(smut) dbf! jack abbot- this is lowkey a wild ask so it's completely up to you if you want to write it or not but... like soft smut where reader is scared of pelvic floor exams. asked jack about pain with penetration and he said he'd examine them if they wanted that. time passes before reader finally agrees, jack coming over to their apartment- let's just say it ends with stubble burns against their thighs.
â I LOVE WILD ASKS please never ever be afraid to send âem i really loved this one.Â
As you had gotten older, you allowed your yearly pelvic exam to come and go. Sometimes you would get the courage to make the appointment and tell yourself this year youâre gonna do it. Youâre gonna face the music, anxiety be damned and go get checked out. Then as it inched closer and closer to the date you chicken out and cancel.
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You were beyond scared of getting one. You knew exactly why too, losing your virginity had not been nearly as fun as all your friends made it out to be, sex hurt. When you told your girlfriends this they looked at you a little funny and asked maybe he didnât do it right, it wasnât exactly supposed to be painful, not the whole time anyway. So you did a few experiments of your own, cause maybe they were right and the guy just i donât know did it wrong?
You bought a toy, a not too big but average to smaller sized dildo, online as going in store was too much to handle. And one night when your college roommates were out, you tried using it but it hurt just the same, you even tired just using your fingers but that wasnât much better. From then on for years, you avoided sex as much as you could. All subsequent boyfriends who managed to persuade you into it just told you it'd be âMuch better with me trust me babyâ and it never really was.Â
When you bring it up to one of your friends again, they point something out that you had been trying to avoid thinking of. âHey, isn't one of your dads friends a doctor or something? Why havenât you asked him about it?â oh that guy. Yeah the one you are kinda a little too attracted to whoâs not just your fathers friend but his best friend, who makes your brain short circuit each time he calls you sweetheart? That one. Yeah youâd rather not talk about how sex is painful to the older man, who is the closest person to your father. You just might have to though if you ever wanna actually enjoy sex in your life.Â
When you see Jack a few days later for your dads weekly dinner night he hosts, you manage to pull him away telling your dad itâs private girly medical related questions, he shuts up shortly after that.Â
âWhat's up kid you okay?â Jack asks, concern evident in his voice. You rarely asked him anything medical and he was a bit worried youâre about to ask him how long is it normal for a woman to go without getting her period. âHowâŠâ you squeak out. Oh god here it comes. Before you start again you clear your throat. âHow um common is, you know pain during sexâŠâ the word sex leaves your lips in a meek and quiet tone, Jack tries his best not to chuckle as to not embarrass you further, but heâs happy it's not the question he was expecting. âPretty common kid, at least the first timeâ he explains calmly, his casual demeanor easing your anxiety only a bit. âAnd how about every time?â
The idea of you having sex multiple times shouldn't be making Jack's chest ache the way it is, youâre a young beautiful girl after all, he tries telling himself itâs only cause itâs apparently painful and he cares for you. This time he straightens up a bit, âif the guys arenât being rough, it's less common, it shouldnât be every timeâ he watches as your eyes go a little wide and shake your head no in response to the first half of his statement. âHave you had an exam lately kid?â This is a purely professional question so it shouldnât feel as dirty as it does coming out of his mouth.
âI um normally cancel themâ Jack can only sigh out in a bit of frustration. âYou should really get them regularly sweetheartâ he misses the way your thighs lightly squeeze together at the use of the nickname. âIâm scared sâ all, anything going um inside hurts and doctors offices only make me more nervousâ you explain. He smooths a hand over your hair, sympathy lacing his voice. âitâs okay i donât mean to make you feel bad about it kid i swearâ âHow-â he stops himself, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was debating something in his head. âWhat?â you prompt, trying your hardest to not buckle at the knees from the way heâs practically petting your head. Physical touch is a quite rare thing between you too minus a few hugs on birthdays or pats on the back. âHow about I give you one?â oh sweet jesus that sounds wrong. He clears his throat, his face a little flush now at his own words but he doesnât backtrack. âIâm a doctor, that you know, so itâs less scaryâ âNo appointment needed if that makes you more comfortableâ as you are processing his words he continues on. âI could do it at your apartment, where ever you feel most comfortableâ
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Your throat shouldn't feel as dry as it does, but the idea of Jack examining your pussy makes your head spin and slick settle between your legs a little. Maybe you should just see a regular random doctor, not one you have a wildly inappropriate crush on. You leave him with a small âThank you, I'll think about itâ and run off with the excuse of using the bathroom. You leave before Jack that night without much of any goodbye to him, he tries not to dwell on it, he really hopes he didnât upset you.
