Basic B!tch

- “This isn’t the first time you’ve used lethal force.” “I’m FBI SWAT, doc. What do you think a sniper does?”

maybe you’d been a little bratty. maybe you hadn’t been giving dex enough attention. whatever it was, it didn’t matter anymore. he stood infront of you, large, imposing, stern. he had time today.

“clothes off.” he snarls, a bitter and almost irritated smirk pulling at his features.

“well tha’s not very professional, officer.” you tease, toying with the hem of your skirt. it was a stand off— dex wanted to play, and you wanted him to make you.

he scoffs out a chuckle, still adorned in his black FBI jacket, badge still pinned to him. “well no one’s around. s’just us here. who’s gonna believe you? clothes. off.”

the tension could be cut with a knife as you slide your skirt down your legs first, keeping your wide eyes trained on him. he watched you impatiently, shifting with a hand rested on his hip as he licks his lips. “and pick up the damn pace. haven’t got all day.”

you remove your top next, tossing the material to the side with an adorable, coy little smile. he blinks at you, doing his best to look bored with your teasing, but you spot the glint of amusement in his eyes as he strolls toward you, unclipping the metal cuffs from his belt, manhandling you by the arm to spin you around, facing you the same way as him as he comes up behind you. he pulls your wrists together — clink.

he presses his warm body to yours, hard cock straining against his pants, throbbing against your ass cheek as he feels over your body. “just a routine frisk, nothin’ to worry about sweetheart.” he hums in your ear, his hands kneading your tits over your bra as he ‘searches’ you.

“n’why would i need to be cuffed for that?” you go to probe, attempting to sound confident and bratty, but your voice wobbles, back arching at his touch.

“‘know how grabby you get. wouldn’t wanna get yourself in trouble now, right?” dex slides his hands up your ribs and pushes his large hands beneath the cups of your bra, fondling your bare tits, pushing them together and stroking his coarse thumb over your nipples. your inhale is shaky, raspy on the verge of a whimper. he chuckles low in his chest, drifting his hands back down, before pulling the cups back over your chest. “spin. m’not done.” dex commands, you turn to face him, all bashful and doe eyed.

he’s refusing to break eye contact, one single hand travelling down your body this time to grab your clothed pussy, rubbing his fingers around as he inspects you, pressing his fingers into your wet gusset, feeling just how much you enjoyed feeling totally helpless, hands still bound at your back.

“you know i’m just…” dex squints, shaking his head in faux uncertainty. “m’just not sure you’re not hiding anything from me. think i need to inspect you a little more… intimately.” his gloomy eyes flicker down over you, taking a step toward you to prompt you backward toward the bed. “go lay down f’me sweetheart. this’ll all be over soon.”

you turn, going to crawl onto the mattress, take your time, make a real meal out of it — but dex is overcome with impatience, shoving you rather harshly in the back so you have no choice but to fall flat on your front, bouncing off the bed with an ‘umph!’

he’s on you in an instant, mounting behind you as he yanks your thong to the side so hard you hear the stitches tearing.

you whine, all huffy and confused that he’s not playing along anymore as he holds you down, free hand working at his belt, the clinking sound making you squirm. “stay fuckin’ still. you asked for this baby, you wanted to see what happens to bad girls. well here you go, not what you thought huh?”

Dex’s fingers were precise, always. Even now, as he hooked them into the waistband of your panties and dragged them down your thighs with agonizing slowness. You were already soaked, breath hitching when the cool air hit your bare skin. He didn’t speak much, never did when he got like this—but his eyes said everything. “Hands,” he ordered quietly.

You obeyed, offering your wrists together in front of you. The lace was still warm from your body. Dex looped the delicate fabric around your wrists once, twice, then pulled the knot tight. The panties bit in just enough to remind you who was in control. Soft material, filthy purpose.

“Too tight?” he asked, testing the give with one finger.

You shook your head, pulse hammering. “No. Please—”

He didn’t let you finish. Dex pushed you back onto the bed, cuffed hands landing above your head as he settled between your spread thighs. His mouth found your neck, teeth grazing while his hand slid down to cup your pussy, two fingers pushing in without warning. You arched, a broken moan escaping as the lace restraint tugged against your skin with every shift.

“Mine,” he murmured against your throat, curling his fingers deep, thumb circling your clit. “Look at you. Tied up with your own soaked panties. So fucking pretty when you’re helpless.”

You whimpered, hips rocking desperately into his hand. The knot held firm, lace digging sweetly into your wrists as pleasure coiled tight and fast. Dex watched you the whole time—eyes never leaving your face, drinking in every gasp and tremble like he was lining up the perfect shot.

YES. OH MY GOD. this is so fbi!dex coded too, he's so completely inexperienced when it comes to sex and dating that he over prepares every single time he meets up with you, he shaves all over, he puts on so much lotion and cologne, he irons his shirt (which is silly because you're just gonna grab handfuls of it and wrinkle it again) all this preparation only for him to still be a nervous wreck when it comes to that time, his hands frozen midair, body going rigid, just completely stunned and lost on what to do next once you're tugging at his belt unceremoniously and freeing it from the loops of his pants, he can only whine helplessly into your mouth when your hand slips inside his boxers and you feel the smoothness down there, you tease "did you shave for me baby?" and dex frantically tries to avoid your gaze for a second because his face is going beet red in embarrassment at you even acknowledging it 🤭

₊⊹⁀➴ cw: age gap, light smut, feelingsssssughhhhh

Thinking about cornering Jimmy in his office while he's between meetings with clients. You don't even need him to touch you all that much. He barely gets a word in edgewise and you're pressing your body against his, kissing him hard and deep.

