Working Out: Dex coming home horned up after a workout.
The Whetstone: Dex kills someone for you. You deal with it.
A Bet: A handsome stranger makes a bet with you, and you're the prize.
Wet Spots Guide: Pure smut with Dex.
Only A Touch From You Will Do: Dex always counts down the minutes until he’s home again. Until he can breathe again. Until he’s back in your arms again.
Are You Okay: Dex’s girl fails to text him and sends him into a spiralling mess. Turns out she’s just sick.
Intrusive Thoughts: A bit of Dex's sadism shows through despite his best efforts.
The Offer: 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.
Cry For Me: Edging Dex until he breaks LETS GOOOOO
Bad Idea: You wake up one night to a familiar knocking on your window.
I Can See You: You should’ve known Dex would have unusual ways of keeping an eye on you.
Just A Joke, Right: You ragebait Dex for fun.
Pretty Privilege: The start of yours and Dex’s relationship.
Random Blurbs
Dex is a munch
Benjamin Poindexter is big, needy, and pathetic
Benjamin Poindexter as your boyfriend
Dex who will absolutely perish if he doesn’t eat you out
Jealous FBI Dex
“there, eggsy.” you murmur, your thumb stroking his jaw as you make him face the large mirror in front of you two. “look.”
your command seems to have no effect on eggsy, his hands fisted in the sheets, drool dripping down his chin, glasses sliding down his nose. his eyes were hooded, hazy. he was compliant, yes, but he did not look in the mirror. he was staring off into nothingness, mouth agape as soft little sighs left his mouth. his thighs were trembling as he did his best to hold himself up on all fours. you had stopped fucking eggsy momentarily just to make him watch himself in the mirror.
“eyes up,” you order quietly, leaning over eggsy’s beautiful back, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear. “come on.” the soft encouragement makes eggsy’s already mushy brain melt, but it works. he blinks, a shaky sigh making his chest heave. when he recovered, his eyes flitted up to the mirror. the first thing he noticed? himself. flushed. sweaty. glasses foggy. fucked out of his damn mind. then, he made eye contact with you through the mirror. he whined at the sight. fuck, you were big. towering over him like that. the smile on your face, the way you glistened. the possessive grip you had on his hip. he nearly came right then and there.
“you see that?” you murmur, sliding your cock back in with relative ease. he gritted his teeth and slumped forward with the thrust, eyebrows stitched together. “see how well you take my cock, eggsy?”
“bl—bloody hell.” his voice came out in a whisper, broken. his eyes shut tightly as he threw his head down resting his chin on the mattress. “nun’ of that.” you speak, slipping a hand into his hair and pulling it up. eggsy winced, both from the stinging on his scalp and from the fact that you bottomed out but didn’t move. “open your eyes. watch.”
your words were simple. straight to the point. eggsy cursed under his nose, eyes blinking open, his facial expression pained. “attaboy.” you praise as you start thrusting in and out of him slowly, watching through the mirror as his mouth fell open in a soundless gasp. eggsy shifted on the bed, moving his arms to make himself more comfortable. you made sure to keep a tight grip on his hair, holding his head up so he could watch.
“keep ‘em open, darlin’,” you warn him, giving him a particularly deep and slow thrust, making eggsy keen. yet, he pushed his hips back to meet your thrusts. how many rounds has it been, you lost count. but eggsy doesn’t seem to mind. he watched the way drool slipped past his lips and onto his chin, making it shine in the dim light. a sudden, harsh thrust had him collapsing forward with a deep moan. though you stopped him by your hold on his locks. “pl..pleasuh..” he whispered the word and then repeated it over and over again, his eyes glassy.
“if i see you look away, you know what’ll happen. i’ll stop. i’ll stop and you won’t get what you want.”
eggsy practically sobbed at your words, eyes widening a fraction. he shook his head, the action barely noticable. an amused grin adorned your features as you sped up your pace, your thrusts hitting deep inside him. his gummy walls enveloped you perfectly. at this point you might’ve thought his hole was in the shape of your cock, which wouldn’t be much of a surprise considering how damn desperate he is for it.
a litany of moans and gasps were tumbling out of eggsy’s mouth as you fucked into him, his cock—angry and weeping—oozed precum out onto the bedsheets. you didn’t touch his dick once. every time he came? he came untouched. most friction that he had was when his cock was rubbing up against the sheets.
he watched himself get fucked, his eyes stinging more and more with each brush of your tip against his prostate. it didn’t take long for him to get overstimulated, again. you could tell by the way his lips trembled and his noises were soundless—just mouth open, moving as if he was being loud, but he wasn’t.
he proved you right when his hips retracted forward, away from your cock. his eyes flickered and he wanted to close them, but eggsy held himself. “yeah, that’s what i thought.” you murmur, pressing an opened-mouth kiss to the nape of his neck. his body trembled, his hand shooting up to grasp at your wrist when you moved to hold him up by the front of his neck instead.
you felt him swallow hard underneath your palm. you saw him arch his back. “one more, babe? gimme one more. you can take it. you can take it for me.” and the moment those words leave your lips, eggsy’s body locks up and he cums with a loud, strangled noise, now depending completely on you to hold him up. you do, of course. and you fuck him through his nth orgasm, this time not slowing down. oh shit.
“w—w..wait. wait-” eggsy’s accent is even thicker as he speaks, words so slurred you could barely make them out. you pull him up, your fingers tightening around his neck, your chest now flush to his back. “waih— ah! mmhh-mm!—” his voice is wobbly, raspy, both of his hands digging into your skin—one on your forearm now, the other behind his back, on your hip. his grip is tight, almost bruising.
eggsy weakly pushes at your hip as he bites his bottom lip, still watching himself in the mirror. he swears his face is now a deeper red, purely from the embarrassment he is feeling by looking at himself get destroyed. “take it, sweetheart.” you mutter, your pointer finger brushing against his jaw as a broken noise, half whimper, half grunt, rips itself out of his throat. “lemme fuck you deep.”
your dirty words have eggsy throbbing and twitching again, even if he just came. his back is still arched and he still is trying to form a coherent sentence, to tell you to slow down, to tell you that it’s too much. but he doesn’t have the heart to when your forearm wraps around his neck, locking him in place. your bicep is pressed to his cheek and well.. the sight.. the size difference? it shut him up. even if he was aching all over, he couldn’t bring himself to actually pull away. he loved how big you were. and in reality? he would never get enough of your cock.
eggsy’s mouth found your bicep, mindlessly but slowly mouthing at it as he watched you in the mirror instead. he loved this. being so overstimulated, praised, being made to take you. even as he moaned helplessly, whimpering with each deeper thrust, even when his abdomen tensed, even when he was drooling like a fucking whore onto your arm.. he wanted to stay in your arms forever. he was right where he wanted to be.
this photo is insane to me because it looks exactly like Gi-hun eventually joining In-ho’s side and both of them becoming Front Men who run the game together. the power this photo radiates is insane.