You however dwell for days on Jackâs suggestion. Without the underlying nerves you feel because of being attracted to him, it is a good idea. Youâd feel far more comfortable, maybe too comfortable being examined by him rather than a doctor you hardly know. You donât bring it up to anyone as youâre too embarrassed but you think about it for days. When you get a reminder for the last gyno appointment you were brave enough to make, you cancel it without another thought and text Jack.Â
All he does is thumbs up your message but for the next few hours you are anxious as all hell while waiting for him to knock on your door. You had given yourself the time both to calm down but also clean your apartment. Even though he was literally coming over to give you a vaginal exam and wouldn't care what your place looked like, you wanted it to be neat. Even if this was going to be probably the weirdest event in your life to date.
You are startled out of your train of thought by a knock at the door, you glance at the clock â 3pm exactly. Damn older men and their punctuality or was it a doctor thing? Shaking your head you nervously make your way to open the door, greeting Jack with a little awkward wave. He chuckles softly, the sound calming you as you step back from the open door to invite him in. âItâll be alright, iâll be gentle kidâ his voice runs over your skin leaving behind goosebumps. You donât know what youâre more nervous over, the expected pain of the actual examination or, the idea of Jack's hands on you, his fingers in you.Â
Without wasting much time Jack settled into a semi professional but still comforting balance as he puts down the small bag of stuff he needs on the floor of your living room. You appreciate his effectiveness, as he tells you to sit on your couch facing him. You listen and watch as he sits on top of your coffee table. âThis will be a little awkward because we are here and not a hospital, so I don't have a few things sweetheartâ he starts to explain. âThe no gown wonât be too hard, you have a skirt on so if you could just take off your underwear i can have access without-â he paused a moment as if thinking âleaving you too indisposedâ the way he snaps a pair of blue latex gloves on shouldnât be making as wet as it is, fuck.Â
âCan-â you stutter out, your face hot but he seems to pick up on what youâre asking, nodding softly he turns his head away to give you some semblance of privacy. Bunching up your skirt you hook your fingers into the waistband of your slightly soaked panties and pull them down your legs. You kick them under the coffee table so theyâre out of sight and tap Jack on the shoulder, he shakes his head softly at your shyness before turning to face you again.Â
âPut your feet up either side of me on the table, wonât be the same as stirrups but close enoughâ tugging at the end of your skirt to cover yourself a bit more you do as he says and place your feet up flat on the low table. He adjusts them slightly, grabbing your foot one at a time and slides them a bit so they are more half off not so far back. âScooh more to the edge of the couch kid, lean back ân tilt your hips up a lil more fâ meâ the way you listen so well to Jack has him smiling softly at you and muttering out a small âAtta girlâÂ
He pressed lightly around on your abdomen through your shirt and skirt, eyes glued to your face gauging your reactions. âNo pain or tenderness when I do this, right?â when you shake your head no he stops. âMy hand is gonna go under your skirt for a second okay?â your face grows hotter and you nod, your voice has yet to find you again but so far nods are an effective enough communication with him. He reaches down between your legs but only presses around again, this time he is much closer to your pussy but he remains on the outside, pressing over the mound of it and on your pubic bone. âNo pain?â Once again your head shakes side to side. His hand pulls away, your eyes follow his movements as he reaches down to grab a small bottle out of his bag.
