Pregnancy with Poindexter
Dex x F!Reader BLURB
TAGS/WARNINGS: MDNI, smuuuttt, pregnancy, breeding kink, anxiety, riding dex my GOODD
Synopsis: the ways I think Dex would react to pregnancy 🫶🏼 this is just me rambling at 2 am
I’m torn between whether or not Dex would try to baby trap you.
On one hand: he’s possessive. Now you HAVE to stay. You’re having his baby. He has to protect both of you. That and he’s selfish. There’s no way you’ll leave him now. Not when he’s pumping round after round into you because what does it matter now? Oh, twins perhaps? It’s a little scary, but he can manage it.
On the other: Dex is selfish. Pregnancy could terrify him. His routine will be skewed, you’ll be exhausted, he’ll have to adjust to a new life and one with a screaming infant? You’ll be exhausted, miserable at times, he’ll have to work more, you’ll have to work more, and this world is already so fucked, he’s already so fucked-adding a kid to it? Not so sure about that.
I think if he’s okay with getting you pregnant? He’d be a fucking menace.
“Yeah baby, feel good?” His voice would be rough, demeaning as he rubs mean circles on your clit, the other hand palming, squeezing your tit. He’s got you bouncing on his lap, the kitchen chair squeaking beneath him. You both hope it’s sturdy enough to withstand the pace you’ve set.
“Y-yes Dex,” You’d manage, though your voice sounds strangled. Your feet are flat on the floor, and it’s so fucking easy to ride him like this. His dick feels so fucking good like this, and the pace you’ve set is all about you, all about making you feel good, making you cream for him.
And he loves it.
He grins, eyes half lidded as he watches your face twist in pleasure. Sweat’s gathered on your brow now, and he’s almost positive your legs are going to be sore after this. But in the cool, blue light of your darkened apartment, he can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.
He lets his rough, calloused palm slide up from the swell of your breast, smoothing along the front of your check until he gently wraps it around your throat. You moan when he does, head falling back when he squeezes.
“That’s it baby,” He coos, voice raspy, though he almost sounds breathless. “Just like that. Keep ridin’ me baby, make yourself feel good.”
He feels your pussy tighten when you sink onto him, his words urging you on. He knows how much you love it when he talks you through it, lets you use him to cum, get all fucked out and dumb on his cock.
The noises he’s pulling from you have his thighs flexing, balls tightening. Fuck, you feel too good. Your warm and wet and the obscene sounds escaping your conjoined bodies are making it incredibly difficult for him to not pin you down and sink himself into you at a pace that he knows will have you squealing for him.
Dex glances down at your pussy, and his face softens, mouth falling open when he catches sight of the creamy ring you’ve left around the base of his cock. Fuck, he loved it when you did that. He knew you were extra needy tonight, you’d been pawing at him since he’d walked in the door, said somethin’ about ovulating-
Dex’s hand tightened a fraction around your throat, his eyes glued to the soft curve of your belly as you started to grind on him. You were close, he could hear it in the way you were panting above him, the way were grinding back and forth on his lap, how he tightly you were gripping his shoulders.
“Fuck, Dex!” You were whining, thighs trembling. His thumb was still pinned against your clit, and he could feel how wet you were every time you pushed against him. He was just being mean now: keeping his hand still, letting you bump against his thumb as you rode him.
Dex’ lips pulled back, canines exposed as he suddenly dragged you closer to him. You startled, eyes flying open when he suddenly had you nose to nose.
“I should fuckin’ breed you,” His voice is almost a growl, brows lowered in a sort of scowl, hazel eyes darkened. “Put a baby in you right now. That what you want?”
He doesn’t miss the way your rhythm stutters, how your cunt tightens around him, or how your pupils blow even wider.
A choked mewl escapes you, and Dex tightens his grip around your neck, his other hand smoothing over your hip and grabbing a mean handful of your ass. He starts to rock you back and forth on his cock, urging you into a rougher, nastier pace, one controlled by him.
