I think Dex would eat you out well past over stimulation, and not even just because he’s being controlling etc etc. No, I think it’d be because he’s so lost in it. I think he’d be straight up whimpering into your pussy, hips flexing while he grinds into the bed, all pathetic and needy and just about ready to cum in his pants because he’s so drunk on the taste of you.
I think you could be crying out above him, over stimulated and near tears, hands in his hair, calling out his name and trying to squirm away and he’d had his arms hooked under your legs, meaty palms pressing down on your hips, brows furrowed while he’s groaning with each lick of your clit. Fuck he loves this, and he loves you, and he needs more.
And when he eventually comes up for air, pupils dilated, lids half closed, and you realize he has cum in pants, chin painted in your release, you’ll only soften.
“Oh baby,” You’d coo, and he’d just let his face fall against your thigh, looking dazed and utterly fucked out. You’d urge him up your torso, kiss him all sweet and messy, the taste of your cum still bitter on his tongue while you urge his sensitive cock into your soaking pussy and oh-
Dex is whining into your neck, grip tight on you while he ruts into you.
I think that Dex would actually love being held down and over stimulated? He wouldn’t have the option to over think, spiral or feel the obsessive need to control because he can’t. God forbid he’s gagged too? Like?
He’d be a whiny, sweaty, shaky mess and he’d love every second of it, especially if he was exhausted and out of it afterwards?
Maybe he comes home from a particularly hard day, sinks to your feet and just drops his forehead against your thigh, urging you to brush your fingers through his hair.
“Stressful day?” You’d murmur, voice all velvet and purr as he nods, over stimulated and spent.
“Want me to fix that?” You’d whisper, regarding him before he’s nodding again.
He’d be so whiny, wrists tied together with a silk band, held against his chest while he’s moaning around the gag in his mouth. Sweat’s gathered at his hair line, abs tensing beneath your featherlight touch, hips canting upwards as he tries oh so desperately to push his cock further into your hand.
“Stay still for me baby,” You’d murmur, fingers smoothing over the head of his swollen, leaking cock, watching with rapt attention when his eyes roll back and he lets out a muffled whimper. “Can you do that for me, handsome?”
And Dex would nod, breathing heavy as he lost himself in what he knew what be an excruciating night for him: your fist tight around his cock, rhythm torturous in its pace, his cock slick with entirely too much lube because you know it drives him insane when you jerk him off like that, talk down to him and tell him how good he is for you.
And edging him? Fuck, he’d absolutely lose it. And he’d be so damn whiny for you.
TAGS/WARNINGS: just straight up smut man, MDNI, p in v, blowjob, riding, unprotected sex, you get the idea. I did not proofread this so??
Synopsis: Dating Dex has been going so well, he’s such a gentleman! Until he breaks out the wine.
Dex had you straddling his lap, naked thighs shivering, head resting on his shoulder, nose against his neck. You were whining, breathing slow, steady, controlled, hands pawing at his biceps.
His cock was much larger than you’d anticipated, and despite the time spent readying you, you’d been nervous. Ergo, everything hadn’t been so smooth sailing.
You rocked your hips forward a touch and hissed, moving to straighten atop him.
“That’s it baby,” His voice was low, hands smoothing up your thighs. “Nice and slow.”
“You’re too big,” You managed, gritting your teeth when you shifted and felt him knock against your cervix. You instinctively tightened around him, muscles flexing when the bruise like ache erupted deep within you. You were burning, stretching around the width of his thick cock, body struggling to accommodate. Despite how needy and unbelievably horny you’d been leading up to this, it was still Dex.
He made you nervous. You liked him.
You hummed for a moment, pressing your feet more firmly into the floor below you, thankful it was you who was controlling the pace tonight. Dex had coaxed you onto his lap earlier that evening, pulling you in for a bruising kiss and losing himself in the way you’d been grinding on his clothed dicks. Weeks had passed now, weeks of texting, dates, movies in your apartment and he’d been nothing but respectful, gentlemanly even. He’d asked to hold your hand, again when he’d kissed you, and taken it oh so slowly when he’d been let into your place to watch a movie.
And then more time had passed. More dates, more texts, more evenings together. He’d yet to make a move, say anything sexual or make any explicit jokes or moves. It had been so refreshing in comparison to dating other men, made you feel like he genuinely cared about you and not just fucking you. It was nice. But it had lead you to the realization that you were nervous because genuine feelings, something longterm, had bubbled up within you.
But tonight had been different. In a rather unfortunate turn of events, you realized you’d began ovulating. Sex, specifically what sex with Dex would be like, had occupied the entirety of your brain for days now. You caught yourself clenching your thighs at work, eyes losing focus as you imagined what he’d be like if he took control, an insatiable desire to be kissed and manhandled had consumed you. So when Dex had called you, asked if you were on for your usual friday night dinner and had shown up with not one, but two bottles of red wine? You knew you were a lost cause.
It didn’t take long for the night to turn into something heavier. You’d been sitting at the table for hours now, talking about everything and anything, catching one another’s lingering gazes, letting your hand rest in his large palm for two long, staring at him through your lashes when he began to trace the shape of your finger tips. It wasn’t surprising when he met your gaze, smirked, and then dragged you out of your chair and into his lap.
And fuck, was it amazing.
Dex was good. His hand was in your hair, the other on your hip, dragging you into him while he licked into your mouth. It was all tongue and teeth, wet gasps and broken expressions of need, and Dex swallowed all of it. His hands were huge and they were everywhere-pulling, squeezing, demanding. You were a mess, emboldened by alcohol, and desperate for more. It felt…animalistic, like the two of you had finally said fuck it and abandoned all chivalry.
So no, it wasn’t surprised that Dex had stripped you of your, and his, clothes and pulled you back onto his lap on your kitchen chair. You couldn’t say that you’d ever had sex with a man for the first time while riding him on a chair, but honestly maybe that made this better.
“Fuck,” You cursed under your breath, eyes falling shut as you continued to stretch around Dex’s cock. He was being so gentle with you, fingers smoothing over your hips, across your lower back, over your chest. “You’re too big.”
“I know Princess,” Dex’s voice was low, hoarse, barely above a whisper. Your eyes shot open at the tone, cunt flexing around him. He was gently wrapping his hand around your throat while he praised you. “Gonna take a bit of work.”
Oh, fuck.
You felt your pupils dilate, eyelids dropping into a hazy, lustful gaze because of the way he was speaking to you. Fuck, that sounded good.
A soft whine escapes you, hips rocking forward about an inch or so while Dex’s meaty palm settles on your hip. You move your hands to settle them on Dex’s chest, pliant as he manhandles you. He pulls you closer to him, his mouth on your neck now, canines brushing along the sensitive skin, short bursts of air escaping him as he tries not to indulge in the wet heat of your pussy. He needs you to stretch, let you work yourself open for him, take the lead.
“Just like that,” It’s a murmur along your throat, a hiss following shortly after when you shift in his lap. “Take your time baby.”
Fuck, it felt good-to be stretched like that, feel almost too full of him while his hands wandered along your body and pulled you closer and closer against his chest. But you needed to move, it wasn’t going to get any easier if you didn’t move.
With your feet planted firmly on the floor, and your hands on Dex’s muscled shoulders, you straightened your torso and began to push yourself upwards. His dick dragged along the inside of your walls, your hole burning at the stretch and movement. It was slow, painfully so, before you were pausing at the top, only the head of his cock caught in your wet heat now. Dex had tossed his head back for a moment before he was leaning forward to look at you again, slack jawed and heavy lidded. His cheeks were flushed, brow furrowed and sweat had begun to gather at his hairline. He looked absolutely fucked out already. and you’d barely even started.
You smiled, a barely there grin, before your face was twisting back into a pleasured sort of pain as sank back down onto his length. It was slow, torturously slow, and Dex was clearly trying to control his breathing while you moved. His hands had shifted so that they were grabbing the fat of your ass, gently spreading you open as you settled back onto his cock. You gave a tentative rock forward, relishing in the pride that bloomed in your chest when Dex’s eyes fluttered closed and he groaned, long and low.
“I think you’ll be the death of me,” He managed to speak, but his voice was gravelly.
You chuckled, threading your hands around his neck. “Yeah?”
He nodded, bleary eyes opening so that he could meet your gaze. “Definitely.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Your voice was soft, teasing as you moved forward to gently kiss along his jaw. Dex sighed, leaning into you, his grip on your ass tightening to an almost painful degree.
“No,” It was a whisper. “Can’t say it is…”
He tilted his head as he spoke, exposing the length of his neck, urging you to keep kissing him. You obliged, lips leaving a wet trail of heat along his flushed, exposed skin, drinking in the way his cock was flexing inside of you, the breathy sounds escaping his kiss swollen lips.
You paused at the base of his throat for a only a moment before you were licking a long, wet stripe up the skin, tongue flat and demanding as you settled against the corner of his jaw, suckling the skin there.
“Oh, fuck-” Dex shivered in your grip, hips canting up into yours as your tongue dragged across him. The shallow thrust had you keening though, whining against his wet skin. Fuck, you needed him, now.
You lifted your hips then, mouth still pressed against the junction between his jaw and his throat, and slowly began to ride your boyfriend. It was torturous at first, as you adjusted to the burn of the stretch, but it took little to no time for your slick, wet cum to begin coating his cock. You could hear the way your pussy was swallowing him, the way your wet heat greedily took him in.
Dex’s breathing was heavy, his head having fallen back, as he let you control the pace at which you fucked. He was being so sweet, so well behaved as his hands slid up and over your ribs so that he could hold your tits in his hands.
“That feel good baby?” You purred, lips parted in a pretty pout as you stared down at your man. Dex nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he groaned.
“Y-yeah,” He finally managed, fingertips dragging across your nipples. It made your cunt clench even tighter around him. “You feel so good.”
Heat pooled in your lower belly as you continued to ride him, soft and slow, when realization began to dawn on you.
Dex was completely lost in you, eyes rolling back when he’d try to open them, whines and grunts escaping his pretty lips, face flushed as you forced him to endure the pace you’d set. You cocked your head to the side, grinning as the thoughts seemed to click into place.
Was Dex…subby?
He must have been, you realized, just based on the way he was trying so desperately not to lose control in front of you right now. All the times he’d laid across your lap, your hands tangled in his hair while he’d stare up at you with those soft eyes, or how he’d cave the moment you set a firm demand. God, it made so much sense too? He had to make huge decisions at work all the time, people often depended on him for their own safety, so many government secrets too?
