one of the many pleasures in dex's life is eating you out.
he'll get you naked, lay you softly on the bed... tease you without mercy, covering you in marks and coating your nipples in his spit. he could easily get off on the sounds you make. he positions himself carefully between your legs so you can't buck your hips against him or push your thighs together for some sort of relief. he just can't bring himself to let you when he's so enthralled by the noises you can't help but make. he wants you trembling, crying underneath him.
and finally, finally when he's had enough of that he traces his lips down your stomach, his big and broad shoulders shoving your legs impossibly far apart.
his rough hands bring your thighs to rest on his shoulders, posed on your ass to hold your cunt against him when you inevitably squirm. dex blows cold air onto your wet cunt, relishing in your frustrated groan and whines. then his lips are pressed against you, slowly tasting you until he can't get enough and he growls, devouring you whole. he could get off on the way your thighs flex around his head, too. he could easily suffocate here if you let him. dex can stay between your thighs for hours, getting you off over and over again until your voice is hoarse and you're seeing stars. until there's no tears left to cry.
you can never guess how long he'll stay down there, but you always know what to expect when he's groaning against your clit, teeth grazing you. he'll have you on your stomach, big hand pushing the small of your back into the mattress and the other gripping your hair and tugging. then he's pushing into you, a dark rumble resonating through his chest. dex kisses your back, shoulder, neck, cheek, hoarsely whispering sweet nothings into your ear. praising how well you're doing for him, how good you are to him, how perfectly you take him. tears spill down your face and he licks the salt from your cheek. he'll cum inside you without warning, rutting harshly into you, his forehead falling to rest on your shoulder blade.
dex treats you softly after. he placates you with water, pulls you against him, pushing your sweaty hair back and out of your "pretty face." he'll lull you to sleep, his rough, deep voice praising you and leaving gentle kisses to the top of your head.
i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp
DEX’S ARMS are so muscular and veiny you’re forced to develop an arm kink because just look at them ! during sex, his meaty biceps are your favourite thing to grip on because they’re just so hard to the touch. you figure that dex also enjoys when you stroke your fingernails up and down his arm or dig into his skin as you notice a sexy smirk plaster on his lips. he’d have to be completely brainless not to catch onto your eyes linger at the size of his arms, so he does his part and flexes whenever you grab onto them. sometimes — when dex’s feeling extra and hitting it from behind — he’ll have you rest your back against his chest with a bicep wrapped around your neck. then ever so nicely, he applies pressure; choking you till you’re left breathless and begging for more…
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, obsession / possession, stalking, manhandling, size kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mention of f. masturbation, mention of crying (reader), reader is clueless.
benjamin knew he had to have you in every way from the moment his calculating eyes fell on you. you’re everything he isn’t. you’re sweet, you’re precious and innocent to a devastating fault. it almost makes him sick. faithfully, he took his time figuring you out. there’s nothing wrong with him watching you from a safe distance as long as it doesn’t get out of hand— that’s what he told himself as he memorized your routines, your tiny habits and mannerisms, the things in your life that alter your moods … all with the intention of getting to know you better.
months of preparation for when he finally gets close to you.
it wasn’t easy. you were skeptical that first time you met. maybe it was because you were clinging to an unsettling feeling. the feeling of being watched everywhere you went, whether it was day or night. it was enough to make you install a dead bolt on your door. he remembers catching a glimpse of it through your window. he scoffed, mostly because he was endeared by the fact you thought it made a difference.
he’d end up getting past those locks, anyway. time and time again.
like after your fourth date, when you invite him in and something about the way you purr your words tells him it’s not just for rosé flavored kisses and heavy petting or getting handsy on your couch. it doesn’t truly hit him until you’re pulling him into your bedroom with breathy giggles falling from your lips in between kisses. he’s nervous, a little fidgety as his deft fingers mess with the zipper on your dress— you’d never be able to tell by the grin that’s spread over his features. or the way he squeezes your waist with his big hands in the next second, muffling the mewl that falls from your swollen lips with his own.
you’re on your back and at his mercy in record timing. all it took was some tossing you around until you met your mattress with a soft sound. your dress is discarded, thrown to the floor along with your lacy panties and the delicate bra that matches. he’s careful not to tear anything no matter how badly he wants to let those urges take control for a brief moment. you can’t see that side of him yet.
the side you can see, however, is how attentive he can be while he has you folded up under him. while you’re gasping and whimpering and his hands are tucked under your knees, keeping your thighs spread wide and your pretty cunt on display for when he finally sinks in. you gasp in sync, and benjamin swears he’s never been closer to true salvation.
he wishes you both weren’t so desperate for it. he wishes he could take the time to press his face between your legs, kissing and sucking on your sensitive clit in earnest until you’re hiccuping for him to stop. he’s thought about it countless times, both on his own and while watching you play with yourself through your frilly curtains. whether it was your clumsy fingers rubbing yourself stupid or a pillow you decided to hump on, he’s seen it all. he’s thought about it all. and much like you, he’s thought about how no amount of finger fucking yourself to thoughts of him after your little dates could have prepared you to take him.
“look at that. y’did so good, angel girl— even after all that whining and crying,” he croons, running a rough hand down the length of your tummy as if he can feel himself under your tender flesh. he presses, just enough to make you gasp once more and whine. you can feel him right there, like the weight of him is resting in your stomach. his gaze finally trails upwards, he breaks it away from where his cock pushes inside your soft, messy cunt and meets your dazed eyes instead. “but i think she wants more, huh? wants to be stuffed real good, yeah?”
he knows you don’t have the strength to respond fully. broken pleas and feverish nodding is all you can manage before he coos down at you and allows his hands to slip to the backs of your thighs. he feels your dewy skin as his fingers sink in for leverage, he rears his hips back before they twitch forward and chase after the silky, heated vice that your sweet pussy seems to be. yeah, he picked the perfect girl.
“fuckin’ made for me, you were made to take this cock,” he grunts out, peering down at you while you lose yourself little by little. pathetic sounds fall from your lips freely and he’s quick to shush you, leaning over your dizzy and manhandled form entirely as he speaks right above your spit slick lips. the words that leave his mouth send you into a frenzy— “i knew you were all mine from the second i saw you.”
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