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a/n: i know i used this scenario in my punk hcs, but idc, i was already slowly working on this when i started that one sooooo… yeah idk i write what i want :P
word count: 2.2k
cw: 18+ MDNI (Dex coming his pants, thats about it lol), Dex being Dex, obsessive/stalking behavior, weapons, pathetic!Dex, LOTS of kissing, coming untouched, suggestive, ‘fighting’, emotional hurt/comfort (sorta), angst.
It was late, and you’ve just gotten home after a night out with a few of your work friends, the alcohol running dull in your bloodstream. You fiddled with your keys, leaning your shoulder against the front door, “c’mon..” your mumble slurred against the back of your throat, pressing your forehead against the cold wood as you finally were able to push the key into the lock.
Turning your key, you got into your apartment, clumsily pulling off your shoes as you threw your keys onto the entry table, head buzzing lightly as you slowly made your way to the kitchen for some water. As you went to open the freezer for some ice, you noticed your dishes had been done, odd, you thought, having remembered that you had rushed out the door that day to catch the bus. Then it hit you and a cold shiver ran through your spine, your mind sobering up real quick as you turned to grab your phone, dialing 911, your thumb hovering over the call button when you saw him standing in the shadows.
Poindexter, he was supposed to be locked up! but here he was, somehow having broken into your apartment. How long had he been there? no, how long had he been watching you. You knew that he knew exactly how to find you, how to figure out your new address and schedule, he’s stalked you before, so it was nothing new, he had followed you for years, pushed his way into your life in minor ways that you wouldn’t notice at first, scaring off potential partners or friends if they got too close or did something he thought was wrong, but now, you had no idea how his mindsets changed since then, was he angry? maybe he wanted you dead, or maybe he wanted you back, well, as if he’s ever really had you in the first place.
He thought you were his back then, that's what he told himself and you, telling you all kinds of incoherent things, how you were meant to be, that you were his light, but you couldn’t believe any of it. He’s unwell, mentally unstable, he could believe anything and it wouldn’t matter because it wasn’t real, that’s what the authorities had told you when they had you testify against him and put him behind bars, it all just made you sad and confused, you hadn’t done anything and yet this man had gotten this sick fixation on you, thinking of you as his, and his to protect, no matter how horrific.
Before he could even try and open his mouth, you had rushed towards the exit; trying to get as far away from him as possible, but he was quicker and blocked your way, startling you, your eyes darted around for an escape that didn’t exist, taking a shaky breath, what would calling the cops help? it’d be too late by the time they got here.
Heart racing, you slowly moved back, petrified with the idea of what’s coming next, you threw your phone at him to try and distract him, but it was no use as he just caught it, quickly saying your name in an attempt to calm you. Your shoulder bumped into a bookshelf, mind just racing looking for a way out, you quickly grabbed a pointy glass figurine off the shelf, hesitantly winding up to throw it at him, “wait-wait wait!” he pleaded as he called your name again, hands outstretched as if he was approaching a wounded animal, “i’m not here to hurt you, i promise.”
He pulled out his gun and threw it aside, completely disarming himself, “see? i promise” he whispered, remaining calm as he kept eye contact, “i would never hurt you.” Your arm hung tightly in the air, faltering a bit when you saw the look in his eyes, this can’t be real. There was no jest in him, just something so soft, almost mushy, “you don’t know that” a whisper spilled from your lips, like it was your unconscious speaking to yourself. Alarm bells screaming in your mind when you caught a small twitch in his hand, and you threw the glass figure in his direction just as you ran to flee out the fire escape, Dex blocked the figure with his arm, shattering it, nicking his cheek as the shards scattered onto the floor, he darted toward you, throwing whatever he could get his hands on at the windows handle, shutting it before you could get to it. Startled, you flinch trying to force up the window to no avail, the hairs on the back of your neck tensed up when you felt him growing closer, you ducked down before he could grab ahold of you, eyes finding the stray weapon on the carpet and rushed to it, taking the gun off the floor as you stood up pointing it straight at his forehead, hand fighting against its own trembles as you held your breath, the two of you just stood there silently for a moment, when he opened his mouth, “Pull it.”
