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You're Late

Benjamin (Dex) Poindexter x fem!reader

{ wc } 8,593 { summary } When Dex is late for the home-cooked meal you planned, he's desperate for your forgiveness and jumps at the chance to prove his devotion to you... { warnings/notes/content } MDNI (18+), NSFW, smut, body worship, some light dom/sub dynamics, degradation, praise, submission, humiliation, orgasm denial, orgasm control, delayed orgasm, drool/spit, slight choking, teasing, biting, vaginal fingering, kissing, making out, dry humping/grinding, finger sucking, finger fucking, oral sex F/receiving, oral sex M/receiving, hair pulling, nipple play/sucking, thigh riding, restraint, overstimulation, begging, light masochism, light sadism, filthy talk lol

“You’re late.”

Dex sank to his knees before you, with a gentle thud. His broad shoulders slumped as he placed his thick hands around your calves; gingerly, holding himself back, as if afraid you’d flee at his touch. Maybe you should.

But then, Dex turns his pretty, rugged, stupidly sexy pouty face up towards you and catches your eye. This behemoth of a man. A killer. A murderer, truthfully. And he’s gazing up at you through his lashes with the most pleading green doe eyes you’ve ever seen.

“I’m sorry, baby. I-I messed up. Please don’t be mad at me. Please…”

His soft begging nearly broke you. He can’t stand the idea of hurting you in any shape or form, let alone you being upset with him. He’d do anything to make you happy. Seriously, anything. Whether he’d admit it out loud or not, Dex craves validation. Especially from you. He needs to know you’re happy with him. That he’s doing a good job. That he is good. It was sweet, really… and a little sad, given his fraught upbringing. You typically give him everything he could want and more: assurance, praise, and adoration, and he soaks up every last drop. But, once in a while, you like to make him work for it. Dangle what he needs, just out of his reach.

It’s not that you want him to grovel for it…actually, yeah, that’s exactly what you want. Why lie? You loved the way he begged. Loved the way you could so easily bring a fucking force of nature to his knees. Plus, Dex always jumped at an opportunity to prove himself to you. He liked to work for it.

“I don’t think you are.”

Dex groans throatily, shuffling forward. He rested his head heavily against your thigh, nuzzling it slightly before looking up again, even more distraught. There was a crinkle between his brows, and his voice was strained as he murmured,

“I am. I’m so sorry. Please.”

You sighed and ran your hand through his sandy blonde hair, the light glinting off the collection of undeniably sexy silver strands along his temples. You cupped his cheek, and Dex keened into your touch, letting out a breath at the physical contact. You let your thumb graze over his parted mouth, dragging down his bottom lip slightly. You could feel his breathing pick up as you let your thumb rest there. His jaw opened, and you dipped your thumb into his mouth slightly, tracing over his bottom teeth and wet inner lip. His eyes met yours as he took the tip of your thumb into his slack jaw, closing around it and sucking on it just enough to send a pool of warmth to your core.

“Show me, then.”

Dex didn’t need to be told twice. You’d played similar games before. Though his eyes still had that puppy-dog sheen, you could see his lips tempting to perk up into his signature wry smile. You removed your thumb from his lips, and Dex let his mouth fall open a bit. He ran his lower lip over the smooth skin of your thighs, his eyes fluttering closed. The tip of his tongue slipped its way out, tasting you. The sensation sent chills up your spine, but you remained in control.

You stroke his hair gently, and Dex nearly purrs against your thigh. He doubles his efforts, leaning into it more, his breaths coming in short puffs. He leaves sloppy kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, sucking the soft flesh into his eager, warm mouth. His hands explore your bare legs, rising to the backs of your thighs. You gripped his hair then, hard, jerking his head back to look up at you. Dex’s mouth was agape, lips pink and wet. A little gasp left his throat at the quick jolt, trailing off into a soft, lewd groan. Now that wry smile was fully spread across his chiseled, scarred face.

“Please,” he whispered hoarsely. He grinned crookedly, eyes heavily lidded now, “I’ll be good. I swear…”

You held him there a moment, pretending as if you could possibly refuse that fucking face. Finally, you loosened your grip enough for him to surge forward, his mouth meeting the skin of your thigh once more. This time, he was voracious, his teeth pinching your skin enough for you to let out an involuntary yelp. He soothes the area with his tongue before moving higher, and higher, and higher. He noses at the trimmed edge of your thin, minuscule shorts; it is a hot day after all.

With a quick glance at you, he buries his face between your thighs without a second thought. Your other hand drags through his hair, pulling him in slightly as you give a little roll of your hips. He groans into your clothed pussy, your arousal and his watering mouth quickly dampening the fabric that barred him from his meal. The warm air and vibrations of his voice reverberated in your core, initiating another jerk of your hips into his face. You could feel his smug grin widening against you.

His wide, rough hands grip the back of your thighs, kneading and pawing at you. They rise to cup your ass, pushing you forward even further into his face. You let your eyes drift closed, savoring the filthy sounds Dex emits into your crotch, and the feeling of his wet mouth desperately trying to get even closer. He might be enjoying this even more than you are. His hips had a mind of their own, rocking against nothing in search of friction. But all his conscious attention was on you.

