laying on someone's lap while they JUST finger your mouth. like nothing else. you sometimes gag on them, sometimes just swirl your tongue around them but this simple thing as sucking on their fingers has gotten you so embarrassingly soaking wet and leaky
and to make up for his erectile dysfunction, he has soooo much cum. whenever he fills you up, you're full Full. if he finishes down your throat, you're at the verge of choking on him. so much cum... and he loves to smear it around your face, play with it in your mouth, swirl it around your teeth and gums, and if he finishes in your cunt he will stuff it back into you with his finger. and while he's at it he makes sure to force a little in your butt too because it makes him dizzy to know he's got his seed in all of your little holes <3
This is so Dex coded like just imagine him setting down his things well ur sat up in bed and he’s explaining why you need to be punished cuz u mouthed off to him earlier
𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁ dex is your dentist, blow job, deepthroating, face fucking, cum in mouth, praise, degradation, fingers in mouth, bruising the back of your throat, sexual activity in a medical setting, cumplay
“open wide”
the gentleness in his tone did nothing to ease the ache between your thighs. you’d been trying so hard not to think about it. but how could you, when your ridiculously attractive dentist had his gloved fingers in your mouth and is calmly talking you through every step?
he gently stretched the corner of your mouth, examining each tooth carefully. “no cavities. good girl.”
you nearly choked on nothing. the words slipped from him so naturally. low. sweet. his attention never left your mouth, as though he hadn’t realised what he’d just said.
then he tilted your chin slightly and examined your palate. his eyes paused. just for a second. a faint dark patch on the back of your throat.
he didn’t comment. he simply finished the examination in silence, made a note on his tablet, and stepped back. took his mask off. handsome. really handsome. he went to you again. “sit up.” his voice was a lot firmer now, for reasons unknown. you just did as he said.
you sat up. turning to him. looking up as he looked down at you. something about this position made everything unlikely to be just a dentist appointment. he tilted your chin up, making you look up at him well. “open your mouth again.”
you did. he entered two fingers inside your mouth again. you watched them do their job. stretching your mouth. then they went deeper, almost choking you. you immediately looked up at him. his eyes weren’t even on his fingers or on the inside of your mouth. they were focused on your face. you kept eye contact as you took the hint.
then slowly, you closed your mouth around his fingers. sucking them through his gloves as your eyes never left his. taking them deep as he shoved them down. his breathing hitched and you could see the way his throat bobbed. not expecting you to actually take it.
you played your tongue around his fingers, wetting the gloves until your saliva covered them. then you slowly pulled away, your teeth grazing the gloves as you did. you closed your teeth on the edge of his gloves. not fully taking it off, just to tease him.
then fully let go. smiling at him. sweetly. “wish it was you instead, doc.” you boldly said, getting the hint that he was indeed jealous he wasn’t the one to bruise that throat of yours.
his breathing deepened as you started unbuckling his belt. pulling the zipper down without taking your eyes off him. encircling your index finger on the bulge. as you took it off, his cock sprang out. hard as a rock. you didn’t waste time stroking it. licking your lips before kissing it and pushing it slowly inside your mouth.
he grabbed your hair, fisting it as he took control. he held his cock, pushing it on the inside of your cheeks. stretching it and slapping it on your tongue.
but oh, the time is limited.
so he just shoved his cock down your throat. let it stay there for a while. making sure you gag and tear up. but fuck, you took it so well.
“what a fucking slut you are.” he says through his breath. your eyes lit up. then he started fucking your face. deep, harsh, rough. wanting to be the one to bruise your throat. his head threw back at how well you took it. his jaw fell as pathetic whimpers escaped him.
such pathetic noise for a big man shoving his cock down your throat.
he groaned deeply as he slowly pulled halfway. just to your mouth. and shot his cum all over. groaning and letting out such a manly moan that made you unconsciously touch yourself. he pulled out to press the tip on your lips. smudging the cum all over. inside again. making you clean it.
“don’t swallow.” he says through his heavy pants.
when you finally cleaned him enough, he pulled out. you licked the cum off your lips. playing with it.