You flinched, a sharp breath ripping past your lips, “what?” complete disbelief in your voice, your eyes darted all over his face searching for any sign that he’s bluffing or whatever else, your ears really just couldn’t believe what they’ve heard, is he trying to trick you in some way? why would he be so okay with having a gun in his face, and worse to egg on the person holding it?
A smile eased onto his lips as his eyes stay fixed on yours, a soft chuckle slips from his chest, “Pull. It.” his voice as smooth as honey, “would that make you feel better..?” he tilts his head, “then do it” he leaned into the barrel, “i only want you to be happy y’know…”
He can’t be real right now, there’s no way. “you’re sick” you breathe out, stepping back, “i know” his hand slowly moved up to yours, steadying your hold, looking at you with almost… pity in his eyes, it made your gut twist, he knows, oh he fucking knows, you could never pull that trigger even if you wanted, he knows that you only wanted to scare him, but you could never scare him off, even if you choked him, hit him, stabbed him, or shot him, he’d still come back, staying in the shadows waiting for you to open your arms for him.
You stood there, just staring at him dumbfounded for what felt like hours when your mind wandered. “Did you really mean it..?” your question getting out before you could even think it through “what you said back then..”, his eyes lit up as he nodded his head, “every word” the words came out like a prayer, begging you to finally believe him and see his truth, “i’d never say anything to you that i didn’t mean” his eyes searched yours for any resemblance of belief, cause that’s what he needed to finally breathe again, for you to open your eyes to his devotion and see it to be nothing but the truth.
And he saw it, letting out a breath like a shiver, the tension in your shoulders let up a bit, shakily the barrel lowered as he moved closer, every movement hesitant, like he had to make sure that you were okay with it before he did anything. His fingers slid up your arms, “i just want..“ he spoke so softly, but the words left him, struggling to come up with the correct word for what he truly felt, “…to be with you, to be in your life.. it’s all i want, just you” his words dripped with desperation, need, like a need for air, his forehead met yours, he held you by your shoulders almost shaking, eyes wet looking into your soul, yearning.
Your heart pounded in your chest as your grip on the gun loosened, “mhm..?” you hummed, he shut his eyes, nodding his head as he cradled your face, “please..” he breathed, his nose brushing against yours as his thumb graced over your bottom lip, “please” he repeated, whispering your name he leaned in closer, feeling your eyelashes flutter as he finally took your breath away, kissing you.
He was so careful, leaning into you, his hand caressing your jaw while the other moved to your side, brushing soothingly down your arm, your brows knit together, eyes tightly shut as you felt this fingertips brush against your wrist and the gun slipped from your fingers onto the floor, and you kissed him back.
Everything moved so fast from there, the desperation in the air choked you as you leaned into every touch, letting him lead you to the couch. His hands kept shaking whilst they went up your torso, his tongue lapping against your teeth as he let out a quiet groan, weighing you down, your back pressed against the couch cushions, “you are my reason to keep living” he mumbled, his brows curving up against the other, tangling his tongue with yours, pulling out soft sounds from your throat, “you’re my oxygen” he breathed into the kiss, pulling your waist up to his, arching your back.
His fingers slid up your spine, lifting your body up to his, chests touching as your shoulders leaned into the pillows below, the kiss deepening by every gasp. Being so strong, he held you up to him like it was nothing, but that might’ve been the adrenaline pumping in his bloodstream in the moment, manhandling you, just wanting you as close as possible when you let out a sound of discomfort, immediately he adjusted his behavior letting your back relax on the couch again, hands back on your hips; grounding himself.
Incoherent groans spewed from his mouth into yours, lips crashing into each other needily as you got lost in him, your fingers tangled with his dirty blonde hair, tugging at it giving him a pleasant sting. Overwhelmed with it all, a rough whine shot out of him, gasping against your lips as he came in his pants.
Embarrassment overcame him at the realization of what had happened as he hid his face in your chest, panting softly, a quiet whimper came from his lips, “sorrysorry sorry..” he mumbled into your clothed chest “i couldn’t— couldn’t hold back” he gasped, feeling your hand run through his hair softly, tears in his eyes as he looked up at you. You wiped your thumb over his wet cheeks, he was so pathetic it almost hurt your heart, just watching the flowing of emotions in his eyes as you laid there with him on top of you, the scene felt almost nonsensical. You quietly comforting the man you were terrified of just moments ago, a man who was big and intimidating, someone who’s killed dozens with just his hands, here now having made a mess of his pants from just kissing you, having fallen apart from a simple tug of his hair.
