Licking on dex scar during missionary… that alone will drive him crazy. he’d get sloppy afterwards mumbling and cursing bcs you could do anything to taunt him; he has the patience for it all but licking the scar??? wheww that’d do it….
WHEWWW
and at first he would be thrusting into you slowly and lovingly, his cock sinking into your tummy and drawing little gasps from you. your quivering legs just closing in on his waist every time he draws back and pushes his length into your cunt. and with how tender dex is being it makes you so needy that you just want to kiss him :(( making grabby hands at him until he smiles and lowers his head down for you, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. “needy girl..” he’ll mumble, knowing he totally loves it when you get like this.
you’re just pecking at his lips and his neck, whines of dex.. and feels s’good.., sweetly leaving your lips after every smooch. you’ve pulled him so close that your cheeks are pressed together and you could hear his breaths in your ear, hard panting and strained groans every so often. and you really weren’t thinking when you did it, your lips were already kissing at his cheekbones when you decided to lick a long stripe against his scar. tongue gliding over the damaged skin with a pant as you hold him close to you, tasting the sweat of darkened scar. and dex just stills in his movements, his cock still snug in between your legs as he takes in how fucking hot that was.
you hear dex groan out a rough, “fuck..”, his hands moving from holding behind your head to gripping at your hips, sloppily pounding into your cunt with need. and he hits right at your g-spot extracting a sob from your throat, instinctively hiding into dexs shoulder. “hey, stop that. keep doing what you were doing sweetheart.. for me yeah?” dex urges, taking one of his hands from your hips and pulling your head from his neck. with tears running down your face you start to lap at dexs face again, and you give him little kitten licks at his scar with a whimper.
his mouth curls into a grin and he bites his lip, eyes shut in pleasure as his hips rock into you harshly. “atta girl just like that..” you hear, feeling your core tighten up with an intense orgasm creeping up on you.
you can barely keep up steady licks on dexs cheek, only managing a slick stripe on his skin every moment from how much he’s rocking you back and forth on the bed. and his thrusts stutter when you clench around his length, tightly squeezing around him while you cum, his cock having to pry itself from your sopping folds. dex is mumbling curses in your ear and you know he’s about to cum himself, cos he gets all sloppy and hazy, cock pulsing with the need to paint your walls. dex plunges his load in your hole with lowly moan — you’re hiding in his shoulder again, and his face is all messy with spit because of you!
Notes: ^ expect more Ray in this fic. ^ For obvious reasons.....
Summary: Reader moves into the same building as one Agent Poindexter. A bond starts to grow between them. Can the reader move on after a traumatic past ‘relationship’ ?
Chapter: 21/?
Trigger Warning: Mentions of physical and emotional abuse ! YES this one will come with trigger warnings. I tried not to post too much into detail stuff but this entire thing comes with a trigger warning !
He had worked late once again tonight, guarding Fisk was starting to get on his nerves. He knew Fisk was trying to get under his skin by not telling Hattley and Winn the truth about what happened during the ambush. Trying to get something from him. When Fisk tried to cloud his mind all Dex did was think about you. No darkness could pass the light you brought to his life. Not even Fisk.
He went to pass your floor as always, only this time he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his neighbour on the floor in a puddle of blood. He was wary as he made his way over to him slowly. He checked for a pulse. Nothing. He checked the wound in Bob's chest, it didn't take a specialist to see it was a gunshot wound. A feeling of dread rose inside of him, he reached for his gun and clicked the safety off. His muscles tensed as he prepared for the worst, his eyes trailed to your door. His pace was quick, carefull but quick. He reached for the doorknob and froze, his fingers not touching the doorknob just yet.
The door was unlocked, a slight stream of light passed through the gap between the door and the wall. His breathing stopped. He pushed the door open slowly, not ready for the worst.
Dex stepped inside, there were no signs of a struggle, at least none that he could see.
He checked all the rooms in your apartment, but found nothing. Nothing but carton boxes.
He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or worried that you weren't there. He composed himself as he took his phone out of his pocket to call it in.
Perhaps you just forgot to lock your door when you left. He would talk to you about it.
Hell, he would install special door security for you after this.
“Ray, I'm going to need you to send a team to my apartment building. There's been a homicide. The victim is my neighbour, Bob Wilkinson, 72 year old male. He was dead on arrival, gunshot wound to the chest.”
Dex walked around your apartment as he talked to Ray on the phone. His eyes falling on your jacket, still hanging neatly on the wall. Ray confirmed that he was sending a team and would be there shortly.