“wide.” he tilted your chin up slightly to get a better look as you opened your mouth. his cum painted the inside of your mouth so beautifully. then he pushed his fingers again. playing around with the cum and smudging it all over the inside of your cheeks.
he went deeper to look down on your soft palate again. freshly bruised. a lot more bruised than before. he smirked proudly and gave your cheek some tiny slaps.
obsessed with your voice dex would totally jerk himself off when otp with you.
you’d be laying on your bed, talking dex’s ears off about your frustrating work day. you’d hear the occasional, “mhm..” “oh man that sucks..” “im sorry that happened to you baby.” from dex as you blabber. soon dex becomes quiet, his responses lessen, and you hear his breathing become heavier and louder. “hey babe, are you okay?” you ask, curious as to his change in demeanor. on the other side of the phone, dex is fisting himself as he pumps his hand up and down his cock dripping of pre cum. “m-mhm.. just keep talking baby…” he groans. dex tries his best to hold in his moans but he can’t help but let a few slip out. you try to ignore it, playing coy. sometimes you stop talking for a new seconds to hear his needy whimpers for you. “b-baby… where’d you g-go..?” as the slick sound of his hand going down his cock fills the background noise. dex’s chest rises as he waits for you to keep talking before he jerks himself off again, edging himself to the cadence of your arousing voice. you hear him picking up his pace and his heavy breathing taking over his audio. you hear a groan and know he finished all over his stomach. his cum spewing from his sensitive tip and his head thrown back in pleasure. “thank you baby… thank you so much..” dex says breathlessly.
he hauled you off your chair and flipped you onto his lap, which caused adrenaline to rush through your veins. your breath hitched, his firm chest was pressed against your back.
a few seconds passed by before his hand reached back over to the table, his fingers wrapping around the handle of the tactical blade once more. but he didn't turn the edge toward you this time – instead, he flipped the knife in his grip. cruelly slow, he slipped the handle of the knife between your thighs. you involuntarily flinched at the cold, your hips instinctively squirming and twisting in his lap to pull away.
in response, his arm slid up from your chest, his bicep snapping tight around your neck in a chokehold. his arm flexed right in front of your face, swell of his bicep practically pressing against your cheek, flexing tight enough to restrict your breath just a bit and completely pin your head back against his shoulder.
your hands flew up, fingers uselessly clawing at the dense muscle of his arm wrapped around your throat.
"ah ah," you could feel the vibration of his voice against your back. "don't run."
he pushed the knife deeper, closer to your heat. agonisingly slowly tracing your slit, he had a disciplined patience you had mocked him for lacking moments ago.
every time you tried to arch into the cold pressure or twist away from the intense contrast, his arm flexed just a bit tighter around your neck. keeping you perfectly still, perfectly helpless. your hands were still pawing his forearm, your eyes were losing focus and you couldn't help but roll them back. he loved the feeling of your figure squirming in his hold, trying to escape.
he flipped the blade, fingers wrapping around the handle now. he carefully slipped the tip of it under your tiny shorts and tugged them to the side, never ever touching you with the actual blade. your mouth stayed open after you keened from the sight of it all, you almost felt like rolling your hips against the blade from the excitement. but you didn't.
knife flipping again, your exposed warmth so so so ready for him to handle you. the metal wasn't as cold as before as he had quickly warmed it up. it felt a little more comfortable as he gathered your juices with the very tip of the handle and made sure to use a little more pressure when it was at your entrance. just to give you a little taste and make you chase after more.
"look at you. craving to be fucked with a knife, uh? so sweet." you could feel his words rush to your spine, and warm up the skin of your face. you were clinging onto his arm and urging him with your hips.
"then do it already." you whined, hint of annoyance clear from your tone. he'd just continue to drag it up and down so slowly that you could feel your mind dissecting. that was until you realized how you feel. how it feels. you were in fact greedy and you didn't realize how good it already feels.
you looked down. he could easily hurt himself too. the sight was dizzying. it all came to you all at once, adding another rush of adrenaline. no one would do that for you ever, right? make you feel so excited.