You moved slowly, fingers pushing through his chest hair as your reach climbed higher and higher. Your fingers continued to trail slowly up and up until they wrapped around his throat. It was a soft, tentative squeeze, but one that had Dex’s hazel eyes snapping open.
“What-what’re you-” It was a breathy startle, one that was immediately cut off with a choked moan when your grip tightened, thumb resting just above his Adam’s apple. Dex’s cock flexed within you, his body jumping like a live wire at the realization that you were choking him. The devilish gaze of yours that met his had his hips shifting beneath you.
“That’s it baby boy,” You purred, continuing to ride his lengthy cock. “That feel good?”
Dex tried to swallow the spit that had gathered in his mouth, hands tightening painfully on your hips, his cock suddenly unbearably hard and fuck, he thought he might cum-
Your grip tightened a fraction. “Answer me.”
Dex’s lips parted, his brows furrowing as he slipped into a sort of fucked out state. “Yes, that feels good,” He managed, voice low and breathy. Fuck, your pussy was so wet and tight around him and if he looked down, he might have seen the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock because of the way the two of you had worked one another up but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from yours. You looked absolutely stunning atop him like this; cheeks flushed, eyes set with determination, a wicked grin forming on your features as you continued to control him.
“Tell me what you want,” You demanded and the tone was so low and sultry that Dex thought he could have cum right then and there, fill your pussy to the fucking brim and let you continue to ride his over stimulated cock until you were cumming all over it. But he couldn’t, no, he had to watch you come undone first.
Dex was silent for a moment, the only sound in the room being the slick of your pussy as you continued to ride him, bouncing slow, and controlled atop his dick. The fact that you were basically standing as you rode him let you take on so much more control, and take him even deeper into you when you did grind against his lap.
His silence was forgotten when your hand snaked into his hair and you tugged. It was sharp, and fuck did it feel good, when your fingers tangled into the greying blond roots and tightened. Dex hissed, eyes squeezing shut when his head was forced back, your other hand tightening around his throat.
“Answer me.”
Fuck, he was gonna cum.
“It-it feels g-good,” He managed, cursing immediately after. He pushed his feet more firmly into the kitchen floor beneath him, hands sliding down to grip the meat of your thighs, his own trembling as he fought off his release. It wouldn’t be long now if you kept this shit up.
“Go on,” You urged, and he felt you lean over top of him, your tongue against his chin. “Keep going.”
Fuck sakes. He was hopeful that you’d have been like this, but hadn’t anticipated it based on how your dating life had been going. It was slow to start, to take root, as he’d began getting to know you. He’d wanted to take his time, earn your trust, have you let him in. But he would have been lying if he’d said he hadn’t cum across the top of his own fist to the thought of you manhandling him like this.
“It feels good,” He slurred, a breathy whine escaping him when you sank onto his cock and stayed there, thighs flexing around his waist. He nearly choked, but you kept his head forced back, hands tightening in his hair.
“Tell me what feels best,” Your voice was a warm whisper against his jaw and Dex grunted, cock flexing inside of you. Fuck.
“I want you to feel good,” He finally confessed, eyes bleary as he blinked them open. He was met with the blurred ceiling above him, your tongue sliding over your thumb on his throat. He jerked in your grip.
“Want me to make myself feel good?” You whispered and Dex tried to nod. “Wanna feel me cum on you, Benjamin?”
His eyes shot open at his name, hands moving to grip your hips. He grunted again when your hands kept him in place, gaze still forced to the ceiling. He stayed pliant, controlled, when he let his hand drift across the expanse of your belly, thumb smoothing circles over the skin until he had tucked it tightly against your clit. He grinned when he heard you cry out lightly, hips pushing forward.
“Uh huh,” it was a breathy sigh, canines exposed as he smiled up at the ceiling. “Ride me baby, make yourself cum.”
That was all it took. You whined, hips rocking forward as you began to ride Dex’s cock again. He cursed under his breath, thumb tucked nice and mean against your clit as you set a gruelling pace. Fuck sakes, he wasn’t going to last like this. And judging by the way you were breathing: you wouldn’t either.
He felt you try to maintain your grip on his hair and throat but your hands were weakening the more you focused on taking his dick properly, your cum soaked pussy swallowing his entire length. Dex tipped his head forward, hazy eyes meeting your own.
“Fuck, you feel good,” you whined and Dex almost cursed. You were close, he could tell. The sounds escaping you were whiny and high pitched, your brows furrowed as you willed your body to maintain the steady rhythm you’d set atop his lap. Dex’s free hand made its way around your body, wrapping tightly around the back of your neck as he forced you to lean closer to him, your grip on his neck subsequently tightening in return.
“That’s it baby,” he purred, his lips just barely ghosting yours. “Be a good girl and use me.”
He watched the way your face contorted, pupils swallowing your irises while you focused on him, and fuck-
“Dex, baby,” You warned and he felt his own orgasm beginning to climb with the use of the pet name. God damnit, he loved being yours.
You leaned forward to meet Dex in a bruising kiss, whining into his mouth when he held you so tightly against him it almost hurt, his tongue pushing past your teeth in a way that was demanding and entirely too greedy. He felt your pace falter and suddenly you were grinding on his lap, crying into his mouth while you came. Dex swallowed your cries, moaning into your mouth when he felt how unbelievably tight and wet you suddenly were.
“Hnn, baby-” It was a strangled moan into his mouth and suddenly-
Dex cursed into your mouth, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he pulled you into a frenzied rhythm on his lap, using your cunt to push himself over the edge, his tongue still greedily pressing into your mouth. You were slack against him now, over stimulated and begging while he manhandled you on his cock. It wasn’t long, maybe a handful of strokes, before Dex was pulling back to warn you. He looked crazed, pupils blown wide, hair moussed and pushed back from his forehead.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum-” He nearly cried out when you suddenly pushed up from his lap, the absence of your wet heat damn near heartbreaking and understandable as he fought the urge not to cum against his stomach.
He had only a moment, a split second of confusion, to stare down at you when you dropped to your knees and-
Dex let loose a choked gasp when you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock, tongue sliding around the swollen tip, your hand circling around the base and-
His hand was in your hair, name leaving him in a broken cry as he suddenly came down the back of your throat. He fought so hard to continue to stare down at you, mesmerized, awestruck even, at the way you were swallowing around him but it felt too fucking good-
He let his head fall back, struggling for air while you continued to pull his cock deeper into your throat. It felt so good, too good, and he didn’t mean to but fuck-
He fisted his hand in your hair, hard enough that tears sprung to your eyes. He was shaking, whimpering while you continued to work your mouth around him, the head of his cock nestled in the back of your throat while you swallowed around him. You almost grinned, pride swelling in your chest at the way he was coming undone for you.
He was whimpering, hips bucking from the over stimulation by the time you pulled off of him. You stayed on your knees for a few more seconds, grinning up at him while you gently squeezed his softening cock. Dex hissed, hand shifting to gently cup your jaw.
“S’too much,” He managed, brows furrowed. You obliged, moving to straddle his lap again. He was sticky with sweat, thighs quivering still, as you pushed your face into his neck. Fuck, he smelled good. Like sex, and sweat and Benjamin-
Dex turned his face into your neck, inhaling deeply, before he was grinding his teeth. “You smell good.”
Your cheeks split into a lazy grin. “That so?”
He only nodded, kneading the flesh of your hips as he pushed his face further into your neck. “Mhm.”
You smiled into his hair. “Do you know what that means? That you like the smell of my sweat?”
Dex only hummed in response, pulling his face away to gaze up at you. He looked completely fucked out, almost dopey, his eyes half lidded. “What’s it mean, honey?”
You beamed at him, a cheeky grin that Dex knew all too well as you let your finger trail down his nose. “Means our genetics work well for reproduction.”
Dex’s brows shot up, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled up at you. The fine lines on his face were so damn sexy. “I like the sound o’ that.”
Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures (ONE SHOT)
Benjamin Poindexter x Reader
TAGS/WARNINGS: none
Synopsis: You find out that Dex is Bullseye and ask for some space while you mull things over. Dex cannot handle space, he needs you. And so? He begs.
“No, nonono, please-” Dex is moving towards you, eyes desperately searching yours, hands reaching for you. “Please, I can fix this, just let me fix this-”
“Dex,” Your eyes fall shut and you’re pinching the bridge of your nose, exhaustion evident. This is unbelievably overwhelming and fuck’s sake, you just need to be alone so you can think clearly.
“Baby, please,” He’s pleading with you, moving from the chair he’s been sitting in for the last thirty minutes so he can try to stand in front of you but you hold your hand out to stop him.
“Dex, stop, please, I can’t do this right now,” There’s an edge to your voice, frustration painfully evident as you move to turn away your boyfriend. Was he that still? You honestly weren’t sure anymore.
“Y/N, please,” he sounds desperate, eyes wide with panic, breathing laboured as he continues to try and station himself in front of you. He’d spent the better part of the hour explaining that he was, in fact, the masked killer Bullseye.
He’d been tucked into your living room chair, palms pressed flat to his knees as he explained, in detail, what his second life was like. You’d stood there, arms crossed, body rigid, as you mulled over what your boyfriend had told you.
So not only had he hid a secret identity from you, but he was also, essentially, a villain.
Great.
And the worst part? It made so much god damn sense. How had you not seen it? Were you really that fucking blind? Or had you hoped, prayed, that you’d finally been dating a good, decent man?
You knew that Dex had killed, yes-he was in the FBI, of course he’d had to. But killing out of necessity was very different than a criminal paying you because they put a hit on someone. The late nights, irregular bruising and body aches made so much more sense now. Yes, some part of you figured he was doing vigilante work but this wasn’t vigilant work.
It was straight up immoral.
Dex had tried to keep this a secret. He hadn’t wanted to, but this had been so good. He had been so good. He liked this relationship, had fallen in love with you, and was happy. Coming home to you had proven to be as adjustment he looked forward to. It had made him feel…normal. He didn’t have to pretend around you: he had his outbursts, his moments of panic, felt the need to keep things organized and in their place, and you were always so kind about it. He’d been put in his place by you, of course, but he’d been trying. He wanted this, needed this, needed you. But the look on your face now left him feeling scared, terrified even. Fear rose like bile in his throat and he felt his heart beating frantically in his chest, like a caged bird beneath the confines of his ribs.