His eyebrows knit up in concentration, sharp eyes either examining your expression or fluttering closed from his own arousal. His mouth never stopped working, his nose perfectly butting against your clit, right on target. Dex was already desperate to get closer, but the position of your bodies and the cloth that separated his needy tongue from your pussy only furthered his irritation and desire. Still, though, he had to be good for you. He had to do what you wanted—anything for you. Plus, a little delayed gratification certainly never hurt anyone.

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking into his touch when Dex moved his mouth to suckle right over your clothed clit. You moaned, not caring who heard, and Dex responded with a muffled, broken sound of his own, again sending shockwaves through your pussy. You were starting to sweat a little in your light loungewear, so you couldn’t help but speculate just how hot Dex is in his full tactical suit. His cheeks were pink with exertion, and you could feel the roots of his hair dampening with perspiration. Awww, he was working so hard.

Without warning, you stepped back quickly, sending Dex toppling forward. He caught himself quickly, one arm firmly planted on the ground. He was panting like a dog, his knees spread wide. Dex attempted to catch his ragged breath before raising his heavy gaze to meet yours. His eyes were blown out, his pitch-black pupils obscuring any hints of his pretty green irises. The bottom half of his face was flushed, his lips parted and wet, his tongue darting out to lick them.

Dex looked positively drunk on your pussy, before even getting a proper taste.

Even through his deep blue protective gear, you could distinctly make out his hardening bulge. He clearly had no intention of hiding it, as his knees spread even wider with your lingering gaze, his lips drifting into a lazy, cocky grin. He wanted you to see what you were doing to him. For a cold-blooded killer, Dex could be so vulnerable with you. Like he was leaving that other life the second he walked in the door. Here, he wasn’t Bullseye. He was yours to play with. All yours.

Dex’s expression was lust incarnate as he waited, so patiently, for instructions.

“Get up.”

He rose slowly, his knees popping with the effort of lugging up his bulky frame. Standing, it was easy to picture just how threatening he’d be in a fight: nearly twice your size, with incredible stamina, terrifyingly accurate aim, and a psychotic lack of fear, no matter the situation. Dex also had a perpetual predatory slouch, his chin tucked, head cocked, and a glint in his eye, like he was sizing you up for a meal. And yet, despite all this, Bullseye eagerly awaited your commands.

“Take off your suit.”

His chest heaved as the corner of his mouth twitched up into a wider smile, revealing his teeth.

Dex had already slipped off his gloves and balaclava upon walking in the door, exposing his mournful expression over missing the dinner you made especially for him. It wasn’t anything serious like an anniversary or a birthday, just a gesture, something nice for Dex. He worked so hard, always beaten, bloodied, and sore; he deserved a home-cooked meal and a nice hot bath for two. Despite the dinner being on the books for a week, Dex was over 2 hours late, stumbling in the door, overflowing with apologies. Something about a mission going sideways, blah blah blah: there was always something. Truthfully, you weren’t surprised, or even actually angry. But, the second you saw just how terrible he felt, that little sadistic part of you (the one Dex liked so much) couldn’t help but twist the knife.

So, here he is. Exactly where he wants to be.

Dex’s hands rose, and he languidly unclipped the taut leather pistol harness stretched across his broad chest. It slid off easily, and he let it thunk to the ground. He moved slowly on to his belt, with all its little secret pockets and holsters. He took his time unbuckling it, gazing at you all the while, before sending the heavy thing to the ground as well. He did it so offhandedly that a few knives skittered out from their tactical sleeves. But Dex didn’t seem to care, his attention solely on you. You noticed that several of the knives typically sheathed on the belt were nowhere to be found. Probably embedded in the skulls of some AVTF agents somewhere. Serves them right.

He pulled out another from behind his back. And another. And another from his boot. And a few more–Jesus, how many did he have?

Finally, all his weapons discarded, Dex lifted the hem of his deep blue long-sleeve and pulled it up and over his head. You noticed the tiny bit of effort it took; his sore muscles clenching after the long day he’d had. As the shirt joined his weapons on the floor, you took in his physique; he was all hard planes, ridges, and contours. His chest, with its smattering of hair, was so broad and thick with tense muscle that you felt the overwhelming urge to just sink your teeth in. His shoulders were hulking, leading to his enormous biceps and veined forearms. His torso was undeniably toned, but dense with muscle and bulk, and a light, happy trail teasing its way below the hem of his tactical pants. His fair skin was littered with scars and a few fresh bruises from wherever he had just come from. Certainly not the worst you’d seen in your time together.

Dex motioned to unbutton his pants, but you stopped him before he could.

“Come here.”

Dex crossed the few feet in between you in a matter of milliseconds, immediately forcing you to crane your neck up at him. Still, he did not touch you. He waited. As you reached out to touch his chest, you could feel the anticipation bursting through his warm skin before you even made contact. You ran your hands over his taut muscles, taking your time, dragging them down slowly to his abdomen. You pressed on Dex’s aching muscles here and there, knowing exactly where he was always sore, earning little sighs from him. You reached around his waist, letting your nails run gently over his skin. You followed the seam of his spinal scar gently with one fingertip, starting from his neck, all the way down to his curved lower back, intercepted by the waist of his low-slung pants. You left a trail of goosebumps in your wake, and Dex shuddered lightly at the sensation. You brought your hands around to his lower stomach, feeling up his sturdy abdomen. He had a deep bruise forming near his ribs, and you ran your fingers over it, pressing just the tiniest bit.

