there's always been something slightly.. uncanny about your bodyguard. he was strict, stoic, and always had his eyes on you. no matter what, you could feel his eyes boring into you whether you were in public or just simply your family estate.
so, when you started testing your limits with him, you got to see your bodyguard for who he truly was.
you spent months ducking around corners and running as far from him as you could, managing to sneak out without his notice... he started losing his cool faster and faster.
this time, though, you had really, really done it.
dex grabbed you from behind, muscled arms gripping you so tightly you almost couldn't breathe. you squealed when he caught you, hitting his legs with your constrained balled up fists. "let me go!" you screamed, but he wasn't listening to you. not anymore.
dex hauls you up and strides over to your car, the valet workers eyes bugging out of his head at the sight of you. "this is embarrassing, dex! let me down, now!" you tried to turn your face to look at him, and lost your train of thought at the glimpse of his face you got.
the valet worker opened the back door for him and he unceremoniously tosses you into the backseat making you yelp another "dex!" he sidles in next to you in the backseat, your brows furrowing, since he usually sits in the front next to the driver. "what the fuck?!" he's pushing you back into the seat and angrily buckling you in, grip tight on your forearm to restrain you. just looking at him makes your heart stop and any complaint die on your lips.
he was angry.
you'd pushed your bodyguard way too far this time, and regret was bubbling up making your heart beat. "d-dex? i'm so-" you couldn't even get the word out before his rough hand was gripping your neck. your eyes widened, flicking to the drivers eyes in the rearview mirror before back at dex.
"shut. up." dex ground out between gritted teeth, a spark in his eye that made you nauseous. he stared at you for a few seconds longer before letting you go and sitting back in his own seat. "drive." he ordered.
the ride was eerily silent, the angry energy radiating from your bodyguard making it near impossible to take a full breath. you stared out the window as you trembled slightly. surely this would blow over once you returned.
upon arriving at your fathers estate, before you could even think to unbuckle yourself you caught dex already staring at you. he gripped your arm again, unbuckling you and practically tugging you out of the car. you fought him slightly, unable to let him manhandle you as he was. when he growls in your ear you give way, letting him settle you in front of him, hands tightly gripping your shoulders and leading you inside.
your maid greeted you warmly before her eyebrows shot to her hairline at the sight of you two. she bowed her head to dex when you tried to plead with your eyes for help.
you tried digging your heels into the ground, but dex's hoarse "move," made your feet move on instinct. your nostrils flared and tears welled in your eyes as you imagined him leading you to your father, shaming and getting you in trouble.
unfortunately, his plans for you were much, much worse.
instead, dex is shoving you into the first room available and empty. finally freed, you back up from him and bring a hand up to rub your sore shoulder. dex flicks the lock behind him and stalks toward you. "what're you- dex, what the fuck are you doing?" he's caging you against the wall, hands on either side of your head.
"i've had enough of your constant need to run from me and cause problems," he practically growls. "you," a hand is gripping your neck again, "are going to be punished." tears are welling in your eyes again, confusion doting your features. your bodyguards free hand falls to the button of you jeans, undoing and pulling them down. when you try to protest, the grip on your neck tightens until you can just barely get in small breaths. "don't," dex breathes into your mouth "even try to scream." he deftly twirls you around, "you're not escaping me this time."
you barely process the audible slap with the roaring in your ears, but the pain on your ass is unmistakable. gasping for air, he slaps you hard again forcing a whine from you. his lips have found purchase on your neck, nipping and lightly sucking. you're trembling so violently you'd be crumbling to the floor without dex holding you up.
when dex feels he's throughly destroyed your ability to sit comfortably for the foreseeable future, he's unbuckling his belt. he frees your throat from his grip, allowing you to suck in as much as you can while he pulls your hands behind your back and uses his belt to tie your wrists together. head resting against the wall, you press your cheek to the cool surface and look at dex. he's still mad, but that spark in his eye is more noticeable than ever. "i-i'll tell m-my father," you rasp out, panting.
dex's eyes meet yours. "he'll barely believe you, and why would he rid himself of the only bodyguard that brings you back, over and over again for him?" he states matter of factly. tears are streaming down your face now, dex's big hand coming up to wipe them away. "be good."
with that, he's pushing your panties aside and his cock is invading your pussy. the tears come harder in embarrassment at how wet you are for him. he's groaning into your hair, one hand holding your waist and the other kneading your breast. "this is what you want, hmm?" he whispers as he grinds into you. "such a brat wants to be tamed, yeah?" you're whining pathetically for him, shoving your hips back against him. he laughs darkly at you, making you hiccup as more tears stream down your face and neck.
dex is pounding into you now, whispering filthy, mean things into your ear that makes heat spread throughout you and your core throb. you can feel your orgasm approaching so quickly you can't even warn him before your spasming against him and clenching around his cock. dex growls again, hips stuttering, pushing impossibly deeper into you as his own orgasm wracks through him. he leaves soft kisses on your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears. slowly, he pulls out and gently pulls your jeans back up, buttoning them for you.