The wretched, angry animal in him was clawing at his insides, begging to be set free.
She can’t do this to me. She can’t leave.
You’d been standing with your arms crossed the entire time he’d been talking to you, and god he’d been trying so hard not to shake or sweat but the hardened look on your face was making it difficult not to. And now you wanted space? Time to think? So you didn’t understand him like you’d said you did. If you’d actually understood him, knew him, cared about him, then this would make sense. You’d be understanding.
Why weren’t you understanding?!
Sweat had gathered on Dex’s temples and he swallowed loudly, palms facing you, terrified you were suddenly scared of him after realizing what he was capable of.
“Please, just-” The panic was evident in his usually calm, level voice. “Let’s just sit and talk. If you let me explain-”
“Benjamin,” Your voice is curt, short and nearly halts him in his tracks. “We have been talking. That’s what this was. You explained yourself and I asked for space.”
Dex felt like he was on the verge of a panic attack. The need to fold in on himself was beginning to chisel away at whatever was keeping him standing in front of you at this moment.
He could feel the tremor in his hands as he fought the urge to lunge forward and pull you into him. He couldn’t let you have space. Then you could leave him, decide it was better to be apart, and what if you didn’t want to see him again? What if you broke up with him? What was Dex supposed to do? Nonono, he needed you. He needed you.
Dex’ breathing was sharp, his heart in his throat as he moved to block your path again, his hands still out, palms facing you, showing he was safe.
I’m safe baby please.
I’m safe.
Safe.
Your face twisted and Dex could see your frustration with him quickly shifting into anger. He was overwhelming you, he knew that, but he couldn’t stop. This awful, awful ache in his gut made him feel like he was drowning and you hadn’t even left. What would he do if you did? What would he do if you said you needed space and actually took it?
He tried to keep himself from reaching for you, from touching you, from pulling you into him and making you listen and just fucking understand him.
He side stepped when you moved, planting himself back in your path.
“Dex-” A warning.
“Please, just-” He could hear how desperate he sounded, and maybe he should have cared but he couldn’t. “Don’t leave. Can we please talk? About this? Please?”
An exasperated sigh left you, and Dex watched your lip curl in a way it only did when you were reaching your limit.
“I know you said you needed space,” He rushed to explain himself, muscles tense as he prepared to physically stop you from moving away from him. “I just think we need to go over some things a little bit more.”
“Dex, did you lie to me?” It was curt, short, abrupt.
He froze, eyes boring into your own.
He swallowed.
“Yes, but-”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” You’d thrown your hands in the air, eyes rolling as you turned to move away from him again. “Please leave now. I just need some time to myself-”
Dex should have been embarrassed at his desperation. Honestly, he’d never even imagined he’d end up in a relationship let alone love someone the way he loved you.
He needed you.
You’d guided him. Hell, he’d even worn the mask exponentially less because he wanted to be around you so often. He wanted to be more like you, to love you, to protect you, to own you. You were his and only his.
So he did what any sane man would do: Benjamin Poindexter dropped to his knees and begged.
“Oh god,” it escaped you in a startled whisper.
“Please,” His voice was strained, brows drawn together as if it pained him to speak. His hands were on his thighs in front of him, flexing, as if he was forcing them to remain there. “I-I’ll do anything Y/N, just-just don’t leave.”
It was pathetic, he was pathetic. Begging on his knees in your apartment, pleading with you to just give him another chance.
His chest was heaving, sharp breaths escaping him as he gazed up at you. He looked wild and barely contained, and you could tell in that moment that even if you tried to make him leave, it was more than likely that he’d simply refuse. Or linger in the area. You hated how much you loved that about him.
“Benjamin,” It escaped you in a startled sigh, blinking rapidly as you gazed down at your boyfriend. You’d never seen him so distraught, so desperate.
It made your chest and pussy ache.
“Please,” His voice was hoarse. “I…I can’t do this without you.” Dex leaned forward on his knees, tentatively reaching towards you. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to. I’ll be good, I promise.”
Your hand came up to cover your mouth, lashes fluttering in surprise at how earnest he was being. You really had only wanted space…just-just some time to think. The realization that Dex was Bullseye was heavy. And, truthfully, you knew that this was manipulative. Dex could, absolutely, be manipulative. But he was also desperate and possessive. And honestly? Pathetic.
You loved that about him.
“Dex…” It was soft, the way you said it, and Dex moved to wrap his large, warm hands around your thigh, drawing you closer to him.
“Baby, please, I need you,” It was rushed, whiny, “I-I can fix it, just let me fix it.”
“Dex,” You started, eyes fluttering shut as you turned your face to look away from him, overwhelmed by his demonstration. “You can’t stop being yourself, and this is-”
He looked anguished. “I know I upset you, I know I lied and I promised I wouldn’t-” His hands were flexing around your leg, demanding, fingers almost bruising. “I fucked up. But I need you Y/N.”
Fuck.
You lifted your gaze to the ceiling for a moment, cursing yourself under your breath. Were you really going to cave? Fuck, it was so hard not to with him. He was so…Dex.
When you finally looked down at him again it almost made you catch your breath. His lips were parted, cheeks a soft hue of pink, brows drawn together and hair moussed. He was a wreck, begging on his knees for you, his hands wrapped around your leg. He’d moved closer so that your foot was resting between his knees now as he gazed up at you.
“Don’t make me leave,” His voice cracked as he spoke and you nearly wailed in frustration.
“Fine,” It was a soft murmur and you reached out to gently smooth his hair back from his forehead. “You can stay. Just…calm down, okay?”
Dex’ eyes fell shut, face immediately shifting into one of relief as he leaned into your touch.
“Thank you baby,” He managed, and when he gazed up at you, you nearly caught your breath. “I promise I’ll behave.”
He pulled you closer to him then, crowding around your leg as he began planting open mouthed kisses atop your thigh. You could feel his tongue and teeth dragging along the skin as you continued to rake your fingers through his hair.
“Thank you, thank you,” He kept whispering between kisses, hand hand smoothing up the back of your thigh as he drew you even closer to his body.
Too many people characterize Dex as this dominant, macho, no one does anything to him person. And while I think that can be true in some cases. I think we should start seeing him as what he is, a pathetic, masochistic, obsessive pushover. I mean matt slamming his face against the table until he knocked out a tooth and saying "thank you" speaks for itself but also stalking Julie and then coming to her in public so she feels safe screams "I am dangerous but I'm absolutely pathetic about you"
He stalks you because he's possessive the way a dog resource guards. You are highly valuable to him and he knows if he doesn't bare his teeth you will be easily stolen from him. He's insecure as fuck and is needy and desperate and entirely pathetic. He barez his teeth, barks, he bites, but kick him and he rolls over on his back as submissive and complacent as a puppy
Synopsis: the ways I think Dex would react to pregnancy 🫶🏼 this is just me rambling at 2 am
I’m torn between whether or not Dex would try to baby trap you.
On one hand: he’s possessive. Now you HAVE to stay. You’re having his baby. He has to protect both of you. That and he’s selfish. There’s no way you’ll leave him now. Not when he’s pumping round after round into you because what does it matter now? Oh, twins perhaps? It’s a little scary, but he can manage it.
On the other: Dex is selfish. Pregnancy could terrify him. His routine will be skewed, you’ll be exhausted, he’ll have to adjust to a new life and one with a screaming infant? You’ll be exhausted, miserable at times, he’ll have to work more, you’ll have to work more, and this world is already so fucked, he’s already so fucked-adding a kid to it? Not so sure about that.
I think if he’s okay with getting you pregnant? He’d be a fucking menace.
“Yeah baby, feel good?” His voice would be rough, demeaning as he rubs mean circles on your clit, the other hand palming, squeezing your tit. He’s got you bouncing on his lap, the kitchen chair squeaking beneath him. You both hope it’s sturdy enough to withstand the pace you’ve set.
“Y-yes Dex,” You’d manage, though your voice sounds strangled. Your feet are flat on the floor, and it’s so fucking easy to ride him like this. His dick feels so fucking good like this, and the pace you’ve set is all about you, all about making you feel good, making you cream for him.
And he loves it.
He grins, eyes half lidded as he watches your face twist in pleasure. Sweat’s gathered on your brow now, and he’s almost positive your legs are going to be sore after this. But in the cool, blue light of your darkened apartment, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.
He lets his rough, calloused palm slide up from the swell of your breast, smoothing along the front of your check until he gently wraps it around your throat. You moan when he does, head falling back when he squeezes.
“That’s it baby,” He coos, voice raspy, though he almost sounds breathless. “Just like that. Keep ridin’ me baby, make yourself feel good.”
He feels your pussy tighten when you sink onto him, his words urging you on. He knows how much you love it when he talks you through it, lets you use him to cum, get all fucked out and dumb on his cock.
The noises he’s pulling from you have his thighs flexing, balls tightening. Fuck, you feel too good. Your warm and wet and the obscene sounds escaping your conjoined bodies are making it incredibly difficult for him to not pin you down and sink himself into you at a pace that he knows will have you squealing for him.
Dex glances down at your pussy, and his face softens, mouth falling open when he catches sight of the creamy ring you’ve left around the base of his cock. Fuck, he loved it when you did that. He knew you were extra needy tonight, you’d been pawing at him since he’d walked in the door, said somethin’ about ovulating-
Dex’s hand tightened a fraction around your throat, his eyes glued to the soft curve of your belly as you started to grind on him. You were close, he could hear it in the way you were panting above him, the way were grinding back and forth on his lap, how he tightly you were gripping his shoulders.
“Fuck, Dex!” You were whining, thighs trembling. His thumb was still pinned against your clit, and he could feel how wet you were every time you pushed against him. He was just being mean now: keeping his hand still, letting you bump against his thumb as you rode him.
Dex’ lips pulled back, canines exposed as he suddenly dragged you closer to him. You startled, eyes flying open when he suddenly had you nose to nose.
“I should fuckin’ breed you,” His voice is almost a growl, brows lowered in a sort of scowl, hazel eyes darkened. “Put a baby in you right now. That what you want?”
He doesn’t miss the way your rhythm stutters, how your cunt tightens around him, or how your pupils blow even wider.
A choked mewl escapes you, and Dex tightens his grip around your neck, his other hand smoothing over your hip and grabbing a mean handful of your ass. He starts to rock you back and forth on his cock, urging you into a rougher, nastier pace, one controlled by him.
“Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it baby?” He’s louder now, voice roughened by the effort he’s putting into moving your body back and forth on his lap. “Want me to put a baby in you. Let me keep you, never let you leave.”
“D-Dex!” It’s a high pitched warning and your boyfriend knows you’re close, can feel and hear how obscenely wet he’s made you, and his lips curl back in a snarl before he’s pulling you in for a wet, sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth but fuck he needs more, moremoreMORE-
“Dex, I’m gonna-!” He swallows your words, tongue pressing past your teeth as your rhythm turns sloppy. You’re convulsing against him, body pressing into his chest, whining into his mouth as you start cumming around his cock. You barely pull away from his mouth to urge him on-
“B-breed me Dex, fill me baby-”
Before he’s groaning into your mouth, grip bruising on your ass as he paints the inside of your pussy with his cum. You’re whining above him, and he knows you can feel how hard he is, how hard his fuckin’ dick is throbbing as he fills you.
Dex gently releases your neck from his grip when he finally starts to come down from his high, hand smoothing across your shoulder as you sink into him. You’re both slick with sweat, breathing laboured as your head drops against his muscles shoulder. Dex is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against him, mouthing at your shoulder as you struggle to catch your breath.
“I hope it takes,” his voice is gravelly as he whispers against your skin. You only huff out a laugh, turning your head to peer up at the greying blonde.
“Ha ha, very funny Dex,” You manage, cheeks flushed.
Dex’ eyes are hardened though, focused, his jaw set as he peers at the wall ahead of him. Your brow shifts, concern flooding your features.
Oh. Oh he was serious.
Oh he was serious.
“Dex-” You start but Dex shushes you, a hand smoothing down your spine before he’s shifting his hips again, cock still tucked oh so neatly into your leaking pussy.
“Don’t move,” He warns. “Gotta make sure it takes.”
But if he didn’t want a baby?
“What do you mean?” His voice is curt, hard, his body stiff as he stares you down across the room. He’s got his clean shirt fisted in his hand, the windows casting a bright, grey light into the apartment around him. It was supposed to rain later, and the apartment felt cold.
You swallowed, trying not to look away from his narrowed gaze.
“I’m pregnant,” You repeated, this time more firmly. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to be so…mean.
Yes, you had.
You’d just hoped he wouldn’t be.
“You took a test?” His voice was measured, controlled, features unmoving, though you could see the veins in his forearms beginning to show as his grip tightened on the shirt he was holding.
You nodded, chewing the inside of your lip. You let your gaze shift over your boyfriend-he was wearing a blue under armour t shirt and black runner’s pants.
It was his day off.
It was meant to be relaxing. A day to reset. Clean, do laundry, go over bills, organize.
This would throw a wrench in that.
Dex hated change.
You knew that.
“I took two,” Your voice was smaller this time. Resentment was starting to form in your chest. It felt ugly and wrong, but this was so sensitive and Dex was staring at you like you’d just kicked dirt at him.
“How did this happen?” His tone was almost biting and you caught yourself rolling your eyes, hand coming up to run through your hair.
“I think it’s pretty obvious Dex-” You start, though your voice is laced with anger now.
“That’s not what I meant,” Dex interrupts you, turning to toss his shirt onto the couch. The laundry was partially folded. He’d only gotten halfway through. “I thought you were monitoring your cycle-” He huffed a breath, catching himself before he spoke again, “we were monitoring your cycle.”
You felt yourself feeling the need to shrink, suddenly feeling like a stranger in your boyfriend’s apartment. Was it really shared? Or was it just his?
You felt unwanted.
Shame bubbled up in your chest.
“I guess we weren’t safe enough,” Your voice is much softer as you speak, but this time you refuse to meet Dex’ gaze.
Dex is unmoving as he stares at you. The small, polished kitchen suddenly felt like it was miles and miles in length, like the island and the chairs separating you were mountains instead of exactly that: chairs.
Dex’s hands are balled into fists at his sides, lips pulled into a thin line. His chest is shifting as his breathing picks up. There’s a moment of tense silence before he scrubs a hand down his face, blinking rapidly, eyes wide as he does. He sinks onto the couch behind him, elbows resting on his knees, hands covering his mouth.
“I can’t do this. I can’t raise a kid. I don’t want a kid.”
His words leave you breathless, chest tightening to an excruciating degree. You feel your body still, a heavy weight twisting painfully in your stomach. Despite your own fears, and the wretched, sinking feeling you’d had in your gut when that stupid second line had appeared, a part of you had hoped that Dex would have at least been kind about it.
But his eyes were wide, unseeing as he stared at the floor ahead of him, usually combed back hair rather disheveled from having run his hand through it.
What had you expected, really? Dex was a psychopath. Sure, he loved you, but you were the first and only person he’d ever loved. Why on earth would that extend beyond that?
You take a slow, measured breath before running a hand down your face. “Look, I’m gonna go-”
“Hey, Y/N, no-” Dex is moving towards you before you have a chance to turn. His hands are suddenly on your shoulders as he forces you to face him. “Don’t leave. Please.”
You suck in a deep breath through your nose, ribs expanding as you struggle to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. His face is,..almost unreadable, brows dipped ever so slightly.
He was trying to control himself.
You weren’t sure if that hurt you.
You think it did.
“I…” He’s slow to speak, lips pressed into a thin line as he swallows. “I don’t know how to react. I could sit here and say this is great news, but I would be lying.”
You realize he’s trying to implement the things you’ve talked about, the skills, the management of his…tendencies. When you’d first started dating, Dex had been…explosive at times. He’d tried to hide it from you at first, but eventually his past had caught up with him. Understandably so. But after almost losing you after one too many arguments and too many bloodied nights after a night out as Bullseye, Dex had started to implement skills he’d learned in therapy.
It was that or lose you. He was pretty certain he’d descend into genuine madness if he lost you.
That being said, he liked what you two had. He liked your routines, the rhythm, the lifestyle you had set. Adding a baby to that? It would…change things. Change you, change him, change the relationship. What if you drifted from him? What if that thing made you sick? Would you have to move? Was the apartment big enough? And the diapers, the filthy clothing, the bile and bodily fluids-
You could see in the way that Dex’ eyes had shifted that he was losing himself in an anxious loop. A rather awful one, you presumed, given how anxious you were.
Dex could not go down that path again. Not now. You needed him, but you also couldn’t babysit his episodes anymore.
“Hey,” You reached up, softer this time, your hand settling gently against his cheek. “We have time to…think. Okay?”
“I want to be selfish with you,” Dex confessed. “I’m not…good at these things. Not really. Other people’s children…it’s different. It’s-”
“An act,” You finished for him, painfully aware of Dex’ diagnosis. “I know. But…this isn’t something you’ve ever thought about?”
Dex blinks at you before shrugging. “Maybe in passing. But I’ve never really gotten this far in a relationship before.” His words are measured but honest. “The others were…really only for looks. Just to see if I could do it. I didn’t really care about them. Not like you.”
“Well you did stalk me,” You offer lightly, though your face twists as you realize the relationship you have with this man. What was wrong with both of you? Jesus. “One step at a time? I just found out twenty minutes ago.”
Dex nods slowly, stiff, like he’s forcing back a panic attack. “Yes…okay.”
You raise a brow, blinking slowly up at him. “Why don’t you go finish folding your laundry? Will that help?”
Dex nods once, but before he turns to go he sets a large, warm palm on your belly. “I’m trying to be…open,” He manages, though it’s stiff.
“Yea,” Your voice sounds…smaller. “I know.”
THE END
Anyways, let me know if y’all see the image or not. Idk if I wrote him well???
TAGS/WARNINGS: STRAIGHT UP SMUT MAN, lowkey cnc, fingering, fighting, blood, knife play, power dynamics, cum play, anger, hunter x prey dynamic. Let me know if I missed anything.
Synopsis: You and Dex are friends. You help each other out, stitch one another up, recount your heroic tales and victories because you’re both vigilantes fighting the good fight! At least, that’s what Dex has lead you to believe.
“Poindexter.”
Dex winces at the way you say it. It’s a bark, a command-harsh, biting, mean. He knows it shouldn’t bother him, that it should roll right off his shoulders. Why should he care? He doesn’t. He can’t.
He works his jaw, tongue sliding over his teeth like he’s trying to taste his words before he says them to you. He grins, lids low, uncaring.
Please say he looks like he doesn’t care.
“Y/N, it’s nice to see you again,” His voice is flat, as if he’s uninterested in this interaction, like he has other, far more important places to be. Like this time spent here, with you, is cumbersome. A nuisance at best.
And not at all like he’s about to go toe to toe with the woman he’s had feelings for over the past six months.
If he didn’t know you, he’d have said you also looked indifferent, angry at best. Your jaw was set, top lip curled ever so slightly-disgust? Probably. You’d spat his name like the thought of it lingering on your tongue made you nauseas. It was nothing like the way you’d said it so many times before. No, you’d been sweet before. Dangerous, yes, he knew what you were capable of. But you’d been sweet, especially to him. Understanding of his circumstances, wanting more for him, wishing he’d been treated better despite his condition. You’d made him want to be more, to do more, to feel. But Dex was an animal and he accepted that now.
And it pained him to see that it looked like you were itching to put him down.
Your tongue slides over your canines, hands flexing into fists at your sides, brows low as you look him over. He can see the anger, the burning rage behind your e/c eyes, and he understands why people are fearful of you. You hunt your enemies like they’re prey, and you do a damned good job at it. Matt had kept you on a tight leash at times, worried you may take it too far one day, take a life. You’d always told him he worried too much.
Dex wondered if today was the day you’d finally cross that line, if it was his blood you’d spill in a way that could not be salvaged.
He didn’t like the way it made his chest ache.
“You lied to me,” Your words were clipped, and your nose wrinkled ever so slightly afterwards, the way it always did when you didn’t like something. Usually you only did that when Dex spoke with you about something someone else had done to him. He’d gotten so good at being…well, good.
But how long could wild animals stay house trained?
“Did I?” He shrugged as he spoke, watching you carefully as he took a step closer. The weight of his blade in his hand felt familiar, and yet it didn’t comfort him the way it usually did. Maybe the idea that he may have to bury it within you felt too heavy.
I don’t have a choice.