He holds it but doesnât do anything with it yet, his eyes find yours again âThis next part i have to put my fingers inside, that okay sweetheart?â you gulp softly, nodding yes slowly as your nervousness grows again. âThatâs the part that us- usually hurtsâ you explain in a small voice. Itâs Jack's turn to nod now, "Penetration?â you let out a âmhmâ in agreeance as he squeezes the clear substance onto his pointer finger. âThis is lube to make it easier and Iâll go slow, only one fingerâ his other hand reaches around your leg to touch the back of your calf, rubbing soothing lines up and down the muscle. âIf youâre relaxed it might not be as painfulâ he explains, waiting on your go ahead before reaching down under your skirt once again.Â
Pushing his lube coated index finger through your folds the tip of it finds your entrance, he gauges your face, when you nod again he proceeds by pushing it inside.Â
Your sharp intake of air makes him stop once only the first bend of his finger is inside. âCome on, relax fâ me sweetheartâ his low honey dipped voice makes your body go a bit lax, he inches his finger forward again and when you show no sign of pain he goes all the way til it's completely inside. âHowâs that kid?â he sounds as breathless as you feel but you try to ignore it. âA little painâ you squeak out. âGive it a second, relax and it might go awayâ
âDonât know how to relax moreâ you whine out, the sound going straight down Jackâs spine and up again, he shivers a bit and wills it away before it travels further south. âIâm gonna try somethingâŠdo you trust me sweetheart?â youâre already nodding again in response before he fully finishes his question.Â
Bringing his thumb up he parts the lips of your pussy til it finds your clit. You gasp out and slightly scare him, âThat hurt?â âNo no mâ sorry surprised me is allâ you mumble out, biting your lip to hold in any more noises from getting free, like an accidental moan. Jesus christ why did you think this was a good idea again? If you had to bet youâd say you were soaking his gloved finger, even with the sting you felt from it inside, it felt good at the same time. You never even reached this type of feeling with your own fingers.
His thumb on your clit presses down lightly and starts rubbing in circles, you let out a small little sigh that makes Jack smirk a bit. âThere you go honey, come onâ âUn-tense your shouldersâ your body listens almost instantaneously âGood girlâ you canât help the whimper that comes out at his words, he doesnât say anything in response. âFeel any better?â he prompts, his eyes remain on your face, no matter how bad he wants to peek under your skirt to watch the way your little bud twitches under his touch. âMhmm a bitâ you answer softly, trying to push away the odd feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.Â
âCan I put in another finger, weâll see how that feels?â he whispers, he definitely has enough information that he thinks he knows whatâs wrong already but you donât need to know that. âYeahâ you pant out, shaking your head a little too eagerly, if Jack notices he doesnât say a word. With ease his middle slips in alongside his pointer, his thumb still circling your clit. âNo pain honey?â the motion of your head once again answers his question. âWanna try something elseâŠcan I move my fingers sweetheart?âÂ
âPleaseâ you plead, head to fuzzy to care how desperate you sound. Slowly pulling his fingers back he watches your face as he pistons them back in, repeating the motion. âThat feel good?â âMhm no pain, fuck! feels really goodâ you whine out, your hips now bucking up against his fingers. He speeds up, still waiting to see if it hurts or if you stop him. âJackâ you moan out, his cock throbs in response.Â
âYeah kid?â âNeed- Mmâ you cut yourself off, pinching your lips in a line and tilting your head back. âNuh-uh come on honey, tell me what yaâ needâ he prompts, curling his fingers up to hit a different spot inside you that has you letting out a pornographic noise you didnât know you were even capable of. âNeed-â you huff out, before he stops you âLook at me when you say it, come on kidâ âUse your wordsâ