"dex.." your legs began to tremble, his hold remained tight and you were so close suddenly. you were clenching around nothing. rolling your hips forward for more pressure.
"i know, honey." is all he said with a reassuring tone, almost cooing. you felt a sudden drop in your stomach, making your thighs instantly lock up and forcing a breathless gasp out of you as you came. it didn't feel like it usually does, the slow pace of the knife made it so much stronger. instead of it fading out, another wave rolled right over the first one. it just kept going and going, holding you right at the edge. your breath caught in your chest. right until you came off of your high, which took long enough to make you completely out of breath and then you were gasping for air and tapping his arm to let go of your neck. you cried out and your hips began to twitch involuntarily from the sudden overwhelming sensation. that was the very last thing you could do before your body went limp, aching in the most satisfying way possible.
"there you go," he murmured near your ear, his voice quiet and steady. he wrapped his hands around you to make sure you're not slipping off.
virgin!dex who loses himself in your pussy, moaning as he eats you out. he can’t help but be so enamored by you and your body and he just wants to make you feel good. he takes a mental note of every little noise and movement you make while he uses his mouth on you, seeing what works best for his favorite girl. he’s so shameless that he’ll start whining and moaning into your pussy, humping the bed for relief because he’s so turned on.
so um, virgin!dex who moans in sync and just as loud as you when he's using his fingers inside you for the first time, trembling because he can't even believe he gets to touch you like this, eyes zeroed in on your face as it turns in almost horrified awe at his dexterity (🤭) like. literally. once his digits are moving in and out your hips instinctively buck up at their relentless precision, you make a startled and heated "oh god?- baby!" and dex responds in turn with an equally wrecked "f-fuck!", the fact that you're moaning at his touch overwhelms him too much, he's gasping into your mouth and echoing every obscene sound he rips out of you, the cacophony of it all is probably enough for the neighbors to complain about too
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT — corruption, age gap, reader is in her late 20s, violence, reader kills an animal, smoking, alcohol, gun, outdoor sex, kyle turner is reader’s father (not implied... heh...)
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you’re a good girl
always careful. always following what your dad told you. sure, you’re curious. but you’ve never touched anything that could ruin you. cigarettes. alcohol. none of it. you never touched your dad’s weapons without permission. never snuck out to meet boys behind his back. never talked to strangers. you’ve always obeyed your dad.
he is strict. very strict. but you understand why. he cares about you.
he never had to worry about boys your age getting to you. he knows you’re not interested in them. besides, none of them could ever take proper care of you. you can do that yourself.
but really...
your dad doesn’t know everything about you. you are a curious girl.
he doesn’t know that every time he talks about that tough old man, that asshole of a human being, the one he hates with every fiber of his being,
it only makes you more curious.
shane maguire was everything your father warned you about. and yet… you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from him. you really couldn’t.
that’s why you started talking to him behind your dad's back. that’s why you’d tell your dad you were meeting friends, when really, you were making your way to shane’s camp. that’s why, before you even realized it, you were tagging along with him on hunts. keeping him company where your father would never think to look.
you were a curious girl. shane loved that about you. he liked teaching you things. things your father never had.
like how to hold a gun.
standing behind you, he guided your hands around the pistol. his larger hands covered yours, adjusting your grip before sliding to straighten your posture. “shoulders back.”
you did as you were told. his chest brushed against your back as he leaned in, helping you line up the shot. a deer grazed quietly in the distance.
you frowned. “i feel bad.”
“i know.” his voice was low. “but pretty girls like you should know how to use one of these.” his thumb shifted slightly against your hand. “there’s plenty of bad men in the world.”
his breath skimmed your ear. “pull the trigger, sweetheart.”
you squeezed. the gunshot split through the trees. the deer dropped where it stood. you flinched from the recoil, but shane steadied you before you could stumble. your eyes stayed fixed on the deer.
without a word, shane took the pistol from your hands and unloaded it. his other hand settled on your waist. one gentle squeeze.