Dex ended the call, his eyes still on your jacket as he dailed your number. He would have to tell you about what happened, even if he wasn't sure how. He knew you saw Mister Wilkinson as a friend.
He heard the sound of the ringback tone as he waited for you to answer the call.
The tone kept playing, his thoughts trying to piece together the evidence at the same time.
Your jacket was still here. Your door unlocked. Someone killed Wilkinson and by the looks of it, he was shot by someone standing in the same direction as to where your front door was.
The call went to voicemail and he pondered if he would leave a message, he decided against it.
Dex paced around the hall but kept a distance from the scene as he waited for Ray to arrive with a team.
He'd rather leave and go search for you then stay here. But he knew he would need all the help he could get to find you. And truthfully, at this point he didn't know where to start looking.
He heard muffled voices coming from the lower floor and quick footsteps coming up the stairs. A fellow agent greeted him before Ray walked to him.
"Dex !" Ray's eyes immediately fell on Wilkinson "Jesus.."
"Ray. I found him, he took a shot to the chest. Didn't stand a chance."
Ray nodded speechless "Looks like it was close range."
"Looks like it." Dex agreed with the observation.
"You knew him ? I mean.." Ray looked at his friend sympathetic.
Dex took a breath "Not that well. But enough to know that he wasn't involved with some criminal shit. Ray.. (y/n)'s door was unlocked when I got here.. she's not answering her phone when I call." Dex tilted his head towards your open door. He was struggling to keep his mind clear.
Ray placed his hand on Dex's shoulder “Alright, stay calm. We'll get to the bottom of this.” he walked over to get a closer look at Wilkinson before he turned to walk to your apartment. Dex followed close behind him as the homicide squad starting taking photos and tagging the evidence they could find.
“No signs of a break-in.” Ray stated as he checked your door. “She could have forgotten to close her door when she left.”
Dex scoffed, not willing to believe you would just leave your door unlocked in a city like this “Or maybe she saw what happened to Wilkinson.”
Ray gave a nod as he walked into your apartment “No signs of a struggle. Did you check the place ?”
“Do I look like a rookie ?” Dex was getting frustrated.
Suddenly Ray held up his hand like something had pulled his attention.
Dex was alert “What ?”
Ray shushed him before he pulled his gun out. Dex gave a short nod and did the same.
Ray stood against the wall next to the door that would lead to the bathroom. He motioned to Dex that he was going inside.
Dex opened the door for him and Ray stepped inside the bathroom, guns ready.
“FBI !!! SHOW YOURSELF !!” he commanded in a loud voice as his eyes scanned the room.
Dex's eyes darted around the room, looking for what had pulled Ray's attention.
The room appeared empty apart from some boxes in a corner, or so it seems.
“Okay ! Okay ! Take it easy !” a voice came from one of the big boxes.
Both Ray and Dex aimed for it, waiting for the person to come out.
Ally opened the box from the inside and raised one hand in the air and threw some of your towels of her head before she raised the other.
Ray immediately lowered his gun when he saw the girl, her eyes red, Dex lowered his as well but stayed alert.
Ally's eyes darted from Dex to Ray “If you guys are really feds.. can you show me your badge ?”
Ray gave a quick nod as he pulled out his badge and held it up for Ally to see, Ray gave Dex a look and Dex eventually did the same.
“I'm Special Agent Ray Nadeem, I'm guessing you know Dex ?” Ray introduced himself and Ally nodded as she looked at Dex.
Another agent walked into the bathroom rather quickly and asked to speak to Ray.
“Dex, take the girl to the precinct.” he ordered before he went to talk to the other agent.
The agent waited until Ally and Dex had left the place before he spoke “There are two more victims on the ground floor. Apartment shows signs of a break in. One female shot in the chest. One Male, shot in the head, but he was still breathing. They are taking him to the hospital.” Ray sighed at the news “Do we have information on the victims ?”
The agent nodded as he whispered “ David and Claire Smith.”
“Alright, look for a connection between them and Bob Wilkinson. Photos, papers, anything. There's gotta be a connection. Why else would someone kill all these people ?” Ray felt the mystery getting bigger and he didn't like it one bit.
“Fun ?” the agent guessed.
Ray had started to walk away but turned when he heard what the agent had said “What ?”
“Maybe there is no connection, Ray. Some people don't need a reason to do this stuff.” the agent reminded him before walking away.
Ray shook his head at the horrible thought.