"good job, princess," he coos. "act right and this won't have to happen again." dex leaves you there, the wall being your only support as you slide down to the floor. you hear the lock unlatch and the door click shut behind him.
maybe taunting your bodyguard until he snaps isn't such a bad idea after all.
bodyguard!dex finally getting a taste of you... (afab!reader)
i really want head can anybody tell
"fuck, mm- dex, please," it's barely audible. you're breathless and your voice is so soft and high pitched because your bodyguard, someone you hired to keep you safe, is making out with your cunt. it's sloppy and you can hear the lewd wet sounds coming from below you, so much so that it makes your face red and your eyes flutter shut because there is no way you could possibly look at the man in between your legs without cumming immediately.
"'sokay, you got it baby," he coos when he finally pulls away, hands wandering and grabbing at the flesh of your thighs. "so pretty like this, aren't you? all laid out for me. you have no idea how much i've been wanting this, wanting you," he admits, kissing your inner thighs gently like he wasn't just making you sob and squirm. "dex, please, stop teasing me-fuck," your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues peppering kisses on your skin, he doesn't stop when he gets to your folds, only becoming more feverish with his touch. he knows you're sensitive, he knows that the more he touches you like this the more you'll beg. beg just for him and no one else.
"pleasepleaseplease just- fuck. i need this, need you so bad," you're not even exaggerating at this point and dex can tell, feeling his cock twitch in his pants at the amount of desperation you're giving him. "yeah? fuck, so good f'me. don't worry, baby, i'm gonna give you what you need." that's all he can manage before he loses himself in your folds, lapping and sucking on your bud as he sneaks two of his thick, large fingers inside of you. you're tight around his digits, so fucking tight and it makes dex feel the pre-cum pooling in his pants.
you can't help but let out a high pitched moan when he enters you. the stimulation of his tongue and fingers sending you into a frenzy. you don't realize you're gripping his hair and grinding on his tongue until he moans into your pussy, the vibration being the final thing that makes you climax without warning.
needless to say, your bodyguard is useful for more than one thing.
bodyguard!dex who shows soooo much restraint, backing up slowly away from you only you keep following, pressing his lips together and exhaling through his nose, shaking his head as his hands shake just inches from your waist, closing his eyes and trying to find the will to remain professional even as your hands find his chest so delicately. “can’t be distracted, i’m trying to keep you safe” the words would come out rough, ragged, before his back hits the wall and he finally looks into your eyes RAAAAAHHHH
he keeps stuttering out “i- can’t- can’t leave my post”, and you’re like “so don’t?”, pushing him harder against the hallway wall outside your bedroom where he was keeping watch, unbuckling his belt with hasty hands as he shudders with failed restraint, his heated eyes betraying his words as they focus on every single movement you make but never once going to stop you from unzipping him and untucking his white dress shirt, hands frozen midair and near your waist, he only groans out, hopeless and pathetic, and flashes his gaze towards the ceiling when he feels you sneak a palm inside his suited pants, “fuck- fuck! you’re gonna get me fired” he pants into your smiling mouth when you start tugging at him with satisfied little hums, giving him encouraging coos for him to fuck up into your palm 🫣
thinking about spoiled!popstar!reader & bodyguard!dex . . . let’s talk about it ₍ᐢ.̫.ᐢ₎~୨୧♡
thinking of a world where he uses his ‘power’ of impeccable aim not to be a vigilante, infact — he doesn’t know where to use this skill. he’d been removed from the police force and arrested and was now struggling to find work. he needed to make money, so while he couldn’t think of anything worse than babysitting some stuck up b-list brat, he had no choice.
he’d been reached out to specifically, someone on your team discovering his story and hearing of his skill through the grapevine. you’d been feeling unsafe as of late, tackling a stalker who just couldn’t seem to quit despite lawful intervention, and crazy lustful men doing anything to infiltrate the girly bubblegum-pop space you’d created with your fans. you needed someone who would ensure your safety, even if it means they don’t always follow the typical ‘bodyguard’ guidelines.