“god— you’re pathetic” you whispered in disbelief, your brows relaxing then tensing in a second, a tear spilled over Poindexter’s waterline as he leaned into your palm, nodding his head, his breaths faltering “i am, i am..” he closed his eyes, face twisting not in pain, but something deeper as he let out a small sob, burying his face into the nook of your neck, wrapping his arms around you, “i just want to be yours” he whimpered, “i don’t care how”, he placed kisses down your neck, caressing your side.
You stared up at the ceiling, taking in the quiet air, intruded by the stray sniffing here and there, it was achingly calm when you took a breath, collecting yourself; before you looked back down to him, “Ben— i..” you sigh, “i don’t even know what to call you” you mumble to yourself, sounding so confused with everything right now, you heard his sniffles as he pulled his head up, his chin resting on your chest, “Dex, you can call me Dex” he whispered still a little shaken, “Dex..” you said his name so softly, it sent an euphoric shiver up his spine, letting out a pleasant groan as he pressed his cheek against your chest, your fingers kept playing with his hair as you glanced away for a second, “i.. i really don’t know what to say, everything about this.. it’s just so confusing, i don’t even know how i feel about it all” you start, “it’s like— like my mind and body is at opposite ends, and my heart is all over the place” he saw the conflict in your eyes, “it’s okay..” he whispered, taking your hand in his, kissing your knuckles as your lip trembled, “you don’t have to say anything, i’ll be here” he soothed, tears drying by the corner of his eyes, “i’ll wait for you, doesn’t matter how long” his words made your heart ache, “you will?” you ask, his eyes longed into yours, “mhm” he nodded so honestly, and you don’t know why but that response gave you such relief.
“Okay” you swallowed as you sat up with him, kissing his cheek, your legs laid over his lap, “yeah?” surprise clear in his voice, you leaned your head against his “yeah” you breathed out, your temple to his pulse when you curled up in his arms, cuddling close, feeling his heartbeat “promise this is real” you asked so quietly and his heart skipped a beat, “it’s real” he spoke and you knew it to be
the oneshot im working on right now might just have turned nsfw, but also kinda not? idk it’s one line of someone coming untouched and I DONT KNOW HOW WE GOT THERE IT JUST HAPPENED BRO
would that even classify as smut? like nothing else really happens 🥲
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this is my first ever fic that i've written !! plz be nice :)
stalker dex, neurodivergent and gender neutral reader, reader has a boyfriend
dex had been watching you for some time now. you were friendly, bubbly even, but you didn't move with ease throughout your day like everyone else. dex was fascinated at the way your nerves rolled off you in waves as you spoke, as if you were afraid of the space you were occupying. he watched you push through it all anyway, scurrying awkwardly to hold the door open with a smile for an older woman behind you. he watched you get into your car and lean forward against the wheel, inhaling slowly and methodically. you do this frequently, clenching your hand open and closed like a heartbeat in your palm. this grounds you, dex noticed, from what he couldn't quite understand.
you excel at small talk, something scripted and predictable. your eyes shine as you talk about the weather or ask how someone's day is going. you like talking to strangers, dex thinks it's the lack of pressure since you probably won't see them ever again. when you're at dinner with friends you're tense, smiling politely with a furrowed brow, afraid to say or do the wrong thing. dex wishes he was next to you in that booth instead. he is well aware that he is not a people person. but he thinks with the right words and body language he could get your shoulders to relax better than your friends ever could. he likes that you laugh for anything, that it's so easy for you to smile despite everything. he wishes it was safe for you to laugh with him too.
dex was okay with the distance, preferred it even. he didn't want to put you in harm's way the way he did with julie. he was too careless, too clumsy with that whole affair. you were by no means his north star, not if he can help it, but he does think that you would get along if he wasn't who he was.