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but!! i can imagine this but with his ability of throwing things, like I don’t think he uses guns often unless it’s to assassinate someone. he’s probably giving you one of his pocket knives nd making a target for you to aim at, standing to the side with his feet planted in observation. and you’re standing with your feet spread out, one hand winded alll the way to back trying to throw it overhand but he’s stopping you and making all these comments cos he knows he’s the expert🙄
“not like that, jesus..trying to cut that pretty little head off?” he’s saying, stomping next to you to position your hand in front of your chest and making you hold it horizontally, “it’s a flick of the wrist baby you’ll get it. go on.” dex would nod at you to the target, motioning for you to throw it as he stands behind you. maybe you get it maybe you don’t but dex works with you to make the shot, his girl has to know how to protect herself!!
though with a gun dex would standing behind you, his arms stuck on the both sides of yours as he’s holding the gun with you.. and your head is tucked below his chin while you look forward at the empty bottles he set out for you. “dex I can do it myself..” you’ll whine, you’re confident and he loves that but he just wants to keep you safe—“I know you can, just want to help you..” which pulls a groan from you in annoyance, making him laugh. and you close one eye to focus, pressing your finger to the trigger, feeling your boyfriends hand apply pressure with you. the recoil makes you stumble back into dex but he just absorbs it, still standing as he looks to see if you made the shot. “see? atta girl did so well, be just like me in no time. mini bullseye in training.”
awe yeah, with fbi dexy <3 when he first gets with you and he hadn’t really been in any relationships so he’s not exactly an expert on kissing yet.. and when you guys finally get intimate and you kiss him, your eyes are closed and you’re sucking at his lips vice versa, then you just feel like there’s a gaze on you and you open your eyes too.. and hes just staring at you with these needy eyes!! he’s examining your whole face as he kisses you—he’s probably been dreaming of kissing you since he met you like
benjamin poindexter was absolutely enamored with you. as soon as the man met you and you waved goodbye to him with your manicured fingers and that beautiful smile, he looked you up and found your number and address. going down a spiral to figure out who you are and how he could insert himself in your life. it didn’t take long as he had all this fbi experience from his past, figuring out that at night you worked at the hells kitchen strip club..
some might think that he would lose interest when he learned “his girl” was a stripper but dex didn’t mind, he stopped by to see you as soon as he figured it out.
disguised in a cap and a dark attire he entered the club doors and was immediately welcomed with flashing lights — booming music, the clacks of high heels everywhere and perverted men’s laughter. it smelled of smoke and alcohol everywhere and upon walking in dex was greeted by one of your fellow midnight ballerinas. beaming in his face about how she can give him a good time but dex quickly declined, he wasn’t here for her.
he scouted the place out while he looked at all the girls on the poles, twerking and dancing on it for the customers in front of them while they sprayed money on their asses. dex didn’t pay them much mind, his head moving on to the next and the next girl until he found you.
you had on a sexy little set on which he expected, when he met you you were dressed nice then too, a tiny skirt and shirt that complimented your figure—just batting your lashes at him as if your wanted him to find you.. on the pole you were wearing light pink lingerie with stilettos that made you a whole foot taller, you had a different attitude compared to when he last saw you. you seemed focused—exuding a much more bewitching energy that attracted customers. you spun around and shook your ass for them, but what dex noticed and made him even more delusional is how you smiled at them.
it wasn’t geniuine, not like how you smiled for him back then.
and dex grinned to himself at that, the feeling had to be mutual he thought . and as soon as you were done with your little dance for whoever that was dex headed to you, sitting down in front of your stage and manspreading his legs out of one chair. you were going to go backstage and freshen yourself up until he sat down, locking eyes with the slightly familiar man.
“I’ll be right back okay baby?” you purred softly, dex nodded with a smile as he watched you, watching you turn around to strut into the decorated door. a hypnotizing sway of your hips as you disappeared behind it. you only took a couple of minutes to freshen up, applying more lipgloss and making sure your curls were still bouncy. soon after you came back out to dex, grabbing the pole and spinning your way around it with that sweet smile, letting go of it to pad down the little stairway towards dex. “so what are you here for?” you questioned as you made your way down.
you’re face to face with the older man as you put your hands on either side of his chair, bending down to get at eye level with him, your tits slightly spilling out your lacey bra.