so he takes the job — face like thunder as he follows you around. it felt degrading, going from something that meant something to him, to doing everything but wipe this 20-something year olds ass. he tries to fall into the background in his blacked out outfits, even wearing the balaclava depending on the occasion — but you seemingly needed him for everything. what’s the point of having a big strong man by your side 24/7 if he can’t reach things on the top shelf or open jars for you?
dex can see why not many people tell you ‘no’. not because you throw a hissy fit (though you could definitely get there if provoked) but because it was hard to say no to you. the bodyguard considered himself a tough nut to crack — keeps to himself, quiet, stony, but the way you bat your big doe eyes up at him, pushing out your tits and pouting those glossy lips, he found himself reluctantly giving you anything you asked for.
he grows comfortable with you, whether that’s lecturing you on your safety or bad decisions, picking you up by the waist and physically removing you from the club when you get too drunk, pulling your tiny dresses and skirts down when they ride up your ass. it started to feel like his new… normal. maybe he was just getting used to it, maybe he just wanted an excuse to touch you.
he felt wrong looking at you the way he did. dex was hired to protect you from lustful men and their dangerous ways, yet that’s exactly the way he felt inside his head. every lingering glance from you, the way you’d grip his arm in public, scared for your safety and looking to him for it, it just filled him with this sick feeling of lust and fondness for you. he was sure you knew this too, always pushing the boundaries to try and get him to break. there was only so many times he could slide you off his lap, or step back when you press your ass against his crotch when you stand infront of him. little teases like you don’t go unpunished, maybe that’s how you got yourself in this situation to begin with.
bodyguard!dex is doing mental gymnastics at that point, in his delusional mind just the tip isn't as bad as straight up fucking the person hes supposed to be protecting, it gives him plausible deniability if his contractors were to accuse him of committing the cardinal sin in his line of work, he pleads in between desperate, furious grunts "just the tip- only the tip", his hands bruising the meat of your hips in barely there restraint, he near pushes you down all the way in impulse when you beg "please, dex, i want it so so bad-" but he just hisses, tears of frustration in his eyes, he spits back "can't- you know i cant give it to you, baby. oh god- they'll have my fucking head for this-'" as if he's not giving you an extra inch with every time you sink down on him 🤭
bodyguard!dex taking protective measures like sleeping in ur room after a few stalker threats or break ins when in reality he's the stalker - 🍓
whole time he may have sent a few scary messages from a burner phone juuuuust so you’d feel like you needed him a little extra that night :( he plays the respectful and professional card at first, after all he doesn’t wanna lose his job or anything. he settles into the armchair near the bed, manspreading as he gets comfortable. you watch him, sat up in bed — brows furrowed, not satisfied. (ᐢ ܸ. .ܸ ᐢ)♡
“look, nothing can happen to you. i’m right here and i’ll stay here all night. you’re totally safe.” he reassures you and you nod, wanting to believe that was true. you switch out the lamp and snuggle down into the blankets and try your hardest to will your beating heart to slow, but unfortunately you were just too shaken up from the whole ideal. dex knew exactly what you were scared of and played it against you.
after a few minutes of tossing and turning, you sigh — frustrated and sit up in the dark, turning to the dark dex shaped shadow just sat perfectly still, watching, waiting. he looked menacing like this, like that one pile of clothes in your bedroom that somehow morphs into the shape of a monster at 3AM — but not as scary as the idea of being alone without him.
“dex?” you call out meekly. he’s lucky it’s so dark, because he smiles.
“yes?” he hums.
“i’d… feel a lot better if you… were in the bed with me.” you suggest shyly, staring at your hands despite barely being able to see a thing.
“really?” he asks flatly, but you can hear the amusement in his voice before the sound of him shuffling, kicking off his boots. “you’re a big baby.” despite this statement, the bed covers get pulled back beside you, his warm body sliding in beside you. you feel a weight has been lifted off you, relaxing into the pillows. there’s silence as he gets comfortable, and after a minute of stillness — he feels your tentative hand slide up his arm and stay there. “do you need something?”