when you end up with a boyfriend he doesn't even mind. he didn't like you in that way, he just saw you as a friend of sorts. what he does mind, however, is the way this guy doesn't pay attention to you in the way you need. this asshole doesn't even open your door for you. he doesn't make sure you've eaten. he doesn't even wash his own bed sheets without you practically begging. dex finds himself sneaking into your home when neither of you are around, sticking a pizza or two in the freezer for the next time your stomach growls while this chump plays his video games.
dex can't help but think about how good he would be at taking care of you. it was only natural as this so called relationship took place in front of him. dex hated the way this guy rolled his eyes when you told him not to chew his food too loud. he hated the way you curled into yourself at every disagreement with the man, letting him win every time just to avoid the conflict. he hated the way you nervously paced around your home every day, chewing at your nails.
the most unbearable thing for dex was when he watched the other man cum inside you without as much of a thought of letting you finish too. the man rolled over straight away, drifting into a pleasant nap as you wrapped the covers around yourself, mouth curling downward. dex couldn't stand how glassy your eyes looked, sniveling quietly as you wrapped your arms around yourself in a gentle hug.
dex somehow found himself with his dick in his palm, salivating at the notion of giving you what you need. he mimicked the pace you stroked your no good boyfriend, imagining you smiling sweetly at him instead as your hand went up and down. he wondered what it would feel like to be so close to you, what you would smell like. how would he feel if you made those little pleasured sounds for him instead? dex did not see himself as a very sexual man, but when it came to pleasing someone else, to pleasing you, it's etched into his core.
dex hoped your boyfriend was enjoying his nap, because he will not be waking up from it, for your sake.
a/n: what happens when his north star gets abducted and he gets their case. kinda got into criminal minds again (y’know why) so i had to write this lol, also kinda wanted to write a fic for this idea but i cant cause i’m too busy with all my other stuff :(
cw: Dex being Dex, angst, reader is kidnapped by a (random) serial killer, mentions of torture/death, obsessive/stalker behavior, violence/gore, traumatized!reader, co-dependency.
He was panicking, he could find you, he didn’t see you at your favorite cafe in the morning anymore, you had stopped going to work, and you weren’t in your apartment, he’s looked everywhere and still, nothing. you hadn’t moved away without him knowing, had you? was he so neglectful to have not noticed? no way, he had always made sure to have at least one moment of his day for you and only you, that was the one thing that kept him together, so how could you? how could he have missed it? no no, you wouldn’t just leave everything behind, something must’ve interfered on your life. taken you from him.
Then the case file ended up on his desk, and there you were, your picture, name, and so much information, all of it in the file of potential victims, dread sank into his gut, how could he have let this happen, he should have watched over you more, it’s his fault that this monster has taken you, oh how scared you must be right now, if you were even still alive.
He studied every aspect of the case throughout the night, not letting himself rest until he got it, he had to find you before this killer decided it was your time, you’ve already been gone for 2 days, and according to the suspects MO, you had very little time left. he kept reading file after file, obsessing over every detail, seeing every horrific picture of the previous victims, how they were clearly tortured for the suspects sick gratification, how their skin were carved up while still alive, then gutted like a pig. Dex would not let this happen to you, he couldn’t let this animal leave your corpse in this humiliating pose his imagination had formed.
Finally, he figured it out, the patterns leading him straight to the beast, he called his higher ups despite himself, having fought everything in him to just go and get you out himself, he knew it’d be safer for you if he got the swat with him, so after a single phone call, he got into his gear and drove as fast as he could to the address, getting there just as the rest of the agents did.
He scanned every corner as he made his way through the run down building, gun drawn and ready, his team quietly cleared the area looking for the suspect while he looked for you. making his way down underground to the basement, he found what appeared to be an old-timey bomb shelter hidden behind shelves and boxes, the metal feet of the shelf scraped against the concrete floor as he used his body to push it out of the way. carefully he would open the heavy door, gun still in hand, the pitch black room barely touched by light as he stood in the now opened doorway, and there, finally he found you huddled in a corner, your wrists and ankles zip tied tightly together as you shivered in fear.