You're so pent up that the friction and the warmth and weight of his body is all you need to have you whining. And Jimmy is just shocked. You're rutting against him like an animal in heat. He barely has enough time to really get hard and you're already insisting that you're going to cum. And when you do cum, you're whining and shaking. Your mind is scattered, thinking about how no other man has driven you this far up the fucking wall.

And it pisses you off a little!! What's so special about him?? His stupid ads play between infomercials at two in the morning and his stupid face is plastered on benches across town and he dresses like a trashy car salesman and is constantly making tacky little quips and you should be disgusted with him and yourself for being so into everything about him. But you don't want to think about the details anymore. All you want is to keep going.

As Jimmy takes it all in, he feels your hips begin to roll again. And once again he is struck at how quickly you bounce back...how he needs at least three to five business days before he can even consider a second round...how young you are and how old he is. The only thing he can think to do is rub your back and chuckle softly, "Easy, easy, kiddo. Give yourself a minute to breathe."

He's glad you don't protest his dissuasion. In most situations he has a hard time telling you no. You could undress him, tell him to get on his hands and knees, and bark like a dog in his own damn office and he'd do it in a heartbeat. He lives to please. And deep down inside, it's why you scare the absolute shit out of him.

── premature ejaculation

content.ᐟ 18+, pathetic!dex, unprotected p in v, first time, crying, praise, pet names (baby/babygirl)

dex poindexter, bullseye, who cums within 30 seconds of being inside you.

he can't shake the thought that it feels a bit too good when your hand strokes his flushed cock lightly a few times before he inches himself in, but he couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was already close. what was he supposed to say? "i feel like i might cum from looking at you, can we take a break?" he decided to save himself the embarrassment.

so when your pussy is fluttering around his pretty pink tip, he has to clench his eyes shut and bite his lip, before burying himself to the hilt quickly. he swears he's never felt anything like your velvety heat, so warm, wet, and tight— fuck. his head falls down to your bare chest and he actually pants, cursing under his breath and not daring to move.

the soft moans and breathless whispers of his name that fall from your lips when he's fully buried inside you isn't helping either. the way your nails card through his damp hair and scratch at his scalp makes his balls tighten up, he literally has to pull his head away from your grasp so he doesn't blow his load right there. poor boy feels so bad :(

"dex?" you ask in that soft raspy tone that always manages to give him a painful hard-on. even as he's distancing himself as much as he can from you without actually pulling out, you're reaching for him, small soft hands grasping at his biceps, pulling him back into your chest.

you figure he just needs a bit of encouragement, maybe he's scared of hurting you? "feels s'good baby..." you praise him breathlessly. his dick twitches violently inside your gummy walls at that, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, like he's hiding from your impossibly soft gaze.

"m'sorry babygirl, i just- jus' need a minute..." he speaks lowly, words muffled by your neck. it sounds more whimpery than he meant it to be.

you catch on quickly after that, you then notice his trembling and heavy breathing, you have to hold back a giggle, such a big brooding guy like him all gooey under your touch and words. he has a big need to please you, but it's not his fault your pussy just feels too good!

you let a small smirk grow on your face, "oh, dexie," you coo, rubbing his back. "am i that good?" you huff a small, teasing laugh, kissing the top of his head.

he whines at the sound of your voice, and just how pathetic he feels. "just- don't talk —fuck— i'm sorry-" he shakes his head, it physically hurts him to tell you to be quiet, but if you don't, he knows he'll embarrass himself :(

you feel dex's eyes blinking against your skin, and the tears falling down his cheeks. you bring your hand to grip the hair on the back of his head, pulling him from the crook of your neck. he has big, glossy eyes staring at you with so much embarrassment.

you soften impossibly at that, "dex, baby, s'okay" you coo at him, peppering reverent kisses all over his flushed face, swiping away his tears. he leans into the contact, closing his eyes and letting you kiss all over his face. "i- i don't wanna disappoint you–" he hiccups, glancing down at where the two of you are connected, and instantly regretting it.

before you can reassure him once again, you feel him buck his hips into yours, and a sudden, warm sensation. "oh– fuuuck–" he chokes out a low groan, burying his face into your neck again. he's crying harder, fingers gripping into your shoulders hard enough to bruise as he fucks into you in shallow thrusts, moaning softly.

you lay there in almost shock, still rubbing his back tenderly as he fills you up with his warm release. "did you just–" you stutter out, letting a small, suprised grin grow on your face.

he's not so amused though, shaking like a leaf and sobbing apologies into your skin. "ohgod–" "m'so sorry, baby" "fuck– i'm so stupid" he's beating himself up, making a big deal out of cumming too soon. he collapses on top of you, not wanting there to be any space between the two of you.

"dex." you stop his spiraling firmly, squeezing his bicep and getting him to look up at you. he looks humiliated, pitifully glancing away from your gaze when you begin to speak. "i don't mind, okay?" you make him nod at that, carding your finger through his damp, blonde hair. "lets go again, yeah?"

ADAM SCOTT as Mark S(cout) covered in blood in Severance #02.10 'Cold Harbor'