“im here for you pretty girl.” dex murmured in that deep voice, it almost made you get flustered from how direct he man was. your eyelashes fluttering as you grinned at the compliment, making yourself comfortable and climbing into his lap like you do ten times a day. “yeah? what do you want from me handsome?”
the movements between you and the man feel natural for some reason, the way his big hands come up to rest on your glittery ass don’t feel uncomfortable. the way you’re looking him up and down as your hands move from resting at his shoulders to take off his cap to get a better look at his face feels so familiar. anyone would think you guys know each other from this interaction, your eyes were locked on each other as you breathed and it didn’t take long for you to put the pieces together.
“i feel like i know you.. what’s your name mister?” you ask, you have definitely seen this cute face before and this vibe is too intimate for you to have just met him.
“it’s dex. i ran into you a couple weeks ago, helped you with your groceries into your car.” dex stated calmly and you couldn’t help but jump in his lap with widened eyes. “i knew it! i knew i saw you from somewhere, oh im so glad you found me dex. thank you again for that!” you were even sweeter than dex remembered, he was worried he might be coming on too strong but you were thinking about him just as much as he was thinking about you.
and for about an hour you and sat and talked like that with him, it was a sweet conversation where you got to learn more about each other (most of the things you said already known by dex from his stalking). and by the nearing end of the convo you were interrupted by one of the girls, they said your boss had noticed you weren’t dancing or giving this man a lap dance so you either had to move on to a next customer or dance for this one.
“i wanna keep talking to you dex.. can i give you a lap dance?” you said, which came out more sheepishly than how you normally offer it. dex leaned in closer to you and curled his lip into a grin, “doesn’t everybody?” he said, which pulled a giggle from you.
you got up from dexs lap to circle around his chair, coming up behind him to ghost your lips against his ear and glide your hands on his chest. dex tensed up at that a bit. looking down at his shoulder to see your new set of nails, they were long and shiny with rhinestones adorning it. he could feel your breath on his neck, then the faint kiss of your lips on his earlobe before you walked back in front of him. you pulled out all your moves for dex, dancing to the beat of the music on his lap, you even let him touch and fondle you — which you never let other customers do. by the end dex was inevitably hard and you were sitting back in his lap.
“i have to get back to work but if I give you my number you’ll call me right? I like talking to you dex you’re sweet guy, much nicer than these pervs.” which of course he will— but your last sentence makes dex’s mind wander, who does he have to kill for bothering you?
“of course pretty girl, we’ll see each other again.”he says brushing a curl out your face, and you can’t help but give dex a small hug and a kiss on his cheek. you wrote down your number on his palm, batting your lashes and waving goodbye again in that sweet way like before.
…
dex showed up to your apartment with flowers two days later, you guys had scheduled a date over the phone and he had wanted to see you so badly. the date went well, food was nice and dex walked you home— but before dex could say goodbye you pulled dex into your apartment, now you wanted him badly.
it wasn’t long after that dex had you sprawled out in your bed with a needy pussy dropping just for him, dex was imagining you like this for weeks. he fucked you so well and sweetly that you let him sleep over. ever since then the two of you had been together.
this relationship is both you and dexs longest and most genuine. dex made you feel safe and protected, he never shamed you for your occupation which always made you fall in love with him again every time you thought about. other guys you dated couldn’t handle your lifestyle, they were too intimidated and tried to make you feel self conscious about it but not dex <3 dex can handle you, he knows how to fight and he trusts his girl.
your boyfriend went to all your shows, you bouncing on his arm as he walked with you into the club, such a daunting man with his little ballerina on his arm. dex even has access to go backstage with you, the other girls basically consider him as a bodyguard and can clearly see how happy he makes you.
dex stands at the wall watching you dance all prettily every night, smiling while you grind against the pole. he watches the way your hips swing around in a different set of lingerie each night, he knows you’re really dancing for him in these moments. if a guy gets to wasted and starts trying to take the girls home dex will interfere, taking the guy outback to “escort him to his car”.
god forbid a guy even touches you during one of your shows.
dex is always lurking somewhere in the club just watching you and making sure you’re safe, you always give him a little wink when you spot him during your dance. your boyfriend finds you before you can even look for him —if you signal that a guy is being a pervert, he handles it in his own way and comes back to be greeted with a big kiss of appreciation from you.