Lifting your head you look into Jackâs eyes, his breath hitches at the sight of your glazed over lust filled eyes, batting your eyelashes you start again. âNeed moreâ you sob. His stomach just about hurts now from how hard he is in his jeans that feels all too tight. âYeah? What more honey? Another finger or something else?â he asks, consciences be damned heâs not gonna leave you hanging even if your old man would fucking kill him if he ever found out about this. âSomethinâ else pleaseâ you whine, not even knowing what more you want. Jack however seems to when he takes his free hand off your calf and lifts your skirt, his head ducking under it. His fingers donât stop positioning in and out of your slick cunt even if you squeal a bit at his motion. The noise morphs into a moan, your body melting into the couch when his warm tongue pokes out and makes contact with your pussy, licking at your pussy. âStill feel good kid?â he mumbles out, before his thumb leaves your bundle of nerves only to be replaced by his mouth as he sucks at it.Â
âYeah- Yeah feels sâ goodâ you breathe out, letting go of your skirt, he grabs at your one leg, lifting your foot off the table placing it over his shoulder, prompting you to do the same with your other before his fingers slip out of your pussy.Â
You whine at the loss, âJackkkâ making him chuckle softly against you. âHang on sweetheartâ he coos as he uses both hands to grab at your hips, pulling you up and half way off the couch to get you closer to his mouth, lapping at you hard splitting your folds with his pointed tongue before sucking at your clit. âAh- Ahhh ooh fuckâ you wail out, your hands frantic to steady yourself. One finding purchase on his shoulder before sliding down his back under his shirt where your nails scratch at his skin. The other holding on for dear life to the edge of your couch cushion, your legs tighten a bit around his head.Â
âHoly shitâ you whisper out in breathless disbelief, the odd feeling from before coming back to quickly build in the pit of your stomach. Jack's large hands cupping your waist squeeze at your flesh, as he shakes his head side to side a little, flattening his tongue against you. Your thighs burn a bit at the friction of his stubbly face rubbing against them. He moves back to harshly sucking at your clit, your pussy and his mouth coated in his spit as he practically slurps at your juices.
âHuu- shitâ âWait wait! Jack- mhm feels like mâ gonna peeâ you try pushing at his head to stop him, even if you desperately didnât want his mouth off you. That feeling in your stomach was teetering on the edge. âYaâ donât have to pee sweetheart, thatâs a orgasm you feelâ he grumbles out, the explain making your hand ease up from pushing instead it rakes through his curls âSâ okay cum for me kidâÂ
âPromse sâ okayâ you whine out, staring down at his head between your legs. âYeah, you can do itâ âcum fâ me itâs okay honeyâ "Promise itâll feel good, no painâ his reassure is all you need to let your high wash over you, legs shaking on his shoulders, âThere we go, fuckâ he moans out. Your back arching as you cum on his tongue with a loud wanton moan filling your apartment coupled with his praise, âAtta girl, sweetheartâ âSuch a good girl fâ meâ he laps at your cum. âTaste so fucking sweet, like i knew yaâ wouldâ he mumbles out, that one you think was meant more for himself. Â
Managing to reluctantly pull his head from between your soft thighs, Jack used his hold on your hips to place your body back onto the couch. You stare at him wide eyed when you notice his face all wet, covered in you. âGot somethinâ on my face kid?â you nod meekly. He chuckles and pinches at the collar of his shirt to bring it up and wipe at his mouth. âNo pain after?â he asks. âNo, never done that beforeâ you whisper out, flicking your head down to where your skirt now covered your puffy but satisfied pussy.Â
âJust needed an older man huh sweetheart, help yaâ relax a little and the pain melts awayâ he states, reaching down to rub at your knee. âFucking little boysâ he tsks but your eyes are glued to the large bulge in between his thick thighs. Youâd have to be extra relaxed to take that monster onâŠ
â would the position jack eats you out in, be at all comfortable for that old man's back? fuck no and lowkey itâs a hard to physically imagine it but jackâs strong sâ fineeeee i got a little too lost in sauce when writing clearly oopsâŠthis was also only like half proofread.