Dex was careful with approaching you, his eyes scanned the room to make sure it was secure before putting away his gun, his hands were out where you could see them as he walked toward you, “FBI, i’m special agent Poindexter, you’re safe— i’m here to help” he hesitatingly kept to his script, to disarm himself, make you feel safer before he carefully cut the zip ties, your flesh bruised and raised raw from how tight they were. “he— is he..” you shakily stumble on your words, your eyes darting behind him in paranoia, “we got him, he won’t hurt you again” he spoke with such care in his voice. seeing how weak you were, he took you into his arms and carried you like you were a koala, strong enough to hold you up with one arm as he walked out.
He got you out of the building just as the suspect got cuffed while held to the ground; having tried to flee once they found him. Dex kept a safe distance from the man, he could feel your short breaths hitting his collar, hiding your teary face against his neck as you clung to him like he was your lifeline, you needed him, he was your safety. when in reality, you had saved him from himself more times than he could count by just living, seeing you go about your day was enough to keep him sane, although you wouldn’t know that. you wouldn’t let go of him even as you got to the ambulance, the paramedics needed to check you for any injuries, so Dex gave them a understanding look, before sitting down “are you able to sit? they need to make sure you’re okay” he asked softly, you nodded and got seated, still he held your hand to give you some comfort as they flashed your eyes to check your pupils and felt your neck for any serious injury.
He’d visit you in the hospital, in the guise of being on the clock, and getting information about the case, but really he was just there to see you. he got you a bouquet of your favorite flowers; which you thought was just coincidence, he’d talk to you when you felt up for it, but mostly he’d just sit there watching over you like a guard dog.
You were clearly traumatized by the incident, who wouldn’t have been after such events. but, the law wouldn’t wait for you to heal mentally before they threw you back into reliving those traumatic moments, they had you testify against the man that did this to you, having to look him in the eye as you saw the sick satisfaction they held as you retold the events of what had occurred, reveling in the gruesome details of your torture and fear, you could see how much he loved the fact that you saw his face every time you closed your eyes, that you couldn’t sleep. Dex was in the courtroom glaring bullets into his skull the entire time, but still giving you a comforting look every time you’d glance his way, helping you keep yourself together, not letting the monster see you cry as you got him locked away for life.
Dex became your rock, you’re safe space after that trail, after everything. he became your friend then your lover in only a few months, moving in together, being there for the other whenever one of you would get night terrors or panic attacks, he took care of you, helped you heal while you kept him sane, needing each other just as much. of course how your relationship started was obviously controversial in the eyes of his fellow agents, seeing it as unprofessional, they didn’t know he had already been watching you before the incident, just thinking that he took advantage of your vulnerable state as and excuse to get himself a ‘fuck buddy’, he hated that idea, but, he didn’t let it bother himself too much, shoving the lovey-dovey phone calls in their faces every day to make their soulless rumors crumble in a short while, ignoring the glances his coworkers would give him whenever he’d go home to you, judging him, but he couldn’t care less cause he finally had you, secure in his arms.
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while everyone else mistakes your quietness for disinterest, dex catches the tiny things - the way you lower your eyes when someone compliments you, how you linger just outside conversations before slipping away, how your voice gets softer when you’re nervous.
he secretly loves being the only person who gets to hear your real laugh. around other people it’s quiet, always hidden behind your hand, but when you’re alone with him it slips out freely. every single time it happens, he pauses for just a second, watching you with the smallest, barely noticeable smile.
“…there it is,” he murmurs.
your shyness makes you hesitant to ask for affection, which means dex learns to read you instead. he’ll notice you hovering nearby while pretending to look at something else, the tiny glances you keep stealing at him, the way your fingers fidget with your sleeves. without a word, he’ll open one arm. you shuffle over almost immediately, resting against his side. “…better?” he asks. you nod into his shoulder. “mhm.”
he finds your tendency to hide behind him oddly endearing. crowded streets, loud environments, unfamiliar people - you’ll unconsciously drift until you’re standing just behind his shoulder. after a while, he starts shifting slightly to make room without even thinking about it.
because you’re so reserved, every little sign of affection from you means everything to him. if you reach for his hand first, if you lean your head on his shoulder without being prompted, if you quietly mumble, “I missed you,” when he comes home - it stays with him for days. he doesn’t react in the moment, but later that night he’ll pull you just a little closer while the two of you lie in bed, silently replaying those moments in his mind.
your shyness means you’re constantly apologizing for taking up space. dex hates it. every time you murmur, “sorry,” for something insignificant, he gently interrupts. “don’t apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” eventually he starts placing a finger beneath your chin whenever you apologize unnecessarily, making you look at him until you smile instead.
dex has spent most of his life hiding every genuine emotion he has. you wear yours all over your face without realizing it. he knows exactly when you’re excited because your eyes brighten before you even smile. he knows when you’re anxious because you start twisting your rings. he knows when you’re trying not to cry because your lips press together just a little tighter.