…
dex helps you collect all your money at the end of the night, he stays behind so you could bring it to your boss in a duffle bag to count it. drives you back home as you’re all tired and drowsy from working, especially since you got into the routine of dex coddling you, it was harder to be independent like before. he holds your hand to the door of your apartment where you are always wearing his jacket as a coverup from your lingerie and slippers that he keeps for you in his car as a replacement of your high heels.
once you guys get in he helps you take off everything and carries his sleepy girl to the bathroom to help wash you off from the long night. he helps you into your pajamas and you fall asleep in his arms, telling him you are so glad you ran into each other and how much you love him <3
How do you think stepdad!dex would react of you didn't pass the pussy inspection? Finds out his sweet little girl has been acting naughty with someone else? maybe she got a secret bf her age that she didn't want him to find out about
omgg the way he would crash out silently 😵💫 he wouldn’t let you know you didn’t pass immediately, he lets you figure out that you upset him and misbehaved..
like before you had told dex you were gonna hang out with some friends, dressed up a little to prettily to only be hanging out with your friends..
he even had to pull up your babydoll top because your tits we’re out just a little to much for his liking, he let you leave with a little smack to your ass and a kiss, telling you not to stay out late. and your stepdad let you leave the house with the impression that he would be waiting back at home for you—when he really followed his little girl the whole day.
dex trailed behind you all day while you walked cluelessly with a boy. dex had seen the guy dm you on insta when he went through your phone but ignored it, it was harmless and he trusted you.
but now he knows he shouldn’t have!!
you just wanted to have a little fun, and you barely even went all the way, only a few sloppy kisses and some dry humping with the guy before you got turned off and left.
you came back into the house around 8 pm which was just before the curfew dex set for you, tip toeing your way up the stairs. by the time you get to your room and open the door you can see your step dad sitting there calmly and you know you’re cooked <\3
he motioned for you to come sit and you made your way over there with little steps and your head bowed to the ground.
you told dex about your “hang out”, replacing the things you did with the boy with your friends instead—like going to the cafe with and having a little get together at their house. you were lying through your teeth and it was hard for dex to not teach you a lesson then and there. by the end of your lie, you were avoiding his gaze because you knew what was coming :(
“im glad you had fun sweetheart. just gonna touch you a bit before you go to bed alright? it’ll be quick i know you’re a good girl.” dex smiles behind you, you breath out a little “mhm..” as you lay your back on his chest, spreading your legs for him like usual. with each movement you knew dex was going to find out how extra wet you are today, cunt slick with arousal and you both knew why. your step dad flipped your skirt upwards on your tummy and tapped your hips so you could lift them up lightly to take of your damp panties, you heard a low whistle you as soon as they glided off you. “jesus baby..”
they were heavier than usual with a big patch of wetness in the middle which was already plausible evidence, but dex wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt since you were in for a heavy punishment anyway. you’re whimpering as dex ghosts his finger over your pussy, he’s kissing the back of your head and cooing, “aw s’alright princess I promise. it’ll be alright soon. just tell dad what happened to make you so wet hm?”
you really don’t want to. you’re shaking your head with a frown as dex finally touches your wet cunt, messy and hot to the touch. “di-didnt do anything daddy.. i dunno why s’wet please-“ you plead, squirming around while dex plays with your sloppy hole, prodding his fingers in your slit then taking it out to spread your drippings on your little bud. “you know better than to lie to me sweetheart.. is it that little boy that’s teaching you to lie to your dad like that? am I gonna have to talk to him?” and your eyes widen with fear immediately, you didn’t know that he knew about the boy and now you were really in for it..
next thing you knew you were stripped of all your clothes, your ass sore from how much he slapped and spanked it. it was sure to bruise tomorrow :(
your stepdad was fucking you in the harshest pace now, forcing your back into a painful arch as he bunched your hair in his fist. not a thought was in your brain from how deep dex was thrusting into you, you could feel every vein and inch in your achey pussy and there were no signs of him stopping. “raised you better than that baby.. tell me, are you gonna keep seeing that boy?” dex barked with a particularly deep rock of his hip, you could only respond with a whiney “mm”, your eyes probably rolled to the back of your head at this point.
dex chuckled before delivering a smack to your ass, “use your words.”, and you were babbling now to find them, lips all messy with drool. “wo-won’t see’hm again dad promise! m’sorry Im really s-sorry!” is what you cried out, feeling yourself cumming for the third time now and it hurt a bit. dex slowed his hips down a bit after hearing how genuine you sounded, the ripples of your ass lessoning. “I know sweetie i know, such a big girl telling me the truth.” dex huffs, grinding his hips into you slowly in a way that feels so good. you could hear the squelches of your mixed cum pooled between your legs, it’s all sticky and messy whenever dex moved :((
you whine out a “please don’t be mad daddy! I didn’t do anything with him p-promise..” again and again until you are a puddle of tears, chest heaving up and down in hopes that dex will believe you. your stepdad dad releases his hold on your hair and scoops you into his lap, immediately you curl into him and start sniffling in his shoulder about how sorry you are.. “there you go my sweet girl let it all out, i know you’re sorry. did so well for daddy, think you learned your lesson real well huh?”
