Dirty Diana – Benjamin Pointdexter
AN/ I decided I'd make this 2 parts because I want to share this with you, and so many of you want this so here is a teaser? I hope you guys like it its how I picture Dex being like with the new season also i haven't written smut in a good while so excuse me if this isn't good😭.
Warnings: 18+, female reader, Mean dom dex, degrantion kink, angry sex, consent is implied.
Dex and I weren't your ideal normal couple. I knew he had issues, but I stayed with him because as long as he wanted me, I'd be his. The truth is, he was truly the sweetest soul on his good days, and then we stopped having them at all. When he started working for Fisk. All he could see was red. I would be lying if I said I never felt afraid when he got angry; he would throw things and break them. It was a messy grey cloud when he felt imbalance, but he never laid a finger on me.
Then he went to prison. That's where it all changed. I would visit him each time it was worse, like he was getting worse.
"How are you doing?" I asked behind the segregated glass wall. He inhaled sharply before answering, "I don't understand why you still visit. I don't need your pity." he slammed the phone and left.
I'm tired. I tried so hard to stay calm and to be there for him, but he made it impossible, so I stopped visiting. I tried to move on, and I finally met someone. He wasn't like Dex, and that was the problem: he didn't challenge me the way Dex did. After my date, I went back home and entered the dark apartment. I felt this cold, uneasy presence. I see his dark, tall figure.
"You're late, darling," he said with a hint of anger. I gasped, dropping my keys.
"D-Dex?" I whisper. My hands shake in fear and anticipation.
"Miss me?" he said, twisting a blade like he was about to throw it.
"How did you get out? I asked nervously.
"Wow, no, I miss you, baby. How was prison?" he said sadistically.
"Well you made it clear you didnt want to see me" I said taking off coat and throwing it on the couch
Unorganised. Something Dex hated, he got up, picked the coat placing it on the coat hanger next to me.
"Always disorganised." He whispers next to my ear, making the hair on my skin rise. His nose brushed against my neck, inhaling my scent. I'm almost melting against his touch.
He tucked a fallen piece of my bangs behind my ears; his touch was gentle but precise.
"Who was that guy you were out with?" His voice was gentle in volume, but his tone could cut you open.
"That's none of your business." I said snapping out of the trance he had me in and walked away from him- he grabbed my wrist before I could go anywhere else
"Answer the damn question." He voice got sharper
"I don't have to answer anything." I replied he knew I was stubborn
He inhaled a sharp breath trying control his anger then ran his hand through my hair gently letting go of my wrist. He tangled his fingers through my hair before tugging it back making wince not in pain but from surprise
"You don't get fuck another man and tell me its none of my business." He growled
God I loved it when he got jealous and angry I was gonna let go my grudge just for him to take me right now
"Im not your girlfriend anymore-" I got cut off
"The hell you are!" He tugged harder on my hair
"You can convince yourself i am to feel better but that doesn't change--" he threw me on his shoulders like I was a feather to him and bent me over the couch arm rest.
"Finnish that sentence is fucking dare you." He said with anger laced with hunger.
"You forget yourself... I know your body... your every move..." he whisper running his hand between my thighs the other one holding my wrists like hand cuffs
The adrenaline rushed through me a part of me satisfied and another feard he would lose himself in the moment. How many years does it take for a man like Benjamin Pointdexter to lose touch of reality?
My body betrayed me and squeezed my thighs together trying to mask my arousal.
"Tsk you dirty girl." Dex shook his head looking down where I was dripping down my thighs.
"Fuck off!" I grunt struggling to get out of his grip but he was too strong.
Pinned me down against the couch harder, squishing my face into the cushions.
"Your fucking lucky I'm being gentle with you after your little date" he said irritated fumbling through my skirt to get up "but your a little dirty slut aren't you?" He slapped my ass hard causing a moan to fall out of my lips
"You don't want gentle, do you?" He asked in a condescending manner he knew the answer.
"Tell me, were you touch-starved all these years, or did you seduce every man?" I said, soothing the slap on my ass before landing another one, "Answer me."
"No—" I whimpered
"Lair" his hand landed another smack
"I swear i only touched myself." I whisper gripping the pillow near me for support
"My Poor dirty girl fingering her own little cunt for years" I mocked me tracing my pussy from the thin wet underwear
"Your soaked and I didn't even touch you yet how pathetic." He laughed but his eyes were hungry.
"Please Dex..." I whimpered my corr was pulsating with need
"Please what?" He answer his voice deep with lust.
I almost cried my legs trembling as he ran circles around my clit
"What was his name?" He asked, adding pressure.
"Please, Dex, not now." I plead my brain fogged with him; I didnt care about anyone else except Dex
"Yes, now or I stop." He snapped his hands away.
"No, no, please," I pant. "His name is Mike. I met him at a bar." I answered frantically.
"That's a good girl. Did he fuck you?" He continued interrogating me while slipping his hand under my shirt to take it off
"Do you really need to know?" I roll my eyes
"Don't roll your eyes at me." He said between gritted teeth pulling me by my hair forcing my back to arch.
"No, no, I didn't." I said
"You're lying." He said, irritated,
"I'm no—" I gasped. He fully inserted himself inside me. When did he even unzip himself
"Stop lying." Dex grunted, consumed by his own pleasure in the nights in prison dreaming about having you back.
"Shit, Dex!" I moan loudly. He didn't give me time to adjust to him; he just rutted into me hard his tip kissing, nay, punched my spot.
"You enjoy this? Huh?" he groaned, trying to control his anger from seeping further; he tried to push it down with brutal thrusts that barely allowed me to stay on my feet. "Going out on dates while I lost my mind in prison!"
"I only—" I tried to explain myself.
"Shut up!" He pulled my hair further back.
Tears ran down my face from the intense pain-pleasure coursing through me. "You're being mean." I whisper through my moans
"That's what whores get." He answered, and then he felt my cunt pulsing at his insult, fucking me harder, pushing my face into the pillow. He didn't want to see me cry; that would touch his empathetic feelings.
My moans were muffled by the pillow which was soaked with tears. "Dex... I... fuck!" I scream, coming around him without a warning; my legs shook before giving up. I had never come. I had come so hard in my life until today. He. He lifted my head up to give me room to breathe properly.
"So pathetic..." he mocked, "cuming before I barely even started." He wiped my tears away with a satisfied smile. Until I saw the look in his eye, dark and happy to be breaking me, Benjamin Pointdexter was no longer behind those eyes; it was Bullseye.
"I'm not done with you."
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