Dex sucked in a shaky breath, suppressing a whinier sound that threatened to escape. Your eyes dart up at him, sticking your bottom lip out with a bit of exaggerated sympathy. “Aww, you poor thing. Does that hurt?” Dex swallows thickly and gives a tiny nod, avoiding your eyes. “I’m sorry baby,” you whisper. You lean down and press a ginger kiss to the bruise, letting your hands fall to his waistband, tugging slightly. You tighten your grip on his waistband, pulling him into you. You continue to kiss his blossoming bruise, licking the tender area, using more pressure. Dex let out a gravelly groan from the back of his throat, of both pain and pleasure. You can feel his heartbeat racing under your lips, and you suck the skin into your mouth. Dex whines, then, his hands unable to stop themselves from threading through your hair. You smile against his skin, his big hands pushing you closer, masochistically. You notice his hips rocking slightly as his head cranes down to watch you. You apply even more pressure, unafraid of hurting him… because, perversely, that's exactly what Dex wants. You suck the bruise into your mouth before letting him go, the skin now reddened from your torment. Dex’s hands fell to his sides as you continued to kiss down his abdomen, sinking lower, teasing him, before rising to his pecs. Just as you imagined earlier, you closed your jaw over his thick muscle, leaving the indentations of your teeth behind. Dex groans deeply as you continue to bite and suck on his skin, his head lolling back as your mouth meets his throat. Your lips search his neck greedily, on the hunt for more of his pretty sounds.

“Please-” Dex mumbled, “Let me touch you.”

As he said this, you eyed his hands twitching at his sides; he was so desperate to be good for you. You drag your tongue up his throat, one hand reaching up to cup his face, turning his gaze down towards you. Your thumb finds the endearing dimple on his chin before hooking two of your fingers in his mouth. Dex exhales, needily, taking your fingers deeper into his mouth; he sucks them hungrily, savoring the feeling. Your tongue traces the sharp angle of his jaw, his light stubble tickling your lips.

You leave a kiss before landing on the jagged scar across his cheek. Your favorite of his entire vast collection. It made him look dangerous. Sexy. Your lips ghosted over the raised seam, followed by your tongue. Dex was about ready to fall apart beneath your touch, his mouth agape, letting your fingers explore his warm tongue and sharp canines. He never understood what you found so attractive about his ragged scars, but knowing you found him beautiful despite (and because of) his flaws made him love you all the more. He grew to crave your caresses of his most vulnerable spots. Your tongue departed the scar on his cheek, and your fingers left his mouth, to his disappointment, but he was quickly eased. Your soft lips brushed his ever-so-slightly, and you could feel his stuttering breath on yours.

“Touch me, Dex.”

As your lips fully met his, Dex’s hands flew to your body, groping everywhere at once, unable to decide on a more permanent position. From your ass, to your hips, to your lower back, your tits, your neck, your hair, everywhere he could get his grateful hands on. Your mouths met fiercely, intoxicated with each other. As your teeth clashed, you could taste the metallic sting of blood; either from whatever shenanigans Dex had got himself into earlier, or from the way you tugged sharply on his lower lip. Dex’s mouth was so hungry on yours, immediately taking the lead; he kissed you carnally like it was the only thing he thought about all day long. And it probably was. He oscillated from sucking on your lip, to exploring your mouth with his tongue, to cocking his head this way and that for a better angle; all the while keeping a fast, gratifying rhythm that left you breathless. It was the kind of kissing that makes your mind go blank, except for the thought of: why aren’t we doing this all the time, 24/7?

Dex’s deft fingers could feel your nipples hardening through your thin tank top, and it took all his willpower not to rip it off of you right then and there. Be good, be good, be good. He trailed his strong hands down your body, mapping every curve and swell as if for the first time. It was like that every time with Dex, always reverent. Always with a twinge of gratitude and disbelief that you allow him to touch you, even just look at you. But you do, every time. And it drives Dex wild. A sudden tight squeeze of your ass elicited a hiss from your lips, which he quickly swallowed. His wide hands pressed your hips into his, and you moaned as you immediately felt how hard he was. You rolled your hips into each other, dry humping like teenagers, but fuck, it felt so good. Your tongues slipped into each other's mouths, the feverish kisses growing even messier. You were both breathing heavily now, clawing at each other, grabbing whatever you could.

Your hands just couldn’t leave his body, one gripping his hair, the other groping his chest so hard your nails left crescent-shaped indents into his reddening skin. He moaned breathily into your mouth as you dug your nails in deeper.

His hand found your hair, and he tugged it back, exposing your neck to him. It allowed you each to catch your breath momentarily, a string of spit still connecting your reddened lips. Dex bowed his broad frame down, and his mouth met your sensitive flesh once more. He gnashed his teeth against your throat, his soft lips sucking marks to remember him by. You instinctively jerked your hips, whining his name. He responded only with a returning grind of his hips and a hum into your neck. Your head was starting to spin. Dex had always been able to get the upper hand at lightning speed, knowing just how to make you fold under his touch.