“Everyone has a choice,” You’d said all those months ago. God, you’d sounded just like Matt. It had made him want to strangle you. No wonder the Catholic prick enjoyed your company so much. But Dex had stayed silent, you didn’t need to know that he knew Matt. He wanted his private life to remain exactly that; private. He’d wanted to keep you to himself. You cared for one another, patched up wounds, exchanged stories, shared meals and ensured the other got home safely.
Was it really his fault that you’d assumed he was a vigilante? No, no, it was on you for not digging better. It was on you for assuming he was good, for looking for the best parts of him. He didn’t ask you to do that. You did it on your own. You were foolish, you were dumb, not him.
Right?
You eyes narrowed at him, and he could hear your voice before you even spoke: “Omitting the truth is a lie, Dex!”
The last time you’d said that, you’d laughed as you stitched his shoulder. Matt had caused the damage, though you didn’t need to know that.
Except you didn’t laugh as you said it this time. In fact, you didn’t say anything at all. And it bothered Dex. He was supposed to know you.
Maybe not knowing you would make this easier.
Your head tilts as you regard him, and he watches the way your hair shifts as you do, mask forgotten in this moment. He supposed neither of you needed them now that the truth was out.
He can feel your eyes on him, feel the way you’re watching the way he’s breathing, the way his hands are flexing, his stance, where his eyes drift, all of it. You’re hunting him in the same manner he’s hunting you. He’s impressed, turned on, and angry. Hurt too, if he looked too deeply, but he can’t afford to do that anymore. Can’t afford to force his jaw to unclench when the scent of your perfume shifts in the wind and invades his senses. Can’t afford to let his gaze shift over your curves, or the way your suit hugs the taut muscles of your thighs. Can’t afford to acknowledge the hurt that’s so painfully evident in your drawn brows or the way your eyes are boring into his because he betrayed you.
Dex betrayed you.
The one person who’d had faith in him.
Whatever.
Right?
“You gonna kill me now?” Dex grins as he says it, pressing the tip of his dagger into his pointer finger, relishing in the way it nearly pierces the glove. “It’d be an honor to be your first.”
“I may have to,” Your voice is flat as you say it, like you’re accepting the circumstances you’ve found yourself in. Dex only blinks at you, seemingly unfazed by your bold claim. “Or maybe I’ll maim you. I think being paralyzed might keep that ego of yours in check.”
His smile wavers for the briefest of moments, lip curling with rage at your threat. How bitchy of you.
He can see the way your nostrils are flaring to let more of his scent in, the way your nails are lengthening, lips curling back over canines that are just a little too large to be human.
Mutant. That’s what people called you guys now. Huh, didn’t think he’d ever get lumped in with that lot.
“Feral,” You’d teased. It felt like ages ago that he’d been sitting at your table, the warm glow of your kitchen light bathing his greying hair in a halo. How ironic. “That’s what they call me. Maybe it’s because they’re scared of me.”
“They should be,” He’d shrugged, two hands wrapped tightly around the blue mug of tea you’d poured for him. Something about the herbs in it would help him heal faster, you’d said. He never believed in that bullshit, but the honey you’d tossed into it had tasted good. It helped that you’d licked the spoon before you’d stirred his tea. “One of these days I’d like to see you in action.”
“I stay in control,” You’d lulled, leaning against your counter. “I’m no Wolverine.”
But now, with the city buzzing beneath the two of you, and the darkened space of the rooftop providing the barest of lighting, Dex wasn’t so sure he’d come out of this as unscathed as he’d hoped. He’d betrayed you, and that was the only thing you’d said made you angry enough to lose control.
“You’re a coward,” You snarled, face tipping forward. Your stance shifted-lower, coiled, ready. “I can smell you Dex-you’re scared.”
He swallowed. “Maybe. Maybe I’m excited,” He shrugged again, cocking his head at you. “Maybe I’ll finally get to see if you’re all talk. If the big bad Y/N is as terrible as she makes herself seem.” He moved as if to bow. “Or if she’s still living in DareDevil’s shadow.”
You grinned for a moment and Dex cursed himself for thinking about how beautiful you looked. “I’m going to gut you Ben Poindexter, and then I’m going to suck the marrow from your bones and eat your insides.”
Oh.
He feels his cock jump at your threat. Honestly, mainly because he knows you mean it. The threat behind your words is very real and backed by the kind of skill he’s rarely encountered.
God, how was he ever going to get into a healthy relationship if the women he was attracted to were like this?
There’s a moment of tense silence, sirens and traffic blaring below you, the wind whistling through the stone maze of Hell’s Kitchen below you, and then you’re moving.
You’re fast, unbelievably so, claws outstretched and teeth bared-
But Dex is too.
He’s got his knife between his fingers before you’ve taken half a step and it’s whistling through the air.
He almost hopes he misses.
But he doesn’t, he’s Dex.
The difference? It doesn’t slow you. It’s sinks into the meat of your bicep with a sickening shlunk and you only roar in frustration. Dex barely has time to curse or pivot before you’re tearing into the flesh of his shoulder.
Ow.
He cries out, grunting, thick hand wrapping around your other wrist before you can land another blow. Fuck, he may actually have to hurt you.
As if on cue, you snap at him, teeth missing his chin by an inch or so before he’s recoiling and taking you with him. Fuck sakes, you’re strong.
“Don’t go easy on me now, Dex,” You spit, teeth grinding as you struggle to twist out of his grip.
He only grins again, eyes ablaze. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The fight that ensues is exhausting. Ben Poindexter has been trained in hand to hand combat for years, and despite that, both you and that god forsaken man in red seem to be level or even one step ahead of him.
He’s gasping for air, hurling whatever he can get his hands on at you, landing hit after hit, a kick to the ribs, even had your hair in his fist at one point and yet despite all of it?
You’re kicking his ass.
He’s never seen anyone so angry. You’d put even Fisk to shame with the way you were tearing into him. Blood, either his or your own, stretched across your face, and you’d torn through his suit and flesh in more places than he’d care to admit. You were hurt too, limping if he paid too much attention to you. He’d hit your knee in a way that would require medical attention but despite that, you were still standing, still clawing your way through him.
Benjamin Poindexter realized you may actually kill him on this rooftop.
He also realized you’d have to because he didn’t think he’d be able to kill you.
It was a second long pause, maybe even less than that, but it was enough. He’d cracked, hell maybe even broken, a few of your ribs and you were wheezing. Barely, but he could hear it. If he could sink a knife between your ribs you’d go down, he could win-
He didn’t mean to take note of the way your eyes were glassy. He didn’t mean to notice the way your mouth had turned down. He didn’t mean to notice that you were nearly crying despite the fact that your claws were extended while you launched at him.
He did, however, take note of the resounding crack that rang out when his skull connected with the rooftop. A dull, low ache ebbed out from the base of his skull and he groaned, eyes fluttering shut.
Fuck.
It hurt.
It ached.
“You bitch,” He managed to drawl, the heel of his boot scuffing along the gravel beneath him as he tried to pull himself back onto his elbows. His vision was swimming, heartbeat evident as the dull pulse in his head intensified. He could only grunt when he felt you straddle him, eyes rolling back in his skull when he felt a long, sharp claw drag along his pulse on his exposed throat.
Goosebumps ripple across his skin.
“I should kill you,” Your voice is low, he can hear you trying to catch your breath. You’re struggling to breathe, the beating he delivered evident in the wheeze you can’t seem to shake. “Men like you deserve to be put down.”
Dex doesn’t even bother to open his eyes, smiling at your threat. He would have laughed if his ribs didn’t hurt so damn much, teeth pink from the blood pooling on his tongue. “Yeah? Do it then.”
His eyes remain closed as he shifts, hands shifting to rest on your thighs, the one’s pressing on either side of his damaged torso. He swallows thickly, ignoring the sickly sweet taste of his own blood, as he taps a gentle rhythm on your suit.
When he does manage to look up at you, he almost feels guilty at the way you’re staring down at him. Your hand is raised, claws flexed like you might actually sink them into his throat, like you may actually kill him.
It may not have been the worst way to go out. Pretty girl on his torso, angry, possibly tearing his throat out. Could be worse.
Right?
Except you look anguished. If his head wasn’t swimming, Dex would have been able to see that your hand was shaking.
“You lied to me,” Your voice is hoarse, breathing laboured, eyes wild. There’s blood running down your jaw and throat, lip split by Dex’s fist, uniform torn and bloodied by his knives. “I trusted you. Believed in you. Wanted more for you. And you lied!”
Dex can only release a breathy laugh, choking on his own bloodied saliva as he does. He turns his face to the side and spits, tongue flicking out over the torn flesh of his lip. He could have spat on you, splattered the front of your ridiculous costume in more of his blood, but he decides he should be nice despite the circumstances, despite the fact that he wants to spit on you, watch the way it’ll trail down your chest, see if maybe a touch of it will catch on your lip-
You roar above him and Dex is reminded of how incredibly dangerous you are. It’s as captivating as it is terrifying.
He stretches his legs, boots scraping on the bloodied concrete of the roof you’ve got him pinned to. He lets his hands settle on your thighs, thumbs sweeping over the curved muscle, before he’s smoothing up the expanse of them.
“That I did, sweetheart,” He tuts, as if he’s disappointed in himself. Maybe he is. He’d enjoyed you. “So what are you going to do about it?”
You lean forward, nose nearly touching his, claws still extended, threatening. “Maybe I should finally, finally, put the Benjamin Poindexter down. Let this city rest.” Your words are clipped, a near hiss as you spit at him. He can smell his own blood on your breath, see the way it’s turned your pretty teeth pink, see his own reflection staring back at him in your near blackened eyes. It’s haunting, the way he’s staring death in the face and yet he’s thankful it’s you who may finally deliver him.
Dex tilts his head, regarding you for a moment, before he’s reaching up, oh so slowly, to gently wrap his gloved hand around your wrist. He’s soft despite the circumstances, even going so far as to let his thumb rub a gentle circle over your pulse point, before guiding your claws to his throat.
“So,” It’s a hushed whisper, eyes half lidded as he gazes up at you, blonde brows drawing together. “Do it.”
Your pupils dilate, ever so slightly, lips parting as you make sense of what the criminal below you has challenged you with. Dex can see the confusion, the hurt, the pain that flashes across your features, before a calm resolution seems to take place.
His breath catches when he feels the pointed tip of your thumb drag over his Adam’s apple, your pointer finger trailing down his neck while you grin above him.
