times dex whimpers (ben poindexter x reader)
title is self explanatory :)
1. during sex, you had a habit of touching him anywhere you could reach. dex made you feel so so good, you needed ways to release energy before you could come.
one way or another your hands would always end him in his hair, long nails raking his scalp as you softly moaned out his name.
he really tried not to, but anytime he felt your hand brushing strands of hair from his forehead, or rake your fingers through his scalp, he would let out a soft whimper while shutting his eyes from pleasure.
2. for the most part, you and dex never faught. he was your puppy, you didn’t like something he would never do it again, you asked him to do something, you wouldn’t have to tell him twice.
but like all couples, some sort of argument would take place. your hands waved around in the air, aggravated sighs from your soft lips as you tried to get your point across.
meanwhile, dex sat and listened. hands folded, head down but eyes tilted up at you. he felt so good when you yelled at him, like he was worth fighting.
somewhere between cursing and pushing his shoulder, a whimper slips from his lips and then only would he calmly apologize and make you feel heard and understood.
3. he woke up from the ungodly sound of your alarm, you begged for 5 more minutes and he headed for the shower.
while reaching for his pain meds, he felt an odd sensation on his back. somewhere between sore and sharp aches.
he reached for his t-shirt and pulled it off.
turning so his back faces the mirror, he tilted his head and low and behold. he let out a pathetic whine.
light pink scratches littered all over his back. all different lengths and positions. the sigh brought a grin to his face. a boost of confidence filtered over him knowing he brought you so much pleasure, snippets of last night flashing in his eyes.
4. dex was very selfless, even with sexual activities. they always benefited you. so when you decided to suck his dick.
the soft pants of “thank you” couldn’t stop from his mouth as he massaged the nape of your neck. his eyes were shut tight, he couldn’t believe how good you felt.
as he felt himself reach his release, he couldn’t sum up the energy to speak. he was lost in how good you made him feel. dex couldn’t stop the desperate, needy whimper that echoed against the shower walls as you swallowed his release.
5. you didn’t like shopping, you dressed pretty simple and often wore the same pieces styled differently.
so when dex visits your apartment for the first time and sneaks in your closet. the whimper that he tried to suppress eventually came out when he slid a drawer open and found bras and panties of different styles and colors.
fuck, he couldn’t wait to see you in all of them, whether in bed or through your bedroom window.
6. some rare nights, dex was usually alone in bed. you were sometimes too busy to come over or just not in the city.
desperate dex would roll over to your side, take in the scent that you left on the pillow and hump the bed imaging it was you.
he would sob and whimper into the pillow just wishing you would show up.
7. oh he loved your tits, he loved everything about you but holy shit.
when he saw your hardened nipples through t-shirts or just naked in bed, his dick would twitch.
or when you bent infront of him to place a plate or a book, fucking whatever. and he saw your cleavage down your shirt. an incoherent whimper would slip his mouth as he would pull you down to his lap.
8. you complimented dex often, like…he was fucking perfect and you wouldn’t let him forget it.
sleepy after fucking or doing whatever together, your mouth would let loose and you would mumble heaps of stuff.
“god your back is..so broad”
“if you wanted, you could probably choke me with your biceps.
“baby, let me kiss your chin”
“i miss your fingers, dex” you once pouted, drunk as fuck.
every time he would be left speechless, often ending up a whimpering mess in your hold as you kissed down his abs or massaged his big hands in your smaller ones.
he couldn’t believe his luck as your soft body leaned over his whispering things you loved about him in his ear.
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