You snake your hand between your bodies and cup his hard-on, making him groan as he continues to leave bruises on your throat.

As a pair, you stumbled noisily through your shared apartment, ending up with you pressed against the wall of the kitchen. He was so close to you, his heavy form crushing yours; you nearly forgot to breathe. “S’that what I missed?” Dex grumbled, nodding his head towards the set dinner table. Feeling self-righteous, you had left dinner on the table hours ago, untouched, ready to serve. Naturally, the food was now cold, and probably would go to waste, all to ‘teach Dex a lesson.’

“Looks good,” he murmurs, kissing your cheek and temple sweetly, his lips curving into a subdued smile. You brush him off, making to step away. “Does not. It looked good two hours ag-” You were abruptly cut off by Dex pushing you against the wall again, all the air leaving your lungs at the arousing display of his strength. His forehead met yours, and the air grew even hotter between you. He corners you in, arms on either side of your head, forcing you to focus on him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his adrenaline still pumping from his mission. Despite his assertive body language, his voice was strained and dripping with desperation,

“I said I was sorry.”

Dex sounded so earnest, you almost gave in. However, it was always fun to see just how far you could push him. You simply and slowly shake your head no, instantly watching the fire grow behind Dex’s darkening eyes. He huffs, his desperation growing, and grabs at the hem of your tank top, quickly pulling it up and over your head before you can so much as utter a word. His mouth is on your tits in milliseconds, and you gasp, your head hitting the wall behind you. His large hands are splayed out across your ribcage, coming up to palm your breasts as his mouth alternates between your nipples. You start to rub your thighs together involuntarily, whining as he swirls his tongue around each sensitive bud. Dex is two steps ahead, though, planting his thigh against your crotch so you have no choice but to humiliatingly hump his leg just to relieve some of the building pressure in your core. Your hips have a mind of their own as Dex continues devouring your tits, rolling lewdly against him, his thigh hitting your pussy at just the right angle to make you moan. Just as you start becoming more frantic, your hands tangling in his hair, Dex pulls away with a devilish smirk.

As his lips meet yours again, he suddenly grabs you from beneath your thighs and lifts your legs up and around his trim waist. Immediately, your center met his bulge, right on target, causing you both to gasp into each other's mouths. Your hands run through his hair, tugging and stroking as you grind shamelessly against his cock. Dex buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, either trying to hide his expression or focus on not coming in his pants. You roll your hips against him deeper, testing your theory, eliciting a broken whimper from the man pinning you against the wall. Dex starts feverishly sucking on the base of your neck, moving to your shoulder, and down to the top of your breast.

You’re panting, feeling beads of sweat accumulate on your temples. It’s all too good. The feel of his confined bulge rutting against your clothed center. The depraved sounds he’s making into your neck as you tug his hair. The way he only needs one of his big hands to hold you up, cupping and squeezing your ass in the process, the other playing with your nipple. It’s all too good, and yet you need more.

“Dex?” you pant. “Mm,” he replies, his mouth unwilling to depart from your exposed cleavage.

“W-want you to be good, and fuck me.”

Dex goes momentarily rigid and groans, his eyes closing heavily as his mouth slowly leaves the swell of your breast. He rises to his full height, leering down at you darkly, causing your stomach to flip. Without another word, he picks you up like you weigh nothing, throwing you over his shoulder. He’d done this several times before, and yet still the ease with which he lifts you makes your thighs clench together. Dex thuds heavily to the bedroom, your head bobbing in the air as you watch his toned ass move. You were plopped unceremoniously on the bed, and immediately spread your legs for Dex to join you.

But still, ever the good boy, he waited for your approval, his knees just brushing the side of the bed. Looking up at him, you had to just take a moment. His pretty mouth was open, panting. His high cheekbones flushed. His cropped hair fluffed from your frantic fingers raking through it. His massive chest rising and falling, a little reddened from your incessant groping. And then there was his poor, aching cock, desperate to be freed from his combat pants; his throbbing bulge almost comically pronounced. He was so hard. He wanted you so bad.

You lean forward and palm his erection, making his breath catch in his throat. His head tips forward, watching your wandering hand, as a low groan rumbles through his chest.

“Y/N…” he mumbled, “Please.”

You added more pressure, gripping the outline of his hard member. “Does that feel good, baby?” Dex nods weakly in response, his words lost in the haze of his debauched pleasure. You replace your hand with your mouth, kissing his hard length through his pants. You hear Dex’s breath stutter when you press a warm open-mouthed kiss to his tip, even letting your tongue dampen the tight fabric of his pants. He let out a needy, breathless sound as you continued. You could tell he was positively vibrating with anticipation, but if he wants your praise, he has to earn it. And he’s trying so hard to be good. To do whatever you say.

You unbutton his pants, hearing a long-held breath leave his parted lips. Slowly, you bring his zipper down, watching as his big hands tremor in anticipation. You press a kiss to his taut lower stomach, the wisps of his happy trail grazing your lips. You kiss your way down, sucking gently here and there, pulling the elastic of his briefs down with you until more and more of him is revealed. You let the elastic snap against him, earning a breathless chuckle from Dex. You continued downward, lowering his briefs further. Dex’s head has fallen back by the time you reach the base of his shaft, and you so love watching his face for this part.

