nsfw
due to dex’s ocd, he insists on showering together. more specifically, he insists on washing you.
It doesn’t matter if it’s getting into a bath together to leather your hair, scrub your back and make sure the water hits every spot on your body or just sitting on the edge of the bath, having just came back from work because he told you to hold off until he’s there.
also, it’s another delicious opportunity to have you completely bare under his touch.
his chest pressing against your back as one hand parts your thighs and the other snakes around your waist and in between them. his rough fingers moving over your clit and sinking themselves into you. Your head lolls against his neck as he begins to message your g-spot. “making ‘er feel good, huh?” his chuckles in response to your cunt squeezing around his thick, rough fingers.
your nails bite down into his forearm - the one holding back your thigh from closing onto his other hand as you inch closer to coming on it. it leaves a few bloody crescent by the time you come down of the high, but dex doesn’t mind. to him, it’s another way of carrying you with him.
after giving you time to collect your senses, he picks you up from the bath to stand under the shower-head. “need to clean my girl properly,” he whispers into your flushed ear. so, he makes sure to clean under your bloodied nails and the sticky fluid running down your thighs with the focus of a man on a mission.
when he was finally done, he pushes up your chin to meet his face. he asks, “what do we say?” with the serious look that you have grew to understand is just how he looks, but a voice that tells you there’s only one right answer. you lean your face into his warm palm, “thank you, dex.”