“Yeah, that’s what you want, isn’t it baby?” He’s louder now, voice roughened by the effort he’s putting into moving your body back and forth on his lap. “Want me to put a baby in you. Let me keep you, never let you leave.”
“D-Dex!” It’s a high pitched warning and your boyfriend knows you’re close, can feel and hear how obscenely wet he’s made you, and his lips curl back in a snarl before he’s pulling you in for a wet, sloppy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth but fuck he needs more, moremoreMORE-
“Dex, I’m gonna-!” He swallows your words, tongue pressing past your teeth as your rhythm turns sloppy. You’re convulsing against him, body pressing into his chest, whining into his mouth as you start cumming around his cock. You barely pull away from his mouth to urge him on-
“B-breed me Dex, fill me baby-”
Before he’s groaning into your mouth, grip bruising on your ass as he paints the inside of your pussy with his cum. You’re whining above him, and he knows you can feel how hard he is, how hard his fuckin’ dick is throbbing as he fills you.
Dex gently releases your neck from his grip when he finally starts to come down from his high, hand smoothing across your shoulder as you sink into him. You’re both slick with sweat, breathing laboured as your head drops against his muscles shoulder. Dex is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you against him, mouthing at your shoulder as you struggle to catch your breath.
“I hope it takes,” his voice is gravelly as he whispers against your skin. You only huff out a laugh, turning your head to peer up at the greying blonde.
“Ha ha, very funny Dex,” You manage, cheeks flushed.
Dex’ eyes are hardened though, focused, his jaw set as he peers at the wall ahead of him. Your brow shifts, concern flooding your features.
Oh. Oh he was serious.
Oh he was serious.
“Dex-” You start but Dex shushes you, a hand smoothing down your spine before he’s shifting his hips again, cock still tucked oh so neatly into your leaking pussy.
“Don’t move,” He warns. “Gotta make sure it takes.”
But if he didn’t want a baby?
“What do you mean?” His voice is curt, hard, his body stiff as he stares you down across the room. He’s got his clean shirt fisted in his hand, the windows casting a bright, grey light into the apartment around him. It was supposed to rain later, and the apartment felt cold.
You swallowed, trying not to look away from his narrowed gaze.
“I’m pregnant,” You repeated, this time more firmly. Fuck, you hadn’t expected him to be so…mean.
Yes, you had.
You’d just hoped he wouldn’t be.
“You took a test?” His voice was measured, controlled, features unmoving, though you could see the veins in his forearms beginning to show as his grip tightened on the shirt he was holding.
You nodded, chewing the inside of your lip. You let your gaze shift over your boyfriend-he was wearing a blue under armour t shirt and black runner’s pants.
It was his day off.
It was meant to be relaxing. A day to reset. Clean, do laundry, go over bills, organize.
This would throw a wrench in that.
Dex hated change.
You knew that.
“I took two,” Your voice was smaller this time. Resentment was starting to form in your chest. It felt ugly and wrong, but this was so sensitive and Dex was staring at you like you’d just kicked dirt at him.
“How did this happen?” His tone was almost biting and you caught yourself rolling your eyes, hand coming up to run through your hair.
“I think it’s pretty obvious Dex-” You start, though your voice is laced with anger now.
“That’s not what I meant,” Dex interrupts you, turning to toss his shirt onto the couch. The laundry was partially folded. He’d only gotten halfway through. “I thought you were monitoring your cycle-” He huffed a breath, catching himself before he spoke again, “we were monitoring your cycle.”
You felt yourself feeling the need to shrink, suddenly feeling like a stranger in your boyfriend’s apartment. Was it really shared? Or was it just his?
You felt unwanted.
Shame bubbled up in your chest.
“I guess we weren’t safe enough,” Your voice is much softer as you speak, but this time you refuse to meet Dex’ gaze.