dex isnât usually into porn , doesnât find much help in it but that doesnât mean he wonât scroll on a website once in a moon to look for something delectable . most of the time he never finds anything good , not until one long day of . . . well whatever he does for a living when he came across a certain page that somehow intrigued him
he didnât really know why but he would assume it was the same reason all the other older men watched your videos all the damn time . maybe it was the tone of your voice , the sweet moans you let out whenever you reached your supposed peak . it was definitely your voice , he had to resort to that since you never showed your face and somehow it made him even more worked up , your voice that is
dex would watch your videos non - stop , once and a while send an anonymous load of money but he never asked for anything , he didnât send money to get a personal video or even a picture for that matter , he just sent money . . . thatâs only because dex had other plans
what kind of man would he be if he didnât spend hours on end memorizing your voice ?? the whimpers you let out , the ragged breaths , the soft moans , everything . he would pay attention to your room , making out the small details on the wall a camgirl wouldnât be bothered to take down . itâs not like an ex fbi detective is watching her videos right ? ??
by the next week dex knew almost everything basic about you . your name , where you live , the school you attend , the people you hang out with regularly , even the places you buy your clothes at . he also has your schedule figured out , your routines on the days you donât post or go live , and the routines on the days you do . everything . and then dex was getting bolder as the days rolled by
heâd start to send you money , this time with his full name plastered on it , lingering around you at cafe , following you everywhere , even purposefully bumping into you just so he can say a simple â sorry â . he would buy you new sets for your videos , new clothes and a bunch of things he knows you like and leave them on your doorstep with no note or even a card , he would watch your videos and get extremely hard when you would wear something he got you and give thanks to the mysterious man that happened to me him
he would find himself getting closer to you , more â accidental â meetings in dinner spots or around your campus , a campus heâs never been too but claims he graduated from . he would even now pay for personal videos of you moaning his name so eagerly while abusing your pussy with a vibrator . a picture here and there of your breasts or your ass , or even just an outfit he definitely saw you wearing only three hours ago
and you gave it all to him , because he sent you soooo much money and what better way to repay him than by giving him a little extra . but itâs not just that , itâs the thought of him , you have no idea what he looks like , what he sounds like but the thought of him riles you up . the thought of you passing by him almost every day , unbeknownst to you that itâs actually happening , and he recognizes you . and the things he texts you back like the million praises after a video of your fingers clenching around your soaked pussy moaning â dex â a thousand times and pleading for him , just makes you want this mystery man even more . . .
dads best friend bascolm finally getting his dirty hands on you <3
mdni 18+
warnings: age gap (legal of course), oral (f receiving), use of kiddo, pervy!bascolm, he lowkey cums on your panties, probably a little ooc, he calls reader dolly, i believe thatâs all!
It was tradition at this point, going to the mountain house during the summer that your dad grew up in. You knew youâve changed over the winter, and frankly you were excited to see Bascolm. Youâve always thought he was attractive but now that youâre in your early twenties youâve noticed his gaze lingering sometimes, and it gets your heart going in your chest.
When you arrive at the house, you instantly exit the car, grabbing your bags from the trunk as your dad helps you. When you round the car you see him. On the porch. Heâs smiling down at you both, sexy as ever. You smile back at him and wave shyly. When he makes his way down to you he gives your dad a long hug, patting him on the back in greeting.
Then, heâs looking over at you and smirking, pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. You speak up with a sly smile âHi Bascolmâ you study his gaze, itâs dropping down your body swiftly, if you werenât looking you wouldnât have noticed, but you did. âHi sweetheartâ he chuckles back, moving to give you a side hug, kissing the top of your head quickly before grabbing some of your bags and helping carry them inside.