“Me,” Your voice is low, sultry. “Y/N, the one to take down Bullseye.” Your clawed thumb stops below his bobbing Adam’s apple, pressing into his skin. His breath stutters when he feels you pierce the skin, a small rivulet of blood collecting at the very tip of your claw.
Dex can feel his heart begin to pump a little faster, feels his chest constrict, like he’s suddenly high. His head feels like it could burst, tongue dry as his hazel eyes flick across your sharpened E/C ones.
Fuck.
He can feel your heartbeat on your wrist despite the gloves, can feel the way it’s picked up, the way your temperature has spiked. Is it the blood? His blood? The sight of it? Does the thought of killing him give you the same rush? You were an animal after all. Had Matt really suppressed your instincts? Maybe it was within you to want to kill. Maybe-
Dex’s mind is silenced when you suddenly lean forward, nose just barely brushing his. You’ve never been this close before. Despite all the nights shared together, countless conversations, stories, stitches, you’d never actually moved beyond a few inches of distance. Nothing had ever been…said, addressed. There had been tension, sure, but you’d also seemed hellbent on maintaining distance. It seemed like no matter how many lingering glances Dex lent your way, you remained firm.
Nobody could get too close.
Not romantically.
You couldn’t afford to lose focus.
He couldn’t either.
Right?
Except you were his only focus when he was fucking his own hand, desperately clinging to the lingering scent of your perfume on his clothes. You were his only thought when he was whimpering your name, imagining your mouth against his ear, murmuring his name. Maybe you’d be tough on him, mean even. Maybe you’d use that incredible strength of yours and pin him-
Dex can feel his cock hardening beneath you and he knows you can feel it. You’re straddling his hips, leaning over him, and you’ve got your claws against his throat-can you blame him?
Your face twists in surprise, eyes snapping down to your clothed core, the one currently pressed against his hardening dick, before you’re looking back up at Dex. Dex, who tosses you a wicked grin before his grip on your wrist was tightening and he was yanking you forward.
You almost yelped in surprise, but it’s cut short when his other hand is suddenly wrapped around your throat and the grip is bruising. A choked sound escapes you, eyes swimming with tears as Dex drags your face to his.
“Should have taken the shot,” He whispers, and he revels in the way his lips brush past your ear and God-did you just shiver?
It doesn’t take much to maneuver you, especially when you’re already exhausted and he’s managed to take you by surprise. It’s practiced, fast, clean-a leg hooked over your own, your momentum used against you and suddenly: Dex has got you pinned, gloved hand wrapped tightly around your throat, knife pointed just below your ear.
You’re groaning, lashes fluttering, hands instinctively coming up to grasp, weakly, at Dex’s arms. Hm, your claws had retracted.
Dex huffs out a long breath, sucking his teeth as he looks you over. Your skin’s started to bruise from where he’s struck you, hair matted-maybe you hadn’t had time to secure it-and your breathing is shaky at best. You’re exhausted, bloodied, battered.
Perfect.
“Too slow,” He croons, watching the way your face twists at the realization that Dex has the upper hand once more. He can see your pulse jumping beneath your skin, hand squeezing your throat. He’s delighted, giddy even, with the turn of events. The two of you have finally fought, shown one another what you’re capable of. No matter banter, no more toeing this ridiculous line with you, pretending to be something he’s not-something good, something worthy of you, of your time. He pulls back to look at you, really take in the situation the two of you have found yourselves in when he feels sudden tightness in his throat.
He can’t kill you.
Lying beneath him like this, lashes fluttering, cheeks flushed and lips bloodied, his own blood dirtying your hands, he realizes he cannot kill you.
He also realizes he’d never had any intention of it.
But the knowledge that he’d driven you so close to killing him had him feeling…delighted.
“What’re you waiting for, Dex?” It’s nearly a drawl, you’re obviously exhausted as you half heartedly shift in his grip. “Isn’t this what you do? Kill people? Even the one’s closest to you?”
Your eyes meet his when you say the last part, as if you’re challenging him, urging him to disagree with you. It was as if you wanted Dex to prove to you that he was exactly what everyone thought he was: heartless. He cocks his head at you, the corner of his lip lifting into a grin as he drags the edge of his blade along your jaw.
“Don’t you have any questions?” He taunts, thumb dragging across the middle of your throat. “Don’t you want to know why I lied? Why I hid who I was?”
His gaze slides across your pretty face, lingers on your mouth, before his eyes are boring into yours once more. He wasn’t anticipating such an emotionless return.
“No.”
His jaw ticks.
“Your explanation means nothing.”
Dex’s lip curls, eyes widening with surprise, and fury, at your words. He almost missed the way your lip shifted into the barest of grins.
“Why would I give a fuck about why some low life criminal hung around?” You scoff. “I can see why you have no friends, now,” You’re laughing as you continue, “Had to lie to me to get me to give you an ounce of attention.” You push your face closer to Dex’s, ignoring the way his knife presses dangerously against your throat. “You’re a loser Benjamin Poindexter. You mean nothing to anyone.”
Dex’s jaw is clenched, lips pulled into a thin line, rage coiling like a snake behind his ribs at your words. He knew you were only being bitchy and cruel to him in an effort to have him lose control. But why the fuck did you want that? To what? Prove a point? Have him kill you? Matt was already after him, hated him for what he’d done, so why not add another friend to that list?
“I kept you around like a pet,” You laugh, tongue sliding out over your top lip as you mock the man above you. “Because I felt bad for you. ‘This poor, lonely, loser of a man. Maybe it’s my duty to help him, to save him-’”
“Who in the hell do you think needs saving, huh?” Dex hisses, thumb pressing into the hollow of your throat. You nearly choke, hands flying up to his biceps as you struggle to breathe past his unrelenting grip. He pushes the corner of his knife into the skin behind your ear, grinning when you try to choke out a cry. It’s only the faintest of pressure, but it’s enough to pierce the skin. “Who do you think is going to find you up here?” He laughs. It’s cold, and cruel. “Matt? Where is he? Huh? You need help and where is he?”
Dex’s rage is beginning to boil over. The biting sting of your words has left him feeling betrayed and angry. He understood being enemies, that was something he’d grown accustomed to. But pitying him? Letting him stick around because you felt guilty?!
He felt betrayal and rage begin to gnaw at his gut, the biting teeth of the beast gnawing at his rib cage, begging to be set free, to wreak havoc-
You’re grinning. It’s subtle, the tiniest lift of the corner of your lip, bloodshot eyes welling with tears as you glance his way. Understanding washes over Dex as he looks you over.
“You’re trying to provoke me.” His tone is flat, cold, dry. Your lips split into a shit eating grin, and Dex marvels at the way his cock instantly hardens in his pants.
Fuck.
“Fuck you, Poindexter,” You spit, and he grimaces when it lands directly on his mouth. A dry laugh escapes Dex before he’s slamming his fist into the ground beside your head, knife gripped tightly in hand.
“You fucking brat,” he growls, hand slipping from around your throat to grip your jaw. It’s rough, aggressive as he forces your mouth open, eyes alight with fury. You’re laughing in his fucking face and he could kill you. Dex’s eyes scour your face for a few moments, watching the way you’ve lit up with laughter, before he’s suddenly pressing the flat part of his blade against your tongue. You startle, eyes widening as you regard the roughened blonde atop you. You make a noise, as if struggling to say his name before Dex is grinning down at you. “Not so loud now, eh?”
He watches you, enraptured, as you slowly bite down on the blade, teeth flashing, pupils dilating as you meet his gaze. Your words are muffled by the sharp, cool piece of metal that pushing your tongue flat but you try anyway, looking downright feral as you do; “Bite me.”
Dex feels his chest tighten, breath caught in his throat as he stares down at you. He feels like a starved man, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he shifts his stance over top of you.
You, in all your animalistic glory, were trapped beneath him with his knife in your pretty teeth.
“I think…” He started slowly, blinking as he watched the way your breath fogged the metal. “You like this.”
Your brows dip, eyes widening a fraction at his bold claim. Your grip on his arm tightens as he leans closer to you, nose nearly touching yours.
“I think,” He continued to drawl. “You like that finally, finally, someone can beat you at your own game.”
Sure, Matt would train with you, and he was good. He fought well and hard, In fact, he’d kicked Dex’s ass a few times now. But Matt was…tame. He kept himself, and others, on a tight leash. Everything was always accounted for, in check. And the odd time Matt did lose his temper, his Catholic guilt immediately followed suit and flooded his system. He had a moral compass and strict code that he urged everyone around him to follow. Honestly, Dex found it to be fucking annoying at times. Honestly, was he really a hero if the people he let free kept killing others?
But you, you, were something else entirely. You were a live wire, a caged beast. Dex could see that. He’d felt it that first night you’d found him bloodied and stumbling up the fire escape to his apartment. You’d assumed he was another vigilante, something akin to you and your Matthew, and he’d never denied it. But he’d seen how you moved, the way you consistently fought the urge to give into your instincts. What was it that kept you so in line? You weren’t religious, you broke the law, you’d cursed men and broken bones with ease and yet…through and through he found you there: at Matt’s side, taking the high road, the ‘right way’, playing the hero.
“I think you like that you have to try a little harder,” Dex was smiling out of the side of his mouth as he spoke. “With me.”
He huffed a dry laugh before he was licking his teeth, eyes narrowing as he dropped even closer to you, one hand planted firmly beside your head for balance, the other keeping the blade in your mouth as he lowered himself so that his chest was against yours, thighs encasing your own.
Your eyes widened, gaze wild as you frantically sought his, looking for an explanation.
“I think,” Dex’s voice had dropped, dangerously low as he looked you over, blonde lashes fluttering ever so slightly. “You like this.” His hips shifted as if to accentuate his point and he heard the way your breath caught when his semi hard cock pressed against your crotch. The thick material of your jumpsuits made it difficult to feel all too much, but there was no denying Dex’s arousal or the way his hips settled so nicely between yours thighs.
“Come on, Y/N,” Dex whispered, winking. “You’re never this quiet.”
If he didn’t know you, he’d have said you were scared. Pupils were so wide your eyes were nearly black, breath escaping you in short bursts, hands flexing like you couldn’t decide on how to hurt him to ensure your escape.
And survival.
But Dex did know you, and you were rarely scared.
So when Dex let his free gently brush your hair from your face and your eyes lit with rage, he wanted to laugh. Yeah, he’d always hoped you’d end up in this type of situation but he’d never actually allowed himself to want for it. You were on opposing sides of the existential war. A hero and the villain? Fucking? Your morals were too in tact.