Dex is unmoving as he stares at you. The small, polished kitchen suddenly felt like it was miles and miles in length, like the island and the chairs separating you were mountains instead of exactly that: chairs.
Dex’s hands are balled into fists at his sides, lips pulled into a thin line. His chest is shifting as his breathing picks up. There’s a moment of tense silence before he scrubs a hand down his face, blinking rapidly, eyes wide as he does. He sinks onto the couch behind him, elbows resting on his knees, hands covering his mouth.
“I can’t do this. I can’t raise a kid. I don’t want a kid.”
His words leave you breathless, chest tightening to an excruciating degree. You feel your body still, a heavy weight twisting painfully in your stomach. Despite your own fears, and the wretched, sinking feeling you’d had in your gut when that stupid second line had appeared, a part of you had hoped that Dex would have at least been kind about it.
But his eyes were wide, unseeing as he stared at the floor ahead of him, usually combed back hair rather disheveled from having run his hand through it.
What had you expected, really? Dex was a psychopath. Sure, he loved you, but you were the first and only person he’d ever loved. Why on earth would that extend beyond that?
You take a slow, measured breath before running a hand down your face. “Look, I’m gonna go-”
“Hey, Y/N, no-” Dex is moving towards you before you have a chance to turn. His hands are suddenly on your shoulders as he forces you to face him. “Don’t leave. Please.”
You suck in a deep breath through your nose, ribs expanding as you struggle to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. His face is,..almost unreadable, brows dipped ever so slightly.
He was trying to control himself.
You weren’t sure if that hurt you.
You think it did.
“I…” He’s slow to speak, lips pressed into a thin line as he swallows. “I don’t know how to react. I could sit here and say this is great news, but I would be lying.”
You realize he’s trying to implement the things you’ve talked about, the skills, the management of his…tendencies. When you’d first started dating, Dex had been…explosive at times. He’d tried to hide it from you at first, but eventually his past had caught up with him. Understandably so. But after almost losing you after one too many arguments and too many bloodied nights after a night out as Bullseye, Dex had started to implement skills he’d learned in therapy.
It was that or lose you. He was pretty certain he’d descend into genuine madness if he lost you.
That being said, he liked what you two had. He liked your routines, the rhythm, the lifestyle you had set. Adding a baby to that? It would…change things. Change you, change him, change the relationship. What if you drifted from him? What if that thing made you sick? Would you have to move? Was the apartment big enough? And the diapers, the filthy clothing, the bile and bodily fluids-
You could see in the way that Dex’ eyes had shifted that he was losing himself in an anxious loop. A rather awful one, you presumed, given how anxious you were.
Dex could not go down that path again. Not now. You needed him, but you also couldn’t babysit his episodes anymore.
“Hey,” You reached up, softer this time, your hand settling gently against his cheek. “We have time to…think. Okay?”
“I want to be selfish with you,” Dex confessed. “I’m not…good at these things. Not really. Other people’s children…it’s different. It’s-”
“An act,” You finished for him, painfully aware of Dex’ diagnosis. “I know. But…this isn’t something you’ve ever thought about?”
Dex blinks at you before shrugging. “Maybe in passing. But I’ve never really gotten this far in a relationship before.” His words are measured but honest. “The others were…really only for looks. Just to see if I could do it. I didn’t really care about them. Not like you.”
“Well you did stalk me,” You offer lightly, though your face twists as you realize the relationship you have with this man. What was wrong with both of you? Jesus. “One step at a time? I just found out twenty minutes ago.”
Dex nods slowly, stiff, like he’s forcing back a panic attack. “Yes…okay.”
You raise a brow, blinking slowly up at him. “Why don’t you go finish folding your laundry? Will that help?”
Dex nods once, but before he turns to go he sets a large, warm palm on your belly. “I’m trying to be…open,” He manages, though it’s stiff.
“Yea,” Your voice sounds…smaller. “I know.”
THE END
Anyways, let me know if y’all see the image or not. Idk if I wrote him well???