You settle for the room upstairs, with a full size bed and a weird taxidermy deer hanging on the wall youâll be trying to ignore all summer. You set your bags down on the bed just as Bascolm come in, setting the bags of yours he helped with next to the ones you just sat down. âAll set?â He grunts a little leaning down before straightening up, stretching his back. You nod and smile sweetly at him. âYes, thanks for helping meâ you look at him.
He nods and waves you off âDonât mention itâ he drawls before heâs giving you a wink, leaving the room and closing the door. Youâre left lying back on the bed, biting your bottom lip thinking about the long summer youâve got ahead. The drive up here was long, and being cramped in the back of the car with your bags didnât make for the best bed, so youâre tired, deciding to take a nap until dinner tonight.
When you come to, itâs dark outside, and the curtains are blowing in the cool night air. You rub your eyes a little and get up, moving to close the window. You can hear people moving around downstairs and figure itâs about time to eat. Changing quickly and brushing out your hair you exit your room rushingly, but as soon as you leave you bump into something, or more someone.
You look up and are met with Bascolms smirk, his hand running through his beard swiftly as you swallow at the closeness. âShit, sorryâ you chuckle awkwardly, stepping back a little only to be met by his hand moving behind your head, protecting you from bumping into the large wooden door. A little embarrassed you feel your cheeks pinking âWo-ahoahâ he chuckles lightly, âlittle clumsy thing ainât yaâ?â He smiles, finally taking a step back from you, eyes dragging over your body.
âSorryâ you shake your head, giggling embarrassed again. âThatâs alrightâ he nods. âWas coming to get you for dinner.â You nod and smile, moving to follow him downstairs. Dinner goes fine, everyone talking about what theyâve been up to, how your schooling is going, Bascolm mentions how youâre growing up on everyone, it makes your cheeks blush.
After everyone eats you excuse yourself for a shower, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom. Your showers nice, you try not to think about how it faintly smells like Bascolms body wash, that woodsy minty smell that hits you every time you hug him. You finish up and step out, attempting to grab all your clothes youâd just had on and start walking back to your room.
On your way, you pass Bascolm, heâs got a towel in his hand and gives you a swift nod before disappearing into the still steamy room. You shrug it off and go to your own. After getting changed, combing out your hair, and applying your lotion you settle on your bed. You start scrolling on your phone quietly, probably wonât be sleeping for a while due to your long nap earlier.
After about 20 minutes of quietness thereâs a soft knock at your door, figuring itâs your dad wanting to say goodnight you hop up, opening it, only to be met by him. âOh, hey whatâs up?â You ask looking up at him, his curls are wet and he smells like the fucking body wash that was in there.
He smiles and holds his hand up, and dangling between his fingers are none other than your worn panties you had on today. âThink yaâ forgot these.â He drawls lowly, looking at you closely. Your face drops, along with your stomach. Instantly grabbing them out of his hand and holding them behind your back like that made a difference now. âOh my God, Iâm sorry, I thought I grabbed everything-.â He takes a step forward into your room, cutting you off.
âWell thatâs alrightâ he smiles, shaking his head and looking down at you, taking you in like this. âJust thought Iâd return em to their rightful placeâ he smirks, peeking at your hands that are clenched around them, pressed into your back. âThank you.â You nod, trying to to avoid his gaze. âYer welcomeâ he chuckles lightly, finally stepping back, but looking at you once more. âGoodnight kiddo.â Then heâs gone, footsteps fading down the stairs.
You shut the door and sigh, the heel of your empty palm pressing into your eyes. You finally look at the panties youâd left, theyâre nothing special, just black cotton with lacey elastic. ButâŠlooking closer, somethingâs on them. Your eyebrows furrow as you lift them closer to see better, something white and stiffening by the second sits on them. You figure you or him may have spilled some body wash or shampoo on them and toss them into the pile of your dirty clothes, shaking your head in disbelief.