“when i close my eyes i can’t see that you’re next to me keeping me safe and i get scared all over again.” you pout, clearly distraught about this whole situation. he nearly feels bad for a moment, until he realises that it’s all going according to plan. you sounded vulnerable, small — so far from the bratty pop persona everyone else knew. only he knew you.
he’s silent for a moment, before you hear a barely audible “c’mere then.” and he’s pulling you into him, suddenly engulfed in the warmth of his muscle. if you weren’t so afraid, you’d be smiling, smiling like he was as he drifts off.
popstar!reader having a pouty attitude towards dex bc she saw people are thirsting over him online (she's jealous in a "you're only mine" way)
after working for you for a while, dex starts to know your tells. ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)˚๐*˟ ♡
he knew something was up when he spotted you, balancing your pink macbook laptop on your knees on the couch, absentmindedly dipping your hand into a bowl of chips as you huff and puff, pouty as ever.
“something wrong?” he asks, bending down to lace up his boot.
“people just love to talk online.” you hum, clearly peeved as you don’t rip your eyes away from the screen.
“told you to stop looking at that shit, kid.” he shakes his head, stepping over to you rather suddenly to take the laptop away. you weren’t usually the defensive type, but you grip it, frantically turning the screen away from him. “the hells up with you, let me see.” he scolds, and you relent, simply to not snap the screen in half.
you let him catch a glance, seeing his eyes scan over the screen. ‘i need her bodyguard so bad’ ‘he walks like it’s big’ ‘she can move. if i see him im taking that idc’ captions on captions, with paparazzi pictures of him attached.
deciding he’s seen enough, you snatch it back, avoiding his eye. dex has the audacity to smirk.
“seriously?”
“go away.”
“you’re jealous, because people are posting about me?” his tone is flat, not believing you’d gotten so worked up about such a non issue.
“they don’t even know you. it’s gross it’s — it’s blatant sexualisation—“ you fumble out, interrupted by a low chuckle.
“wow.”
“what?” you snap.
“how do you think i feel?” he leans forward, bending at the waist to give you a gentle pat on the cheek. “you’re getting it now.”
you push down the intense, possessive lust for a moment to deepen your pout, standing your ground.
“what are you talking about?”
he gently takes the laptop, setting it on the coffee table and you don’t protest this time, allowing the big strong man to handle you. without any exertion of effort, he pulls you onto his lap — rocking you slightly to comfort your childish emotions.
“i see the way these douche bags look at you every day. the way they come to your concerts, your fan meets, just undressing you with their eyes.” he explains, voice low, calm, just for you to hear. “makes me wanna rip their throat out their ass. watch ‘em bleed out.” something shifts in his tone, it grows darker as he stares ahead. your cunt thumps at the mutual possession.
“but… but i don’t like it when they post stuff about you. you’re meant to protect me. you’re just…for me.” your voice is smaller now, curling into his lap. he loves when you get like this, completely stripped of your attitude, stripped of anything anyone else would know about you.
“m’not going anywhere… i’m all yours, sweetheart.” he speaks just above a whisper, hand sliding up your thigh to cup your mound beneath his warm thick fingers. you whine quietly and he shushes you. “you see me touching anyone else like this?”
you shake your head.
“words, baby. lemme hear it.”
“no, dad.” you’re ashamed of your outburst, grinding up into his palm and mewling.
“there you go. would kill for you, pretty girl. just you.”
popstar!reader trying on lingerie for her next concert and bodyguard!dex walks in 🤭
saying “look, my assistants busy and i just need your opinion. my underwear needs to be cute incase i accidentally upskirt… again. so, pink or white?” you’re stood there like a total vision, lifting your mini skirt to him just like he’d always imagined, showing the cutesy white panties beneath, holding the pink matching pair in your other hand. he sighs, breathing out a chuckle. ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡ ༘
“jesus christ. really?”
“dex.” you pout, tilting your head to the side pleadingly.
“alright, uh — i don’t know. they look the same. i’m gonna have to see both on.”
you smile at him playing ball and tap your feet happily on the wooden floor of the dressing room. “okay but what do you think of the white? cute right?”
dex glances around from where he stands leaning against the doorframe and steps into the room, quietly closing the door behind him for your privacy of course. “very cute. i don’t know though, spin for me.” he makes a lazy spinning motion with his finger, chin tilted up a little, eyes trained down at your panties, slight smirk tugging his lips. you giggle.
“fine. for research purposes.” you huff, pretending you’re not loving every moment.
“mhm.”
you give him a slow twirl, keeping your eyes on him as long as you can without twisting your head backwards like an owl. you don’t miss the way his tongue passes over his lips when you show him the back of your panties, a small puffy bunny tail sat above your ass crack. he chuckles once more.
“yeah. cute.”
“so white over pink?”
dex shoves his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket, shrugging a shoulder. “could always show me the pink. just to be sure. wouldn’t wanna make a fool out of yourself out there, right?”