“Dex,” you murmur against his skin, “Look at me.”

Dex obeys, adjusting to look down his nose at you, his eyes heavily lidded. He’s the picture of bliss, and you haven’t even started yet. You grip the waistband of his black briefs and pull them down enough to free his dick entirely. It immediately springs back up, and you let it hit your lips, kissing his sensitive tip. Dex shudders, and his wide hands clench and unclench. Your tongue laps at the head of his cock, licking his slit. You swirl your tongue around it, and your lips suction his tip into your mouth before releasing, earning a choked gasp from Dex. You wrap one hand around the base and begin kissing and licking down the length of his shaft. You follow one large vein with your tongue, admiring for the umpteenth time just how sinfully perfect his dick was.

Dex’s cock was heavy. Thick. He had a winning hand at both length and girth; the soft skin of his tip was blushed pink, already beading with precum before you even began your simple ministrations. He was struggling to keep his eyes open as you took him in your mouth, swallowing half of his length in one go. His lashes fluttered shut as your hand began pumping the inches your mouth couldn’t reach, and a groan escaped his throat. His Adam's apple bobbed, swallowing more sounds as you picked up speed. Your lips left his tip with a pop! making Dex open his eyes, feeling the loss of your mouth immediately.

“Can’t hear you, Dex.”

Dex let out a shuddering breath, eyes not leaving yours. You gave him a small smirk before taking him in your mouth once more, satisfied to hear the throaty moan that left him the second you did. You continued to suck him off; his needy sounds only goading you on. You take him deeper in your mouth, breathing through your nose, your eyes beginning to water. His tip kissed the back of your throat, and he moaned tremulously. You even allow him to thread his thick fingers through your hair, steering you slightly. With his tight grip on your hair, you could tell he was doing everything in his power to refrain from taking control; snapping his hips into your face, watching as tears rolled down your cheeks, the way you gag and moan around him only pushing him closer to the edge. But that was for another time. Dex kept his eyes on you as best he could, but he was fading quickly.

“P-please, y/n. M’gonna come if y- ohhhfuuuck -if you keep doin’ that.”

You pull off his cock, and begin stroking it with two hands, catching your breath. “Oh yeah?” you respond, “You close?” Dex nods briskly, groaning at the new pressure from your soft hands. “Good.”

You release his member, letting it bob in the air, free of your grasp.

Dex stutters, his hips jerking forward at the sudden loss of contact. His eyes snap to you, wide, confused, pleading. “You don’t deserve it yet,” you state matter-of-factly, settling back on your haunches. You felt like a degenerate, revelling in his obvious desperation. The way his eyes went wide and helpless, the way his cock twitched without the stimulation he so carnally desired. Dex got a hold of himself, though, and nearly scoffed, swallowing his dismay. He paints on a more restrained expression that doesn't quite reach the hunger in his eyes. “Thought you forgave me?” he grumbles. You smile in return, offering no sympathy.

Dex wraps one of his hands around his length, his thumb brushing over the tip. He maintains eye contact as he gives it a long, sensual stroke. Acting as if he would disobey. You cock your eyebrow, and Dex sighs. He painstakingly tucks himself back into his briefs, looking almost painfully hard at this point. But he took it like a champ, already cocking his head, waiting for your next direction. You didn’t even need to speak; you simply opened your legs wide, and his eyes drew right to your center. The fabric of your shorts was bunched up and damp in places from his previous attack on your cunt; but this time, he wasn’t going to let a few pieces of fabric obstruct him from his favorite pastime. Dex kneeled on the bed, his heavy frame sinking the mattress several inches. He leaned forward on his muscular forearms and crawled closer to you, settling between your legs. His face was dark, frustrated, and needy, but loving every second of it.

Dex didn’t have the strength to tease you again; as much as he loved to watch you fall apart, he needed to taste you now. He hooked his deft fingers around the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down along with your underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them aside carelessly. Dex settled back on his knees, one of his hands stroking your thigh, his quick eyes studying your bare pussy perversely. It had taken some time, but you’d grown out of feeling self-conscious by this point. Dex was simply a starer by nature. You’d gotten accustomed to feeling his overbearing gaze on you at even the most intimate of times. He liked to study you, often from afar, but especially up close and personal.

“So pretty for me,” Dex murmured, almost to himself, “So perfect.”

He settled down in between your thighs, his breath ghosting over your sensitive core, making you shiver. Before you could tell him to get a move on, his eyes flitted up to yours as his lips met your clit, leaving a chaste kiss before letting his tongue trace the sensitive bud. A whine ripped from your throat immediately, and you raised your hips into his touch. Dex gripped your thigh then, pressing you down harshly into the mattress to keep you still. You whimpered at his aggressive touch, loving how easily he manhandled you. He held your thighs down, opening you up completely for him, totally at his mercy–yet he gave you none. You heard a dark chuckle from the man below you, and his tongue darted out to trace your opening.

“She’s droolin’ for me, y/n.”