“atta girl.”
the words were quiet. almost effortless. yet they made your heart flutter all the same. a shy smile tugged at your lips.
gosh, you really love it whenever he praises you.
the line between curiosity and habit blurred so quietly you never noticed it disappearing. he taught you things your father never wanted you to learn. and every time you hesitated, he made it seem harmless.
he always promised he’d look after you. you believed him. after all… he’d never given you a reason not to.
he was an old man. he knew better than you.
“just a sip. i won’t tell.”
you took the bottle. your fingers brushed his. the beer was cold. bitter enough to make you wince. still, you took it. he smiled. then reached over to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. his eyes stayed on you. you looked back at the bottle. slowly, you raised it to your lips.
the smallest sip you could manage. bitterness bloomed across your tongue. your eyebrows pinched together as you quickly lowered it. shane laughed under his breath. his thumb swept across your chin, catching the drop of beer clinging there. before you could react, he pressed his thumb against your lips. you accepted it absentmindedly. sucking his thumb. your tongue brushed against his skin while you were still distracted by the taste of the alcohol.
“you’ll get used to it.” he squeezed your cheeks before taking the bottle from your hands and drinking from it himself. when he offered it back, he nudged the rim against your lips. you gladly took another sip. your eyes squeezed shut.
“it’s really bitter, shane.”
“i know.” a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “the first one’s always rough.”
you woke up inside shane’s tent. your phone was still back at home. you had left it there so your dad wouldn’t be able to track you.
your head pounded. you climbed out of the tent, only for your legs to give out beneath you. before you could fall, shane caught you. “easy, girl.” his arm settled around your waist as he guided you toward a nearby log.
“shane…” you rubbed your temple. “my head hurts.”
“i’ve got you.” and he did. he stayed with you until the pounding eased. make sure you drink enough water. wait until the smell of beer fades from your breath. he even helped get rid of the traces of himself lingering on your clothes before sending you home.
that day, your father worried about you so much. luckily, you were smart enough to come up with a convincing excuse.
you’d always hated the smell of cigarettes. but sitting beside shane somehow made the smell easier to tolerate. he glanced over. your eyes were fixed on the cigarette between his fingers.
“want some, bambi?” that amused little smirk rested on his lips. the same one your dad would’ve wanted to punch right off his face. you thought about it. then gave him a small nod. you were still unsure. but you trusted shane.
his free hand cupped your jaw, gently drawing you closer. he rested the cigarette between your lips.
“slow.”
you took your first drag. the smoke burned the moment it reached your lungs. you broke into a coughing fit. your forehead fell against his chest as another cough escaped you. shane laughed quietly. his hand rubbed slow circles over your back before two fingers tilted your chin back up. “you inhaled too much.”
he smirked, taking another drag from the cigarette. you watched him closely. curious.
he leaned in until your faces were only inches apart. his thumb tapped lightly against your bottom lip. you parted them without a word. tilting his head, he slowly exhaled the smoke into your mouth. “inhale.”
you listened.
he waited another second. “now blow.” the smoke drifted back into his face. he smiled.
the second time the two of you went to the lake together, you simply held your hand out. he looked at you for a moment before letting out an amused chuckle.
then he slipped a cigarette between your fingers. and lit it for you. after that, it became a habit. you started smoking.
it wasn’t so bad after all.
your father had been worrying more and more every time you came home.
“you’re coming home later and later.” his voice was firmer than usual. “you don’t answer my calls. you leave your phone at home. then you disappear for hours.”
you stood there quietly. “...i’m sorry.”
“don’t apologize just to make me feel better.” he rubbed a tired hand over his face before looking back at you. “tell me what’s going on.”
guilt twisted deep inside your chest. you walked over and wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “nothing’s wrong.” your voice was barely above a whisper. “i’m just spending time with my friends.”
he sighed.
