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Daddy!dex x Fem!reader
SUMMARY - Daddy!dex, who disapproves of your college plans, he tries to convince you in other ways..
TW - STEPCEST TO INCEST, DUB-CON/NON-CON, HEAVY SMUT. so if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.
but if you like that's your kind of thing then this involves, fingering, cunnilingus, pain kink, nipple pulling? a little non-con, heavy daddy kink, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, , heavy breeding kink.
AUTHORS NOTE - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.
Daddy!dex doesn’t understand why you’re still pushing to go to college. In his mind, there’s no need you don’t have to work or study when he can take care of you.
He pictures something simple, domestic: you at home, safe, cooking, cleaning, patching him up after jobs… exactly where he thinks you belong.
But instead, you’re studying to become a doctor. He thinks he can help with that too. He could guide you. Be your “practice patient” for life.
Of course, he starts showing up to your college. Sitting in on your lectures at the back of the room, quiet and unnoticed. Watching every guy who talks to you a second too long. Noticing every professor who smiles at you a little too warmly. He keeps track of names. Faces. Patterns. Because that’s what he does.
Because he’s Bullseye.
And people who look at you the wrong way don’t stay forgotten.
So when you later find him sitting in his car outside, knuckles tight on the steering wheel and a fresh bruise under his eye, you’re not even surprised anymore.
He doesn’t explain at first. Just looks at you like he’s waiting for appreciation.
Then he leans in and kisses you, still watching the terrified professor stumbling into the medical bay behind you.
“Did you tell them you’re married?” he asks, flat.
You roll your eyes, of course you didn’t.
He doesn’t like that answer. “You need to drop out,” he says.
You sigh, reminding him you only have one year left.
“That’s too long,” he mutters, already starting the car. And just like that, he drives you home like the decision was never really yours to begin with.
Don't worry, once he gets your pregnant then you'll have no choice to drop out.
When Dex says, “Undress for daddy,” you just roll your eyes.
You protest, “I need to study for an exam,” but it’s too late he’s already pushing you onto the couch, kissing his way up your body.
You huff, “I can’t undress if you’re pushing against me,” but he just shakes his head at your complaint. Then he lifts your legs around his hips, kissing each one as he pulls down your panties and lifts the mini skirt he helped you pick out.
It’s the way he licks his lips that tells you exactly what he’s about to do. He knows you can’t resist how he uses his tongue on you. He literally eats you out like he’s savouring every taste, with long, quick motions just the way you like it.
He’s doing this on purpose. He hates that you’re still determined to finish your degree, and this is his way of trying to convince you to stay with him. And, god, it’s working.
When he eats you out, Dex is vocal, moaning into you, breathing you in, and giving slow, sensual licks that make your body literally vibrate against him.
He pulls back, his face covered with your wetness. You can't help but moan, "Mm... daddy!" He chuckles softly and asks, "Is my baby girl feeling good?" You grab onto his head, pulling him back in, and he chuckles, teasing you by blowing softly onto your neck doing everything except what you really want him to do.
You pull him in, tightening your grip on his head, making him moan into you. He's out of breath when you finally let go. "Are you going to make me a daddy, baby?" he asks, and you moan as he swaps his tongue for his fingers. He finds your G-spot instantly. He's bullseye so of course, he never misses.
"You already are,"you complain, he moans as your wetness drips down his arm. He slips another finger inside you, making you grab onto the cushion for dear life. "Damn right I am, baby—but you're going to give me another one."
You shake your head, gripping the cushion so tightly that you can feel the stuffing flatten. "No... not yet," you say. He smirks and replies, "You're going to listen to me, baby." Then he goes back to licking your clit rapidly while pumping three fingers inside you, making you almost throw the cushion in frustration.
Why does he sound so hot when he’s dominant and controlling you like that? It’s because he can actually back it up. You’re about to come.
He looks up at you with the biggest smirk, knowing you have to oblige. You have nowhere else to go.
Sure, he bought this apartment so you could be closer to campus no more two-hour drives back and forth, no more secret stops at motels claiming your home was too far. But really, he bought this place as a fallback; he has more than enough money to move somewhere more secluded tomorrow if he wanted. You’re just too stubborn to realise it.
"Twist your nipples for me, baby. You know you can’t come without it." Of course, you oblige you’ll do anything daddy says. You bring your hands up and squeeze as tight as you can, but it’s not as good as when he does it. He chuckles at your little sulk.
"Daddy, please," you whisper. He expected that and brings his left arm up to squeeze your breast. With all that stimulation. His tongue on your clit, three fingers pumping inside you, and his hand twisting your nipples. You come with a loud screech.
Dex pulls back and gives your thigh a light slap, watching it jiggle as you try to calm yourself down. He gives you a teasing look, noticing the giant wet spot on the couch.
You sigh and get up, saying, "You did that on purpose." He just shrugs, knowing that now you’re too tired to study. If he keeps this up, you’ll flunk out.
"Round two, sweetheart,” and you just gesture to pause for a moment, still recovering from your high. He chuckles, "I thought you young people had high libidos." You throw the now flattened coushion at him, which he catches effortlessly. "Not when you come like that, Jesus Ben"
He gives you a pointed look. "What did you call me?" Then he starts tickling you. "Dex! Dex! Oh god, I meant Dex!" you say, pulling away with a huff, thinking he’s letting you off. But of course, you’re wrong.
"That’s not my name," he says, continuing to tickle you until his hand slips down and back inside, stroking your now-sensitive pussy, making you arch into him.
"Daddy, please," you whisper. He tilts his head, teasing, "Daddy what?" His strokes grow faster and deeper, knowing he can make you come again.
"Not again, please," you plead. He nudges his nose against yours. "Too late, baby girl." Then his other hand flicks your nipple, and you come once more.
You sigh and glare at him. "I hate you." He kisses you softly. "No, you don’t." He finally pulls back, admiring you for a moment. You worry he might want another round, but he looks at the clock—it’s nearly eight o’clock. He sighs and says, "How about we shower, and I’ll order dinner for us?"
You sigh in relief and nod, thinking that’s a good idea—you want an early night. But as he helps you up, there’s a spark in his eye that tells you he wants to continue later. After all, you promised him a kid.