The next few days nothing really happens, you actually try to avoid Bascolm for the most part, figuring if youâre not near him you cant embarrass yourself. But now, as youâre walking back up to the house you notice your dadâs cars gone. You tilt your head a little in confusion as you head inside. âDad!â You call out, wondering what heâs doing. Instead of your dad coming down the stairs itâs Bascolm.
âHey kiddo, your dad went to town, had to pick up some groceries.â He says, making you nod in response, moving to sit on the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen. After a while he joins you, plopping down next to you on the couch. You figure youâd ask while heâs here âHey, the other night did you like, spill body wash on my underwear? I washed them today and it didnât come out.â You shift your lips in confusion, watching him.
He thinks for a moment before his eyes meet yours âNope.â He says bluntly. Eyes trained on yours. You werenât expecting that, you were expecting him to say, âmaybe, sorryâ but not just plain âno.â You raise an eyebrow âHm, thatâs weird it just wonât come out.â You bite your nails in thought âdo you have any idea what it could be?â You ask, maybe if you know itâll come out easier.
âItâs cum.â
Your head snaps to meet his gaze, face scrunched in disbelief. His is neutral, like what he said was completely normal, like youâre had this discussion a thousand times. âWhat?â You bark in a weird, nervous laugh, surely you didnât hear him right??? He shrugs, leaning in closer and lowering his voice to a low murmured drawl, âItâs, my, cum.â he says slowly, eyes trained on yours.
Youâre speechless and frozen from your spot on the couch, mouth hanging open. He chuckles lowly and lifts his hand, pushing the bottom of your chin lightly to shut your mouth. Then his thumb trails across your bottom lip slowly, rubbing it in a little circle before he hums and pulls it back to his lap, adjusting his pants right there in front of you. âAinât stupid.â He shrugs âI see the way you look at me.â He smirks, gauging your reaction.
âBascolm,â you let out a breath, genuinely at a loss for words. âI donât, I donât know what to say.â You say lowly, shyly, eyes trained on your lap. âDonât gotta say anything dolly,â he leans in, brushing hair out of your face before cupping the side of it and turning your head so you look at him. âJust nod if you want poor olâ Bascolmâ he drawls, scooting closer on the couch to you.
You nod instantly, the feeling of his hand rubbing the side of your face before fisting in your hair, smashing hips lips to yours heavily. He groaned into your mouth as you whimper softly, before heâs hoisting you up around his waist and taking you upstairs to your room, kissing you and hands squeezing at your ass.
When he lays you down on you bed he moves to kiss down your neck, and is pulling at your shirt. âBeen wanting you for a while-fuck dolly.â He says when you slip your shirt off with a heavy exhale, only left in your bra and some shorts, he moves to kiss down your chest and stomach, clipping your bra off instantly and rolling your pebbled nipples in his rough calloused fingers as he kisses down your stomach.
He moves and bites your shorts elastic before dragging it down with his teeth, youâve got absolutely nothing on underneath them. He growls when he realizes this, lifting your thighs up and dropping his head to the back of one, almost as if the sight of you has made him weak. He lets out a couple shaky breaths against your skin before heâs spreading your legs with his hands, arms moving to your tits again as he kisses the inside of your thighs.
He watches your pretty face move and bite your lip while watching him. You can feel his moving beard against you as he kisses, and then, heâs latching onto you. His lips wrapping around your puffed up clit, fingers shoving inside your entrance. Youâre arching your back off the mattress, hips grinding up into his face as your hands pull on his curls as he works you with his mouth.
The sounds that are coming from the room are filthy. Slurping sounds from him coming from between your legs, creaking of the bed as you grind your cunt against his mouth, your moans and whimpers filling the air. A few moans and curses slip from Bascolm as he works you. His fingers are curling just right, his tounge flicking against your button, youâre getting close.
âBasc, oh fuck- Mâ gonna come.â Youâre planting out, one of your hands moving to massage your breast. He nods against you, not removing his mouth, heâs like a leach to you. He speeds up his actions, beard rubbing the insides of your thighs raw. As you release on his face with a loud moan and arch of your back you can feel his teeth as he smiles against your sopping pussy.