“...you know i’d never do anything to worry you.” you hugged him a little tighter. “i’m sorry.
you hated lying. you really did. yet every word left your mouth while a pack of cigarettes rested quietly inside your jacket pocket.
your dad would never think you’d do something like this. you were too good for that. too careful. too clean. he would never think you’d lie to him. your heart was far too soft.
your dad would never think that you’d be bent over a log with an old man abusing your cunt over and over again.
your head locked on his bicep. biting on it as you try to keep yourself quiet. your knees bruised and your skin all dirty. panties torn apart. crying from how good it feels.
you sobbed, mumbling words over and over again. your arms were grinding against the rough bark of the fallen tree and your knees were hurting from the dirt underneath. yet, everything felt good. hurts so good. he was fucking you too good. you’ve already come three times and he still won’t stop. legs shaking and cum leaking down your thighs.
“can’t keep up, baby?” he panted in your ear. smiling as he slammed deeper and deeper. loving how dumb you easily get on his cock. “all that good girl act and this is what you just wanted the whole time, huh?”
he let go of your head. unwrapping his arm from around your neck. he lets you have a rest before pulling your head back by the hair again. he twisted the strands and forced your head back until your spine arched. until you could see the treetops spinning above you.
he started moving. fast and deep.
each stroke dragged against every sensitive ridge inside you. you felt your own wetness coating him, heard the filthy suction sound every time he pulled out to the tip and slammed back in. it made your thighs quiver and your toes curl. your back against his chest. you could feel yourself getting closer again.
“harder, please- shane-” you gasped out. he did not let you finish. he just fucked you harder and harder until you couldn’t even make a sound from how good it feels. just mouth open and tears falling.
his hand left your hair, snaked around your front, and found your clit. he didn’t rub gently. of course he wouldn’t.
“fuck!” you managed to whine out as he smeared his thumb across it, grinding the hood back, pressing down hard enough to make you cry out. your hips tried to jerk away but his arm locked you in place.
"where you going, huh?" the mockery in his voice was thick enough to taste. “not so eager now that i’m giving you what you wanted?”
“i- fuck- i’m gonna-” you cried. your body stopped trying to escape him. you simply melted to how he was treating you.
“you’re what?” he fucked harder. his pelvis slapped against your ass with a wet crack each time. “you’re coming again? already? fuck, baby, you’re so easy.”
you nodded. “i’m cummi- shane- please- i’m gonna-” you couldn’t finish a sentence. your legs squeezing together as your walls clenched around him. then you felt it. you came all over his cock again.
he fucked you through it, each thrust sharper now, more punishing, because your oversensitive nerves screamed. you tried to push back again, tried to crawl forward, but his hand locked onto your hip and held.
then he stopped.
pulled out completely. for a breath, two. the air hit your soaked cunt, cold and sudden. you heard your own ragged breathing, the distant chirp of a bird, the rustle of leaves. your body trembled, waiting, expecting. then his hand gripped your hip again, and he drove back in without warning, burying himself to the hilt, making you scream.
“such a mess.” he was breathing so hard. his arm slid down your waist. he sucked and licked your neck harshly. giving you marks that will surely be so hard for you to cover. surely would get you in trouble.
purposely. aggressively.
you were so sensitive. and yet, he was still fucking you at the same pace. not caring if your legs were haking.
why would he stop? he had waited for this. you're his good girl.
dex fucking your face with overwhelming amounts of spit running down your chin, dropping onto your chest and he just keeps going. he holds your head down and abuses the back of your throat like it was made for it.
for a few seconds he stuffs you full and just holds you there, nose pressing into him as you squirm a little. he has to remind you to use your nose to breathe. other times, when he feels cruel he'd pinch your nose to keep you from it. he likes to see the veins show on your temple as you're on the verge of passing out.
he gets SO embarrassed abt it too… cumming inside of you as his arms are locked around your waist — "oh, oh fuck— sorry, sorry— i can’t help it— m’sorry." while filling you up :( its even more embarrassing for him but he loves seeing u filled up — especially after a blowjob or handjob.. getting it all over ur face and hands — hes unable to help it!!! "you like me that much, huh?" u enjoying teasing him for it… >_< his face flushes SO, SO bright..!!
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