Fuck. He attacked your cunt like a man starved, sucking brutally on your clit before flattening his tongue and licking long stripes through your folds. Dex was a neat freak in every aspect of his life, except for sex. He liked it dirty, sweaty, and preferred you not to shower before burying his face in your wet heat. It made you nervous at first, but Dex was like an animal, dead set on your scent. Your head started to swim, and the low vibrations from Dex’s lewd moans into your core didn’t help your situation. Despite his strong arms pinning you down, you did the best you could to buck your hips into his face, overstimulated yet frantic for more. Your hands gripped his hair, trying to force him even deeper into you. Dex smiled against your pussy, and released one of your legs, which immediately clamped to the side of his head. He used his now free hand to rub tight, perfect circles into your clit, while his tongue explored your opening. You threw your head back, moaning his name, which only made Dex ten times harder. The poor thing rutted his hips into the mattress, searching for any relief for his aching cock as he continued to devour your cunt.

He began fucking you with his tongue, sliding the taut muscle in and out of your hole, making you shudder as he also sped up the pressure on your clit. The wet sounds of his mouth against you were pornographic, yet nearly drowned out by your own whining, growing in volume as you approached your orgasm. Dex could tell, because of course he could. His tongue left your hole, switching places with his fingers. His teeth grazed your clit, causing you to cry out. You could feel him smiling cockily as he left delicate wet kisses before swirling his tongue around your sensitive nub.

“Shhh, you’re alright,” he murmured, dripping with condescension.

His fingers slowly opened you up, curving to meet that perfect spot that made your mind go pathetically blank. He really did have perfect aim. “Fuuuck Dex,” you whined, tugging his hair recklessly. You rocked your hips against his digits, basically doing his work for him. Dex started whispering vulgar things against you, only some of them reaching your ears.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers.”

“Y’gonna come like this, baby?”

“Oh look at you, gorgeous…fuck, you’re so close, I can feel it.”

“C’mon, make a mess. Come on my fingers.”

The combination of Dex’s fingers inside you, the way he expertly stimulated your clit, and the endless stream of depraved language made your legs start to shake. Dex took it as a challenge, pushing you even further past your breaking point. His tongue started lapping eagerly at your clit, while his middle and ring fingers continued to fuck you. Just as you were about to come, Dex reared his head back, removing his fingers, glancing up at you smugly.

Before you could yell at him (for honestly doing the exact same thing you just did to him), Dex opened his mouth wide, letting his tongue roll out. He was positively drooling for you. An obscene mix of your wetness and his saliva began to dribble right down onto your clit, making an even bigger mess of you. You whimpered at the hedonistic sight, bucking your hips, trying anything to get him to touch you again. But Dex clamped his impossibly strong hands around your thighs, pinning you open and down. Your sensitive pussy was exposed to the cool air, and you whined, still chasing your orgasm, just out of reach.

“D-dex please,” you stuttered hoarsely, practically begging him to let you finish.

Dex just gave you his crooked grin, emphasizing his smile lines; his face pressed up against your thigh, watching you degrade yourself for him. Your chest heaved, your back was sweating, your hair a mess, your hands clawing at the sheets, your opening clenching around nothing; you were so fucking close. Just one touch would do it. Anything. Please, Dex. As if he could read your mind, Dex sucked in his defined cheeks and spat forcefully on your cunt, landing perfectly on your swollen clit.

Yeah, that would do it.

You came with an exasperated cry, your legs vibrating in his grip. You rolled your hips up into nothing, simultaneously in ecstasy and furious that Dex wouldn’t give you anything more. Your body felt like a live wire, jolting with every wave of your orgasm. Each surge ended in a crescendo of lewd moans and whimpers, leaving your throat dry as they just kept coming. Dex couldn’t be more smug if he tried, his jaw slightly falling open, mocking you. “There you go,” he whispered huskily. You continued to squirm, your orgasm eventually dissipating into light twitches across your oversensitive body. You swallowed, catching your breath, only to choke as Dex dove back into you once more.

“Dex!-” you gasp, “Fuck, f-fuck, ahh– d-don’t, please! Ohhh god…”

Your hips jerked into his face while also trying to pull away, as if your body couldn't decide. You were extremely sensitive, and Dex knew it. He licked through your folds voraciously, lapping up your juices, his tongue dipping into your spasming hole. The overstimulation hurt so good that your eyes started to sting with tears, your mouth falling open in a silent cry. He kissed his way up to your clit, sucking it harshly before releasing it.

Dex’s hands ran up your torso, landing with a squeeze on your plush tits. He used his soaked fingers to roll your nipple, pinching it before moving to the next. You were already painfully close to your second orgasm, having hardly come down from your first, and he knew how much you liked it when he played with your tits. Dex took a perverse enjoyment in breaking you like this, knowing exactly how much you could realistically take. One of your hands grips the sheets, the other pawing at his hair.

His mouth leaves your clit to rasp, “Sorry, baby, but I just gotta taste you again.” He offers a wry smile before returning his tongue to your folds.

You moan gutturally at his words, and your breath stutters in your chest. He chuckles against you, the low vibrations making you whimper. Your back arches impossibly, your hips rock into his face, and a tear rolls down your cheek from the blissful overstimulation. Dex gives a little groan into your cunt, rutting his erection against the mattress, and it's just enough to send you over the edge once more.

