fbi!stepdada dex ,,, u cant help but have a massive crush on him!!!!
ur mom didn’t rrly love him… she only married for some sorta support so,,, it wasn’t THAT bad— right???
ur clothing had a sudden change once he moved in, for some reason getting more revealing. ur lace always peeking outta ur shorts and pants, wearing the most transparent or smallest tops. going downstairs for water one time (n cause u knew he was still up) only in a tanktop and panties. dex sees you and his face burns an uncontrollable light red and hes forcing himself to look away.
"ur going to catch a cold." he sternly tells you, "no m’not." "yes you are look—" his words pausing as u catch the way his gaze roamed over ur body, "look at what you’re wearing." and he shifts slightly in his seat, a hand now resting in his lap.
other times like:
"dex, can u help with my sunscreen?" while ur bikini is undone,,
"can u unzip my dress for me?" even tho u can perfectly reach it!!
"ooh, watchu workin’ on, daddy?" while pressing ur chest against his arm and standing awfully close to peek at his computer.
walking out from the bathroom in a towel knowing hes home. "oh— i thought you were working! sorry!"
"you look nice in ur uniform…— do u carry handcuffs with u?" :3
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+ the time u finally got him to break, you two had been watchin a movie while u subtly shifted closer to him… dex not saying much apart from the occasional glances & clearing of his throat before he grabbed your waist and hauled u onto his lap. his breathing quick and stuttering as he manhandles you underneath him: "is this what you wanted— is that it? you— just shut up. okay? shut up." ripping ur shorts off u :( revealing that u had nothing underneath this whole time … already super wet .. "oh— fuck. uh," his own hands working on his belt…
…soon enough u had ur face shoved into the couch cushions — avoiding waking up ur mom,,, the sound of skin against skin filling ur livingroom while dex filled u <3