But his weren’t.
Dex tuts quietly under his breath as he gently takes the knife from your mouth, frowning at you when you move to speak.
“For once, just stay quiet-” The handle is tapped against your lips. “For me.”
Your face twists in disgust, but Dex is no fool. He’s spent enough time with you to know you’re intrigued.
He shifts his weight onto his right forearm, the one still planted by your head, as he begins to let the sharpened tip of his blade run down the front of your body. It’s slow, almost cruel, as he lets the metal drag down the front of your throat. It catches for a brief moment on the collar of your jumpsuit before its descent down your body continues. His eyes are almost half lidded as he watches it slowly trail over the swell of your chest, over the curve of your breasts and down to your rib cage. He pauses for a moment when he sees your breath catch, the blade hovering just above your belly button.
“Nervous?” He almost grins as he says it, and he nearly laughs when he sees the way your mouth presses into a hard line. Always so frustrated with him.
Dex’s eyes flick back down to your navel, watching the way his knife smooths over the kevlar of your suit. It’s not long before it’s ghosting over your pubic bone. Dex stops, letting his eyes drag up your body before he’s meeting your burning gaze.
There’s a beat of silence, the sound of the city kicking up around you on the abandoned rooftop, before Dex is tap tap tapping the flat of his blade against your pussy.
You wince, nearly growling in frustration? Disgust? Anger? Possibly all three? He isn’t sure. Dex is quick, the blade leaving his hand for a second or so as he tosses it, now gently gripping the blade in his gloved palm. His eyes are focused oh so carefully on you, taking in every breath, every bead of sweat on your brow, the way your teeth are glinting as you struggle to even out your breath.
He grins.
You stiffen when Dex presses the dull handle of the blade against your core. It’s soft, but…demanding, as he gently prods where your clit would be.
“Shit-” It escapes you in a hiss and you nearly curse yourself, thighs tensing and eyes snapping shut as Dex begins to gently move the handle in circles against you.
“You fucking-” You start, eyes flying open but you startle when you meet Dex’s gaze. His eyes are half lidded, pupils blown so wide the hazel frame surrounding them is nearly lost, teeth barely showing in his lopsided grin.
“Stay still,” His voice is almost gravelly when he speaks. Soft, low, slow. Your claws extend, instincts maybe, but you actually fucking listen to him for once. Your breathing has picked up, and Dex watches you while your tongue glides out over your lower lip, teeth pink with smeared blood, but you’re still. He can feel the barely there movements in your hips as your muscles tense.
He knows you.
Knows you like this.
Knows you in a way no one ever has.
Because, just like him: you’re an animal.
And how often are you subdued? How often are you bested at your own game? Controlled, pinned, beaten?
The answer is never.
Except for now.
And Dex knows, knows deep within his bones, that you’ve craved this.
Maybe that’s why you liked Matt so much.
Maybe Matt could tame you. But could he match your wild frenzy the way that Dex could?
Never.
Dex sucks in a breath, the corner of his lip tugging into a smirk as he gently runs the handle of his blade up and down the seam of your suit, right where your pretty little cunt is, and sees the way your throat bobs as you swallow. He can see the way your nose keeps scrunching ever so slightly, the way your brows dip for the briefest of moments before you’re forcing your face back to one that indicates this hasn’t affected you. No, it couldn’t, right? Not Dex, not the handsome vigilante you’d been helping, not with the way his sweat and cologne were invading your senses, or the way his hair was hanging over his brow as he remained poised over you, or the way his pupils had grown so large the black nearly swallowed the hazel rings entirely.
No, not Dex.
Dex was smiling, a shit eating grin now as he watched your lashes flutter. It was only a moment, a barely there reaction, before you were steeling yourself again but Dex caught it.
“Aw,” It was a whispered coo, his eyes narrowing. “That feel good, princess?”
Before you could respond, your eyes snapping open, teeth bared, Dex had flipped the blade in his hand again. This time, the tip of steel was pressing gently against your upper thigh. Panic flashed in your eyes as Dex’s grin turned into something predatory and your ears pricked at the sound of your suit being torn. The tip of the blade was caught in a tear that must have happened earlier during your battle with Dex. You snapped your gaze downwards, watching in horror, and fascination, as Dex continued to drag the blade down the length of your inner thigh. It was quick, a simple tug of his wrist, but that left you exponentially more exposed. You felt the city’s air rush along your skin, the 6” tear leaving your inner thigh painfully exposed.
“Dex-” You barked, moving to reach for his hand but he only tutted in response, the tip of the blade now pressing into the soft flesh of your thigh. Anger flared through you, but you gritted your teeth despite it.
“Now now Y/N,” his tone was condescending as he continued to smile down at you. “Stay still and behave for me. We wouldn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, would we?”
When you swallowed it was audible, and Dex nodded at the sound of it, as if he was pleased with your cooperation. “That’s it.”
Dex was slow, methodical in his movements as he gently pushed the fabric away from your skin. The knife was carefully pinned between his thumb and palm as he let his hand ghost along the edge of the tear on your suit. He let his gaze slide along the length of your pretty neck and down your torso as his gloved fingers finally slid along the flesh of your upper thigh. Goose bumps had rippled across your skin, and he smiled lazily to himself when he felt you tense beneath him.
He finally let his gaze flick back up to yours, hazel eyes locked on your e/c ones when his hand finally slid under the fabric of your suit, fingers pressing flat against your hip. The blade was pinned between your skin and his fingers and you shifted as the cool metal pressed against your warm skin. His thumb was tucked in the crook between your thigh and cunt, the rough material of his suit pulling a shiver from you as he began to trace slow, slow, slow circles.
“Now,” Dex’s voice was just above a whisper. “You tell me; if I touch you, is my glove going to come back clean?”
His words surprise even him, and you, as he says them. He can’t remember the last time he’d been this bold, but there’s something about the way you’re pinned beneath him, and the way he can’t tell if it’s lust or rage clouding your eyes.
The possibility of it being both has his dick pulsing in his pants.
Your only response is the grinding sound of your teeth as you clench your jaw.
Dex grins again.
His hand shifts lower, palm still flat against your skin, fingers splayed, the blade pinned between your warm skin and his gloved hand, as his thumb glides under your suit and-
You hiss, eyes snapping shut when the rough pad of it drags upward, pressing through your folds and presses firmly against your flit. Your hips jerk upwards, head pressing back into the concrete as you involuntarily react.
Dex can’t tear his eyes away from your trembling form. You’re so desperate to control your reaction, to not even react at all, but he can’t help but watch you. He’s barely even touched you, has barely torn your suit to get to your pretty cunt, and he’s only got his thumb pressed oh so sweetly against your clit, and already he’s watching you bare your teeth at him.
Oh he can’t wait to watch you cum for him.
“Now now,” It’s a drawl, and he stills his hand, letting you catch your breath. God, you look so angry.
He loves it.
“Let’s see if my glove’s clean,” He’s still smiling as he speaks to you. “Because you shouldn’t want this, right?” He tips his head forward ever so slightly, tongue flicking out and dragging along his teeth. “Because I’m the bad guy, right?”
He presses his thumb against your clit once more when you’re silent. “Right? Answer me.”
You speak through gritted teeth, “Right.”
He nods, once, like he’s pleased with your response before he’s slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulling his hand free from your suit. The blade comes with him and you watch, in horror and embarrassment, as he raises his hand to examine it.
Despite the dark city sky, and the way he’s holding it so damn close to your faces, you see it; the wet sheen coating his thumb. In fact, the way it’s completely soaked the fabric.
Dex watches the way your face contorts.
You’ve been caught and you both know it.
His grin turns wolfish.
“Seems you enjoy me after all,” He taunts, peeling his eyes away from his hand so he can meet your own.
You open your mouth as if to deny it, to deny him, but Dex is moving before you can.
RIIIIIP!!
You gasp as the greying blond hooks his blade in your suit and tears along the fabric, completely exposing your cunt to the night air.
“Poindexter!” You snarl, but it’s cut off when he suddenly shifts, the hand that was once placed firmly beside your head now hooking into your hair. He’s still braced on his elbow, but the grip on your hair is painful as he forces your head to the side. He pushes himself higher onto his knees, forcing your thighs apart before he’s settling beneath them again. Your hands fly up to grip his shoulders, claws extended and pressing into his flesh when suddenly-
Dex watches you gasp at the contact, eyes snapping open to meet his.
He’s pushed two gloved fingers into you, his palm snug against your cunt, the pad of his thumb pressing into your clit.
His eyes flick across your face, feeling somewhat drunk as he takes in your reaction. Your mouth falls open, brows drawing together, a soft gasp escaping you as realization dawns on you. It feels good, he knows it fucking feels good because you’ve been soaked since he started teasing you, and he can feel your cunt fluttering around his fingers as you try to adjust to him.
And he knows you fucking like it.
Dex knows you; your pride would never allow you to willingly give in to him. The rights and wrongs of heroes and villains and blah blah blah. But if he took it? If he pushed you over the edge? What then? You couldn’t feel guilty.
And he’d been watching you hope he’d push you over the edge since he’d met you. You couldn’t allow yourself to want, no no no-you were too busy. Too busy for a man, for sex, for anything with feelings. What if they got caught in the crossfire? What if they were used as bait? Heroes and their martyrdom. Didn’t you guys ever get tired of your own bullshit?
“That’s it,” It’s a whisper, a soft coo, as Dex feels your thighs flex around him, like you were trying to draw them together despite his knees keeping you spread open. He’d cut along the seam of your suit and left you completely exposed, and fuck he should have taken his god damn glove off so he could actually feel you, but your nails were digging into his shoulders despite his suit and he couldn’t afford to waste any more time. “Take it, just like that.”
He’s slow to move at first, watching the way your face contorts as he slowly draws his fingers out of you, before gently pushing them back in. His thumb stays pressed against your clit, ensuring he’s gently grinding his palm against you when he pushes his fingers back into you. You’re fucking soaking already, he can feel it through the material of his gloves, and he lets out a shakey breath because of it.
“D-Dex,” Your eyes flutter shut and the corner of Dex’s lip lifts at how broken your voice sounds. Yeah, he fuckin’ knew it. Knew you wanted him. Knew you were his.
