mmm- -Come on my cock, baby.”
You whimpered at the sting of his wide hand against your ass, but it made you so wet you almost worried he’d slip out of you. Dex gripped your hips forcefully, slamming you back onto his dick over and over again, the pace becoming brutal. The bed frame has started shaking wildly now, but it all feels too good for you to register something so trivial. Your upper body was limp, face pressed into the sheets, a wet spot forming around your gaping mouth. You were totally fucked out, yet you could feel the wave of your orgasm rising as Dex’s tip nearly hit your cervix. You could only whimper and whine pathetically into the sheets as you got closer and closer.
Dex didn’t need you to tell him; he could feel your walls gripping tensely around his member with every thrust. Watching his cock go in and out of you, he was nearing the end of his rope himself. But he was a gentleman… and a bit obsessive. You had to come first; otherwise, that meant he failed. And Dex didn’t ever want to fail you.
He lifted your hips up further, gripping both your legs for leverage as his hips pistoned into you.
“C’mon, pretty girl. I know you gotta - - fuck - - g-gotta another one in ya. Show me, y/n. Ah-- Please.”
Your walls clenched around him then, and he knew he did well. You came for the last time with a long, broken whine, your body tensing before going totally slack. Dex, so utterly pleased with himself, now felt he had permission to come. Your cunt fluttered around him, making him groan loudly, unable to hold back. He thrusted into you sloppily, desperately chasing his orgasm. His breaths were ragged, and if he weren’t so close, he’d flip you to see your pretty fucked-out face. Your oversensitive core continued to grip him, milking his cock. He was so close, fucking you with reckless abandon, grunting and moaning unabashedly.
“S-so deep-- Doing so good, Dex,” you mumbled, languished, muffled by the sheets.
But Dex heard you, sensing the praise like a shark with blood in the water. With that, he was unable to compose himself, melting into a babbling mess. “Ohh fuck - - feel-mmm, feel so good, I- -hah…F-fuuuck…I-I’m gonna-” he whimpered hoarsely, each roll of his hips growing messier by the second.
“Come in me, Ben. Please.”
The use of his real name sends Dex right over the edge. He goes impossibly still and then shudders, coming with a deep and depraved groan. His hips stutter as he pumps you full of his cum. You moaned with him, as the intoxicating feeling of his hot seed flowing through your used pussy bloomed. Dex thrusted weakly a few more times before settling, spent. He deflated on top of you, his mass once again crushing you. But you loved it. Your sweaty bodies stuck together as you each panted, regaining your senses. His lips dragged up your shoulders, his tongue languidly tasting your sweat and scent. He peppered your back with slow open-mouthed kisses while slowly pulling out, eliciting a moan from both of you.
You whimpered at the empty feeling. Behind you, you felt his fingers perversely wipe up the cum that had begun dripping out of you, and push it back in. You smiled against the sheets as Dex sank next to you, his heavy arm slinging around you to pull you into him. He sighed, nestling his angular face into your neck, your bodies intertwined. You can feel his rapid heartbeat in your back, incrementally slowing as the moments go by. You reach up to pet his hair and feel him grin against you.
“That okay?” Dex mutters lowly, pulling you in even tighter. You nod, dragging your fingertips up his hairy forearm. “You should be late more often.”
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Notes: Yayyyy this is my first Dex fic! I was literally in a frenzy as I wrote this so sorry for any editing errors lol I hope you all enjoy!
you smelled him before he even got into bed, he smelled cold, comfortable and a little metallic.
the firm grip of his hands on your hip made you clench your eyes in anticipation. a small spark inflamed in your gut too, but you would never tell him that.
you felt the cold hard press of his chest against your back, you tried hiding your face into the duvet but dex’s other hand held your chin because dex knew you better than anyone.
next came his knee, you felt the coarse hairs on his legs as he was stripped to his navy boxers only. dex knudged his knee between your legs. it felt so good, the pressure he placed there, relief.
dex softly mouthed your name onto your shoulder as he pushed himself closer to you. his hand moved from your chin to your lips.
like the good girl he knew you were, you opened your quivering lips and bit and licked at his hand, the side of his hand or sucked at his thumb.
you felt him groan into your shoulder as his knee pressed harder, you let out your own sound of pleasure as dex slowly moved back and forth.
“my sweet girl” dex grunted into your hair and he inhaled your natural scent.
sweat from anticipation mixed with sweetness of shower gel.
in a split second, dex had you flipped onto his body as he laid on his back.
you were met with dark green eyes and a face so handsome you could do nothing but take in the light blonde stuble and lines of age around his eyes and mouth.
“i missed you…” he whispered into the closed space between eachothers lips.
you stupidly stared at the movement of his lips, as they were pulled into a smile so sweet you couldn’t look away.
“…did you miss me?” he continued with a slight tilt of his head.
you nodded and dex made a face of fake annoyance, “words” he ordered. his face was all sweet but his tone told you the truth.
danger, fear, bullseye.
“yes- alot dex” you smiled.
why were you so easily enamored by him????
suddenly he kissed you, so soft yet so controlling.
his lips moved so well with yours, so intimate. he let out sighs of enjoyment and you did too.
he whined over your ear as he pushed you into the place between his neck and shoulder.
“my sweet girl”
“you’re impossible,” you murmured against his shoulder, your fingers tracing the firm line of his collarbone just to feel him shudder in response.
dex let out a low, rumbling laugh that vibrated straight through your chest. his hand slid up from your waist, his fingers tangling effortlessly into your hair to tilt your face upward. his dark green eyes locked onto yours, blazing with an intensity that made it difficult to draw breath.
“only for you,” he rasped, his thumb brushing lightly across your lower lip. the teasing edge in his voice vanished, replaced by something raw and unyielding. “don’t ever look at me like you’re trying to figure out how to leave, sweet girl. It makes me do irrational things.”
before you could courage up a witty retort to break the sudden tension, his mouth crashed down onto yours again, hungrier this time, desperate as if he were trying to prove a point only the two of you understood.
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