omg can you write smth where dex was fucking reader but they have on his mask 🥹
nsfw: mask k!nk, jealous dex
Dex's fist clenched over his lap, his eyes glued to the door as he waited for you to enter your apartment, he saw you get into the building. in fact, he saw everything, how that guy laughed a bit too hard and tries to touch your hand at the bar, how you tug your hair behind your ear, not at him, out of habit, but Dex hated it. hated how easy it was for you to charm, how easy people flocked to you.
the window is open, the curtains moving violently with the strong wind of the night, he could feel his heart thumbing, his body aching for you, yearning for that touch, that voice that melts him down to his knees and makes him forget why he was feeling grumpy. yet, when he sees your soft smile at the front door he has to use all of his willpower to not rush to you and hug you.
"no greet tonight?" your voice reaches him through the open of the apartment. his hands open, gently rubing them on his dark jeans to ground himself.
"you had fun" he states, not asks, he saw you laughing, drinking a bit, taking pictures with friends. he wanted to stay mad.
"aw, did my Dex miss me?" you coo softly, walking towards him on the couch, your phone and shoes long forgoten near the main door. once your feet reach the soft rug between his spread legs he lets out a quiet sigh, his eyes glues to yours, hands clenching again to prevent himself of reaching out, he is mad, he reminds himself.
"let me see you" your right hand moves towards his mask but Dex's hand stops you mid way, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with without effort.
"no" his voice sounds rough, low, it sends shivers down your spine and into your core. he always looks good, but there is something about him staring at you with his mask on, something dark, something thst makes your legs weak. "it stays on" he mumbles as he let's go of your hand, it was a little punishment, all he could do because he knew you would enjoy what comes next.
the same hand that was on your wrist makes it’s eay to your waist to pull you in, your knees hitting the softness of the couch as he makes you straddle his lap. his arms flexing around you as he cages you into his chest. "mine" he whispers, you can feel his hard lenght against your clothed ass, you can feel it throb when you squirm closer to him.
"Dex, i-" your voice is muffled by his lips crashing into yours, the rough fabric making your lips a bit sore as you kiss him back, he opens his mouth, it’s filthy, hot. his mask grows wet as you make out with him, whispering his name into his mask. his big hands squeeze your hips as he makes them move, his moans growing louder as he kisses you harder.
Dex is quick and smooth when he takes your clothes off, leaving you naked over his dark jeans, lowered enough to get his hard lenght out. "please..." he whispers as you lower yourself on him, your lip between your teeth as you adjust to him. once you are fully sat on him, Dex lets out a soft whine and hides his face (that is already hidden) on the crook of your neck.
as your hips start to make circles and move up and down slowly, Dex quickly looses his mind, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. your hands rest in his chest, going up to his wide shoulders, rubbing down his biceps and feeling his abs. it only makes him groan harder.
"i was supposed to be angry" he whispers, his hands firm on your hips as he trusts up into you. "why am i rewarding you, mhm? why do you enjoy being used like this?" Dex let's out a quiet whine when he feels you clench around him, his trusts growing stronger, deeper. the sounds your bodies make are filthy, wet. one of his rough hands slams down on your ass, "eyes on me, baby" Dex's voice is shaky, he is trying to hold it back for you. "look at me while you cum, yeah?"
(im gonna leave it like this bcs im still learning how to write smut and odk what to do or how to describe things, so yeah, feel free to make requests and help me improve my smut writing skills)
Dex teaching you how to fight because its important for him that you know how to defend yourself but ends up getting excited when you choke him or try to pin him down, he likes it when you hit him and when you scratch him.
"show me, don't hold back" he whispers as he pins your hands over your head with one hand. "kick me, angel, i'm a bad guy, remember?" you can tell he is smiling under his mask.
Dex can't help but smirk under his mask when his phone dings, a message from you he was waiting to recive, he saw you typing it from the rooftop of a flower shop in the middle of town.
"are you following me?" he reads as he shakes his head, his smirk onlygrowing bigger when he sees you looking around and failing to spot him.
"no."
"i heard something on the roof, was that you? i don't think cats are that heavy"
Dex thinks a few seconds before replying, watching you keep scanning the nearby rooftops to see if you can make out his figure him among the dark sky of the night. but you don't, he is too good to be found.
"maybe"
"walk with me instead" you wait for about 5 minutes before you feel a hand on the small of your back gently guiding you to keep walking. Dex stands tall besides you, his eyes on you.
"what a coincidence finding you here" he talks softly as he not so gently moves people out of the way so no one touches you on accident.
"where were you?" you mumble as Dex sits on the couch with a smug smile, legs spread out, his black top red and sticky, his gloves long forgoten on the coffee table. his hands flex and open over his thighs resisting the urge to pull you into his lap and kiss your frown away.
"working" he whispers, dazzed on how much you worry about him and how cute he thinks you look when you scold him.
"no shit, why didn't you tell me!" you pace infront of him, he gets his phone out of his pocket to check it, 15 missed calls, it only makes his smile grow bigger.
"i'm sorry, angel, don't be mad" he whisper once more, stopping you by holding onto your hip with one hand and pulling you in so you stand between his legs. "i was in a rush, i thought you wouldn't wake up" Dex places a soft kiss on your clothed belly and rests his chin there to look up at you.
"you are an idiot"
"yeah?" his hands squeeze gently on your sides as if to keeo himself grounded, he wants to dee you angry, he loves it. "what else, angel? want me to beg, want me to get on my knees, yeah? say it, tell me to beg for your forgiveness"
Dex almost went crazy when the tracker on your phone went out, his leg bouncing up and down as he looks at the door and back at the blank map on uis phone. the screen cracks from how hard he is holding it. "it’s just a work event, don't worry" he repeats on his mind, your soft smile as you brush his cheek. he feels stupid.
the wind messed up your hair bur luckily Dex's big leather jacket was keeping you warm. your voice was soft as you answered to your coworked with tiny mhms and ohs. you insisted on walking home alone, that it eas close enough, but he insisted.
"and then she said-" a small tud can be heard and before you register it, your coworker falls to the ground, still breathing, you let out a sigh, there was no blood, just Dex's now broken phone laying besides him.
"your phone died" his voice sounds rough, shaky, his breath is too. you turn aroun to watch him walk over to you and hug you tightly.
"didn't realize, sorry" your hands find his face and gently rub his cheeks, looking him into the eyes. "i'm here, i'm fine"
"shouldn't have let you go" he mumbles, squeezing harder, "i could have killed him... i should have, did he touch you? is he a friend? who is he?"
"no one, let's go home, he doesn't matter" you keep rubbing his cheeks and he lets out a soft long sigh, his hands still shaking around you. he cant be mad at you, he never is, he just wished he didn't hold back when throwing his phone.