You come again with a broken sob, Dex’s mouth leading you through it this time. You pant into the air, sweaty body totally spent as you finally stop writhing. Dex gathers up all the wetness from your pussy, and swallows with a sinful groan that nearly makes you come again. You use the last of your strength to weakly kick Dex away from you, unable to take any more. He lets you, smiling lazily as he leans back. His mouth is wet with your arousal and his drool, and he licks his lips. His eyes are even darker than before, his chest rising and falling heavily. He zeros in on the tear you shed, cocking his head, and climbs over you, caging you in with his broad body. His arms plant firmly on either side of your head, and he leans down to lick the salty tear from your cheek. He leaves a sweet kiss in its place, making you smile.

He takes your jaw in one of his big hands and kisses you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You melt into it, intoxicated as his tongue explores your mouth, intertwining with your own. It’s already got you feeling that familiar warmth in your stomach, despite how exhausted Dex had left you.

“Good boy,” you whisper playfully, patting his cheek as he pulls away. You each like to pretend that it’s just a silly teasing phrase, even though you both secretly know just how obscenely hard it makes Dex.

Dex grins and chuckles, burying his face into your neck, hiding the blush that spreads on his cheeks. As he does, his body presses into yours, and you can feel every ridge of his throbbing dick through his briefs. “Aw, Dex…” you trail off, planting your hand firmly over his bulge. Dex clears his throat, face still hidden in your neck, shying away from the whine that threatens to break through. His hips jerk instinctually into your touch, and one of his arms falters near your head. He props himself up with one arm and drags the other hand through your hair, stroking it tenderly. He moves his head down to your exposed breasts, going slack-jawed as he hovers over your tits, letting his hot pants ghost over your skin.

He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and swirls his tongue over it, before releasing it with a pop. His hand gropes at the swell of your breast, while his mouth moves to the other; your chest arching up into his touch instinctually. “Perfect fuckin’ tits,” Dex murmurs, wholly preoccupied with teasing your hardened nipples. You laugh lightly, rolling your hips more to get a rise out of him, earning a throaty whine against your breast. You were just about to mentally praise him for his restraint when Dex suddenly pulls away with a huff, grabs your hip, and flips you onto your stomach in the blink of an eye.

You barely have time to process before his hands pin yours to the bed, and his cock is pressing emphatically against your ass. You moan wantonly into the mattress as he shamelessly ruts his hips against you. “Need to feel you,” Dex grunts, forehead meeting your shoulder. You arch your back, grinding your ass against his erection, words unnecessary. Dex groans, getting the message, and pulls away briefly to free his dick once more. His briefs hit the floor softly, and the head of his needy cock presses bluntly against your opening half a second later.

“Forgive me yet?” Dex mumbles, taking his time, lubricating his length through your folds. His head notches into your hole just slightly, enough to make you both gasp at the sensation. He reaches his hand towards you and hooks his fingers in your mouth, gathering your spit as you eagerly slobber on his fingers. When he retracts his fingers, you brattily shake your head no, “Mm-mm.”

Dex chuckles darkly near your ear, his tip entering you with ease.

“You will.”

With that, he slowly pushes himself into your cunt, his thick cock stretching you out deliciously. You moan deeply, and Dex can’t help but join you, his head sinking to your shoulder blade. He holds there for a few moments, letting your fluttering walls adjust to his size. You can feel his solid chest pressing into your back, his heart thrumming heavily against you. Your mouth is stuck in a permanent O, and Dex turns your head and brushes your hair aside so he can see the look on your face. He kisses your shoulder, his hips aching to jerk forward, but restraining himself for your sake. “Feel so–ah–so good, y/n,” he murmurs, his voice strained. You can only make an incomprehensible noise in response, his cock filling you out so well it was almost hard to breathe, let alone speak.

His hot puffs of air hit your skin as Dex gradually pulls out the very tip, before sinking right back into you. The feeling is absolutely heavenly. So overwhelmed, so full, you nearly feel the urge to cry. “S-so big, Dex. I-I can’t-” you whine, gripping him tightly, making Dex gasp slightly. Dex takes control, pinning your wrists with one hand, the other shifting your ass up. “Shhh, you can take it,” he grunted sagely, though you could hear the smile on his lips. He pulled out quicker this time, angling his hips for better leverage before thrusting himself back in. Now, he was perfectly hitting that spot deep inside you, the one that always made you scream his name…which is exactly what you did.

“Fuuuuck Dex-!”

Dex huffed behind you and pressed a deep kiss to your shoulder, his tongue lapping at the salty sheen of sweat. “Hah-- I know baby--Mmm, I know.” He says it like it’s painful, his body lurching on its own accord now. You could only lie there and take it, doing your best to arch your ass as his hips quickened their pace.

Dex’s weight was crushing, his hips now slapping against you depravedly, the sound filling every corner of the bedroom. With each thrust of his cock, a whimper rattled out of you, growing louder and louder. Dex was typically a talker, rambling filthy words into your ear as he fucked you nasty. Talking to himself when you went non-verbal, bouncing on his dick. Now, he was speechless, his only sounds being pants and grunts and broken moans as he slammed his cock deep inside you. It takes all his effort not to fall apart too early.