“Yeah, that’s it,” He murmurs, letting his face drop closer to yours. His skin ripples with goosebumps as the tip of his nose ghosts along yours. He’d never been this close to you before. He could smell your sweat, your perfume, even your blood. His blood too, he realized, as he continued to finger you. “Just like that.”
Your face was contorting in pleasure, and Dex just about creamed his pants when you finally, finally, let a soft moan slip past your lips. Your hands were still on his shoulders, claws extended, and he grit his teeth as they continued to bite into his skin. He didn’t care though, didn’t care the way they’d likely scar his skin, especially since they were sinking into him because of he was making you feel good.
“Dex,” This time it was a sigh and he felt you lift your hips, meeting his gentle movements as he continued to work you open. He could feel your breath ghosting along his lips, his brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on your expression. Your eyes were screwed shut, brow scrunched, cheeks flushed-he had to make sure you felt good, that this was good, that this was perfect-
It had to be perfect.
He had to be perfect.
For you.
Dex’s grip in your hair tightened just a fraction, gently forcing your head back, exposing your throat. He watched your face contort in pleasure, mouth falling open once more, canines peeking past your lips.
Fuck.
His dick was straining against his pants, hips lifted above yours and aching for friction as he continued to touch you. He was still pumping his two middle fingers into you at a slower pace, gently curling them upwards and letting them drag along your walls as he pulled them out again, the fabric of his gloves proving to be an aid in your pleasure.
He needed to feel you. Fuck, he had to feel your fuckin’ cum on his hands, now.
Dex pulled himself from you for a moment, cursing himself when you mewled at the loss of contact, eyes flying open in confusion.
“W-wait,” You started, seemingly pulled from your reverie as Dex reached up to bite the fingers of his cum soaked gloves. He tore it from his hand with his teeth, letting it drop onto your chest before he was reaching back down between your thighs.
Still, it was like the trance had been broken.
“Wait, Dex-” Your voice was firmer this time, coherent, as your hands lifted from his shoulders. He was almost sad when your claws pulled away from the tender muscle. “This isn’t-”
You’d reached between the two of you to wrap your hands around his wrist, as if to stop him from touching you, but Dex’s bare hand was now smoothing up your thigh, his fingers gently smoothing along the seam of your pussy.
He heard the way your breath caught, felt the way your thighs tensed, and he hummed as he looked down at you. You looked fucked out and he’d barely even started.
“Isn’t what?” There was an edge to his voice as he spoke. He paused, pointer finger tapping lightly against your sensitive skin.
You were silent, eyes searching his, as if you were desperate to come up with anything. He saw your expression harden, saw the way your jaw set, recognized the defiant and fucking stubborn expression you always wore started to come back into play. Oh fuck no, not now, not when he finally had you. Not when he finally had you making real noises, unlike all those other guys.
He leaned forward until his nose was against yours, eyes half lidded as he stared down at you.
“Tell me this isn’t right,” He murmured, and you nearly shivered when his hair fell against your forehead as he spoke. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
Defiance and anger rose within you like untamed beasts, but you couldn’t help the way the terrible, awful ache in your gut and the wet, desperation in your cunt seemed to overrule everything within you.
Dex smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
He was pushing two, thick fingers back into you then, pride and hunger surging within him as he felt you gasp beneath him. The difference in texture as his bare fingers pumped in and out of you was euphoric, even more so for him. He could actually, finally, fucking feel your pussy and how wet you were as he continued to touch you, feel how tight and warm you were, and how your cum was soaking his palm.
Dex’s hand tightened in your hair as he forced your head back, exposing your neck to him as he pushed himself deeper. He kept the heel of his palm pressed snugly against your aching cunt, grinding it into you as he curled his fingers inside you. Your reaction was instant, a loud cry escaping you as your hands flew to his arms for grip. Dex hissed when your claws sank into his biceps, canines dragging along your throat as he began to work you towards your first orgasm.
“Look at you,” He sounded wrecked atop you. “Pretending you don’t want me. That you don’t need me.”
You were a mess beneath him now, thighs trembling, hips stuttering at his relentless pace continued, the onslaught of pleasure proving to be too much because no man had ever been able to touch you so well and so accurately. Soft, broken cries continued to escape you, pitiful whimpers, and fuck, his name sounded so good-
“Say it,” Dex’s face was suddenly above yours, his fingers curling, pushing, pulling. “Tell me you need me.”
Your brows drew together in confusion, cheeks flushed as you met his gaze. He looked borderline delirious, like a caged animal.
His thumb was suddenly pushing mean circles against your clit, grip tightening to a painful degree in your hair.
“Say it!” He snarled, and you felt hot, wet tears pool in your eyes at the overwhelming sensation.
“I-I need you!” It was broken, pathetic as you cried out. You were shaking, your impending orgasm creeping up within you in a way you’d never experienced before.
“Say my name when you say it,” Dex snapped and you cried out, tears spilling over your cheeks.
“Fuck, I need you, Dex! Dex, I need you, I need you, I need you-” You were delirious beneath him, crying out when you suddenly came all over his fingers. A long, low wail was pulled from you as Dex continued to work you through your orgasm, his pace brutal despite the way you were shaking beneath him.
Dex continued to pump his fingers into your fluttering cunt, only slowing when he realized you couldn’t handle it anymore. You were flushed, cheeks tear stained, and shaking beneath him. Dex couldn’t tear his eyes from your face, watching every shift and movement as you slowly came to. He still had two fingers tucked neatly into your soaking wet cunt, gently pulling his other hand free from your hair so he could run a thumb along your cheekbone.
You were slow to open your eyes, blinking softly up at him, warm despite the city air on the rooftop. Dex was staring down at you, pupils so wide it was startling, jaw working as he looked you over.
“What-what’re you-” Your voice was broken, exhausted as he slowly pulled his fingers free from you. You winced at the loss of contact, still feeling bleary and somewhat delirious as he gently dragged the soaking digits across your cheek bone. When he lifted his fingers up towards his face to inspect them in the dim light, they were pink with the mix of blood and cum. Dex regarded them for a moment before he was pressing them against his tongue. His eyes fell shut and he moaned softly, tongue swirling slowly, sinfully, around his thick fingers.
You swallowed loudly at the motion, pussy clenching softly despite having cum only moments before.
When Dex finally looked down at you again, it was predatory and dark.
Can you pleaseeeee add the read more button to your longer fics?😭 I reblogged the dex one last night and didn’t realize it didn’t have one and I don’t want to keep it in my reblogs and have to scroll through it every time🙃 (I’m hoping this didn’t come off as rude cause I swear I didn’t mean for it to lol)
wtf how?? also this wasn’t rude imo you good. It looks like that on my end?? help 👁️👄👁️
edit: I FIXED IT TY FOR LETTING ME KNOOOWWW. i only use the mobile app so it always says ‘see full post’. i’m sorry 😭😭
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the devil of hell’s kitchen saves your life. or, at least he looks like him
familiar ghosts | @thevillainswhore
How you thought you could end your relationship with Dex was a mystery to him. Didn’t you know he would always come back for you? Didn’t you know that you belonged to him?
only a touch from you will do | @/thevillainswhore
Dex always counts down the minutes until he’s home again. Until he can breathe again. Until he’s back in your arms again.
THE NIGHT WITCH | @poiindexters
trauma nurse by day, healer by night. you run a word of mouth clinic in the rougher burrows of nyc where anyone can seek out your services. and you somehow end up with a stray.
your boyfriend just wants to keep you safe. | @/poiindexters
hello neighbour | @kamesama
little things | @/kamesama
Imagine | @i-smoke-chapstick
Drabble | @/i-smoke-chapstick
Bubble Buddy | @wetpussyju1ce
silly!neighbour reader | @/wetpussyju1ce
Morning | @/wetpussyju1ce
Are you okay? | @ma-belle-evangeline
Dex’s girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out she’s just sick.
Why Don’t You Dance with Me? | @/ma-belle-evangeline
AVTF Have been crawling the streets. You lay unaligned with any specific party, but that doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods just yet.
NEW NORTH STAR | @maplesuckerr
in watching you and Matt at night, Dex discovers that maybe you can be the one to help him
LADY LUCK | @/maplesuckerr
I Just Wanna Be Right Where You Are | @joequiinn
You never knew when you’d see Dex again. But what you did know is that, without fail, he always came back to you eventually…
Chokehold | @marvelimaginesyesplease
Dex cares about you…maybe too much. What’s the harm in looking out for a friend though, right? Right…?
WORLD IN MY EYES | @deusexgirlfriend
YOU are an anonymous resistance hacker. DEX is a client. it should only be simple information drops from you to him, but the thing about vigilantes? none of them are simple.
DIGITAL BATH, part 2, part 3 | @/deusexgirlfriend
after publishing a passive-aggressive article about the avtf's aggression, you've been on the municipal government's (read: fisk's) shit list. your editor at the daily bugle tells you writing a series about the "unfortunate" task force killings will prove that you're unbiased and in support of the mayor. she thinks she’s doing you a solid with this assignment. you think it's her way of driving you insane. an avid reader of yours totally gets it.
right on the money | @twentytomidnight
Working for Norman Osborne brings you in contact with the craziest fucking people.
the offer | @chvoswxtch
due to your reputation as a renowned criminal psychiatrist, you're assigned to a difficult patient at riker's island. during a session, he makes an offer that tempts the boundaries of your professional curiosity.
locked between us | @/chvoswxtch
due to your reputation as a renowned criminal psychiatrist, you're assigned to a difficult patient at riker's island. during a session, he makes an offer that tempts the boundaries of your professional curiosity.
a bet | @/chvoswxtch
a handsome stranger makes a bet with you, and you're the prize.
WHO ARE YOU TONIGHT?, part 2 | @prettycriminologist
you've been playing detective with his past, only fair of him to do the same with you.
FUZZY | @monicfever
Dex spirals into a breakdown over a betrayal, but you ground him by keeping him inside you.
dont worry, he's one of the good guys | @phatdumpy
You witnessed something you weren’t meant to see and now it’s eating you alive. Avoiding Dex might prove to be your downfall, but maybe he can still be your protector?
no one else | @petitepetronas
youre dex's love, and he'll treat you as such, because there is no one else.
pizza and mishaps | @trulyumai
You have captured Poindexters' attention. Always, he waited for you, watched and listened for your arrival to the shared complex. This time, he caught you waiting in the snow for your delivery driver. And who was he to leave you all alone?
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