you nod shyly, still hidden in the crevis of his shoulder as dex rocks you back and forth slightly, just until you stopped crying. “just needed dad to remind you who owns this pretty pussy yeah?” and you come up from his shoulder to whisper a needy, “yeah, needed daddy to remind me..”, kissing his lips softly while dex smoothes his hands over your throbbing ass with a smile.
omg need a fic where stepdad!dex gets overly jealous that reader has a boyfriend (even though he’s literally with her mom….) so he ends up showing her who he belongs to and says stuff like “you and i both know that boy can’t take care of you like i can” ahhhh
ugh he so would, every time he sees you with him he is scowling and just holding back on literally killing him right there because why is this boy making his little girl laugh like this?? he gets so in his head thinking abt someone else kissing you or holding you like he does— even though he has a wife..
so when you go to your parents room to tell them you are going out with your boyfriend tonight you only see dex in the room. sitting on the edge of the bed smiling when he sees you.
and an excited “oh hi daddy!” comes from your throat when you see him there all alone. making you pad over to him and slot your self between his legs, standing as your step dads hand naturally goes up to grope your ass. “i just wanted to let you know i was going out tonight.. is that alright?” you say batting your lashes at him in anticipation, your arms wrapping around his neck while his chin rests at your beating chest. and dex just gazes at you as if he was looking for the right response. “is it alright..” dex repeats. watching a flicker of hope spread across your face, loving when it turns into a frown :(
“you and that boy? I don’t know sweetheart I don’t think I approve.” is said with a shake of the head.
“but daddy-“ you groan to argue with him but he shuts that down quick, “don’t start. you can find something else to do, at home.” and you grumble in irritation, if he can go out when he wants why can’t you? you try to move from his hold, slightly turning so you can leave his room but dex holds you there. “give dad a kiss before you go—oh I know im so mean huh?” dex taunts as you give him a peck on the cheek quickly, less joyous then what you usually give him. and he lets you go as you stomp towards the door mumbling something.
“what was that?” and the sternness in his voice halts you right there, looking back to say “s’nothing..” but dex knows you, you rarely get bratty with him unless you really want something. meaning you must really, actually like this boy— which makes makes his gears turn in a twisted and sinister way. and this moment is the perfect time to teach you talking back is not going to fly with him.
and now he has your faces smushed into the pillow just plowing into you from behind :( telling you how you aren’t behaving like a good girl while shoving his cock into your throbbing hole, letting you know who you really belong to.
“don’t forget who takes care of you yeah? keeps this belly full and this pretty pussy feeling good.. say it baby, who does?” dex says forcing your head to the side, your lips smeared with drool. you slur out a “s-s’you dad..”, feeling arousal drip down your thighs probably cumming for the third time now.“ that’s right, no one can steal my little girl from me..” your step dad assures, picking up your head and putting into the harshest headlock, pounding his hard length up into to your cunt. and he’s shushing all your cries, holding you as you tremble in his grip. “my sweet fucking girl..” he’s mumbling, bottoming out in your cunt and claiming your walls with his cum.
OMgggggg pervy stepdad!dex with shy reader ^_^!!!!
oh he is constantly preying on you and relishes in the fact that you get so embarrassed by the littlest things, your voice always gets so sheepish and you can’t keep eye contact with him for the life of you.
like he purposely starts the most random conversations with you cos he knows it makes you nervous, just asking how you slept last night and you’re still so shy around him. eating your bowl of cereal with your eyes looking everywhere but at him while he drinks some coffee and stares at you.
and dex notices the little things like how shakey your voice gets when he forces you to talk to him for a long time, the goosebumps on your arms and the avoidant eye contact. he uses more pet names on you and touches you knowing you jump at every brush of his fingertips!!
plss and when he has friends over for maybe some kind of game night, he’s making you introduce yourself and adores when you basically hide and stick to him because in that situation he’s the only one you’re comfortable with. your step dad pushing you around telling you to tell the older men your name, sharing a chuckle with the men from how quiet and quick you say it. rubbing your shoulders up and down sweetly as he says, “sorry my daughter is a little shy, helpin her work on that.”