He releases your wrists, and his bulky arm wraps itself around your neck instead, holding you in place as he fucks you like a ragdoll. He knows he needs to control himself, needs to slow down and be good, but it just feels too fucking heavenly. You feel too heavenly. The combination of his heavy chest pressing into your back and his veined bicep around your throat was nearly suffocating you, but he was too focused on ruining your pussy to care. And you loved it. It made your eyes roll back in your head, and what little breath you had stick to your throat. You could feel the blood rush in your ears as your cunt began spasming around his cock.

That must have knocked some sense into him, because he started to slow down, trying to delay his own orgasm and draw out yours. Dex drags his cock out slowly, letting you feel his length, before returning it to your walls inch by delicious inch. He wished he could record the sound you made when he did that; it was downright obscene.

“Listen to that.” Dex rasped, his deep voice inches away from your ear. “Y’like when I fuck you like this, huh?” He emphasized his debauched words with a particular slow but deep glide of his hips, making you whine. “Like a slut.”

Being called such a crude name made your pussy clench around him, eliciting a groan from Dex. You loved it when he got mean. Degrading. Your mouth met his bicep, and you began sucking on the muscle, biting down to hold back your wails of pleasure. The feeling made Dex pick up speed again, his pelvis repeatedly meeting the soft plush of your ass with a smack.

“Y’forgive me?”

His words were staccato as he panted, slamming into you. You couldn’t believe he was still on this; it was adorable and so sexy that he simply couldn’t let it go. “C’mon, baby. Been so- -fuck- -so good f’ya. T-tell me you forgive me,” his voice was broken, breathless, and full of undeniable need. Unable to speak, still wrapped in an almost headlock, you did the best you could to nod. Dex breathed a heavy sigh and released you, making you gasp for a breath of fresh air. “Good,” he murmured. He straightened up to his knees, fucking you doggy-style, giving his aching spine a break. His free hand left to drag down your body, before landing a sharp slap to your ass.

“Now show me. Mmm- -Come on my cock, baby.”

You whimpered at the sting of his wide hand against your ass, but it made you so wet you almost worried he’d slip out of you. Dex gripped your hips forcefully, slamming you back onto his dick over and over again, the pace becoming brutal. The bed frame has started shaking wildly now, but it all feels too good for you to register something so trivial. Your upper body was limp, face pressed into the sheets, a wet spot forming around your gaping mouth. You were totally fucked out, yet you could feel the wave of your orgasm rising as Dex’s tip nearly hit your cervix. You could only whimper and whine pathetically into the sheets as you got closer and closer.

Dex didn’t need you to tell him; he could feel your walls gripping tensely around his member with every thrust. Watching his cock go in and out of you, he was nearing the end of his rope himself. But he was a gentleman… and a bit obsessive. You had to come first; otherwise, that meant he failed. And Dex didn’t ever want to fail you.

He lifted your hips up further, gripping both your legs for leverage as his hips pistoned into you.

“C’mon, pretty girl. I know you gotta - - fuck - - g-gotta another one in ya. Show me, y/n. Ah-- Please.”

Your walls clenched around him then, and he knew he did well. You came for the last time with a long, broken whine, your body tensing before going totally slack. Dex, so utterly pleased with himself, now felt he had permission to come. Your cunt fluttered around him, making him groan loudly, unable to hold back. He thrusted into you sloppily, desperately chasing his orgasm. His breaths were ragged, and if he weren’t so close, he’d flip you to see your pretty fucked-out face. Your oversensitive core continued to grip him, milking his cock. He was so close, fucking you with reckless abandon, grunting and moaning unabashedly.

“S-so deep-- Doing so good, Dex,” you mumbled, languished, muffled by the sheets.

But Dex heard you, sensing the praise like a shark with blood in the water. With that, he was unable to compose himself, melting into a babbling mess. “Ohh fuck - - feel-mmm, feel so good, I- -hah…F-fuuuck…I-I’m gonna-” he whimpered hoarsely, each roll of his hips growing messier by the second.

“Come in me, Ben. Please.”

The use of his real name sends Dex right over the edge. He goes impossibly still and then shudders, coming with a deep and depraved groan. His hips stutter as he pumps you full of his cum. You moaned with him, as the intoxicating feeling of his hot seed flowing through your used pussy bloomed. Dex thrusted weakly a few more times before settling, spent. He deflated on top of you, his mass once again crushing you. But you loved it. Your sweaty bodies stuck together as you each panted, regaining your senses. His lips dragged up your shoulders, his tongue languidly tasting your sweat and scent. He peppered your back with slow open-mouthed kisses while slowly pulling out, eliciting a moan from both of you.

You whimpered at the empty feeling. Behind you, you felt his fingers perversely wipe up the cum that had begun dripping out of you, and push it back in. You smiled against the sheets as Dex sank next to you, his heavy arm slinging around you to pull you into him. He sighed, nestling his angular face into your neck, your bodies intertwined. You can feel his rapid heartbeat in your back, incrementally slowing as the moments go by. You reach up to pet his hair and feel him grin against you.

“That okay?” Dex mutters lowly, pulling you in even tighter. You nod, dragging your fingertips up his hairy forearm. “You should be late more often.”

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Notes: Yayyyy this is my first Dex fic! I was literally in a frenzy as I wrote this so sorry for any editing errors lol I hope you all enjoy!

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