He works you through your orgasm, talking you through it with a couple âdoinâ so good, so good dolly.â. When youâve come down, hands slipping out of his hair and laying beside you, chest heaving, you both hear tires crunching against the gravel outside. You sit up instantly, heâs moving off you with a chuckle, grabbing your shirt and throwing it at you and pulling your shorts back on you gently. He presses a quick kiss against your tummy before moving to kiss you deeply to the mouth. You can still taste yourself on his before heâs pulling back and disappearing out of the room.
Soon enough you hear your dadâs voice, with the shuffling of grocery bags and you sigh, falling back against your pillows, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
Dex "denying" readers advances bc he's anxious/afraid (of rejection) but his obvious hard on gives it away what he wants.... like they say the mouth can lie but a hard cock would never!
stay away (ben poindexter x reader)
thank you for the most fire request, hope i did it justice :,)
warnings?: fbi dex, tension, angst, dex is hard, age gap.
heâs leaning against the kitchen counter, hands gripped so tightly on the granite that his knuckles are completely white, and his entire body is stiff. youâre standing less than an inch away from him, your front almost flush against him.
âyou need to move,â he grunts, voice incredibly low, and forced through his clenched teeth. he won't look at you, his eyes are locked onto the wall just above your shoulder. âiâm telling you, go back to bedâŠ.this is not- i donât want thisâ.
itâs a lie. itâs a massive, desperate lie, and you both know it.
dex is terrified. he is so convinced that if he lets his guard down, if he lets you touch the ugly, messy, fractured parts of him, youâll see right through the perfect structure he forces himself to maintain and you'll run. heâs rejecting you first because the thought of you rejecting him later makes him feel like heâs actually going to lose his mind.
âlook at me and say it,â you whisper, stepping closer, your knees slotting between his.
he lets out a sharp, ragged breath through his nose, his hands twitching on the counter but he refuses to touch you. âi donât want you,â heâs trying so hard to sound cold, âi don't. just get away from me.â
but his body is a traitor.
while his mouth is throwing out cold rejections, his hips are trapped against yours, and there is no hiding the thick, heavy, unyielding ridge pressed hard against your lower stomach. itâs furious and pulsing.
you let out a soft, breathless laugh, looking down at his groin and then back up to his face. you slowly slide your hands up his chest, feeling the frantic, terrifying speed of his heartbeat.
"your mouth can lie all it wants, dex," you murmur, tilting your hips forward just a fraction of an inch, deliberately grinding yourself against the thick length of him.
his eyes instantly snap down to yours. they are dark, wild, and absolutely swimming with panic. his hands fly off the counter and grip your wrists, his hold tight enough to bruise, trying to push you back, trying to force some distance between you.
âstop. you donât know what youâre getting into. get too close andâŠyouâll see the reality and leave.â he gets out, his voice cracking, the structured facade totally fracturing. heâs shaking now.
despite his hands holding your wrists to keep you back, his lower body instinctively twitches forward, seeking the contact again, helpless against the craving.
âiâm not going anywhere, you idiot,â you whisper fiercely, pulling your wrists from his grip and instead wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down. you press yourself entirely against him, letting him feel how much you want him, how ready you are for him. âlook at what you do to me. look at how much i want you. please, dex.â
hearing your voice break, feeling the undeniable reality of your body melting into his, completely breaks the last circuit in his brain.
with a low, defeated growl that sounds almost painful, his control snaps. his hands slam into your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he violently hauls you up against him, lifting you slightly so his hard cock slides perfectly into the crease of your thighs. he buries his face in your neck, biting down softly on the skin there as he grinds his hips forward with a desperate, heavy thrust that has you crying out.
âgod,â he gasps against your skin, his body trembling violently as he completely gives up the fight, his hips moving against you in a needy, bruising rhythm. âdonât leave. donât leave me.â