“I can hear you thinking.” he says.
“…how do you know?”
“because I know you.”
one of the first things dex notices is that you instinctively make yourself smaller. when a waiter accidentally gets your order wrong, you smile and say it’s fine. when someone interrupts you, you simply stop talking. it bothers him more than he’d ever admit. after watching it happen one too many times, he starts speaking before you can. “she ordered the tea, not coffee.” his voice is calm, almost detached.
you glance up at him, surprised. afterward, you mumble, "dex, you didn’t have to.”
he looks at you for a second. “I wanted to.”
he loves when you hide your face in his chest after he compliments you. at first he thinks you’re embarrassed. then he realizes you’re smiling too much to look at him. from then on, he starts whispering compliments just to feel you curl into him. “you’re beautiful.” you let out the tiniest groan, face disappearing into his jacket. he rests his chin on your head, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
there are times when your quiet nature worries him. after everything he’s experienced, silence can make his thoughts spiral. if you spend too long lost in your own head, he’ll glance over more often than he’d like to admit. “you okay?” he’ll ask. every single time you smile softly and answer, “just thinking.” only then does the tension leave his shoulders.
he never tries to change your personality. if anything, he protects it. he knows the world constantly expects louder, bolder people, but he likes that you’re soft. likes that your words are carefully chosen instead of rushed. likes that your kindness isn’t performative. one night, when you apologize for “being too quiet,” he looks at you for a long moment before gently taking your hand. his fingers intertwine with yours. “it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
you’re soft in every way he isn’t. where his voice is blunt, yours is hesitant. where his gaze is intense, yours is quick to drop. when strangers make eye contact, you smile politely. dex studies them until they look away first. the funny part is that you balance each other perfectly. people approach you because you seem approachable. they leave you alone because they eventually notice who’s standing beside you.
👉👈 Um, I have a bullseye/Dex inkling of an idea I offer you today, and that is what if Dex kisses reader and when he pulls away to look at them, they have this lovestruck dumbfounded look on their face like this:
And that just makes him fall for them more cause that’s the cutest and sweetest reaction he has ever gotten in his life 🥺.
HERE IT IS!!
AAAAAHHHH I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS IDEA ITS SOOO CUTE 😖
a/n: this is a shorter one, it just didn’t fit as a hcs so here we are! loved writing this it was so cute 😖 (also, kind of had fbi!dex in mind while writing this, but still, i could also see ddba!dex being like this lol).
word count: 1000+
cw: Dex being Dex, fluff, stereotypical movie moment, first kisses, both of you are inexperienced, awkwardness, in the beginning stages of their relationship.
after a lovely night out, Dex drove you home from your third date together, quietly enjoying the ride as the radio played some random station. his freehand was anxiously on your thigh, just resting, his face calm and focused on the road, while mentally he was petrified of doing something wrong, he wanted to play it safe so as to not scare you off. but he was so overwhelmed with what he felt for you, that he couldn’t keep the dam sealed, small cracks allowing it to leak through.
when pulling up by your apartment building, he turned down the music, glancing your way before getting out, walking around the car, and opened the door for you, shyly smiling as he lent you his hand, and helped you out of the car. you thanked him, standing there in the gentle breeze, both unsure of what to say in the moment, you felt the awkwardness clawing at your chest when you chose to break that silence and opened your mouth, “i had a great time tonight.. um” fidgeting with your hands as you glanced away quickly biting back your smile, “yeah—? me too” he breathed out in relief, looking down at his shoes, his heart fluttering behind his ribs, realizing he’s still holding your hand, he brushed his thumb over the back of it. feeling that quiet affection, you look back to him, your face burning under your skin. he looked so flustered despite his put together exterior, always trying to look right, it was nice on him, and something you’ve come to appreciate a lot after having only been around slobs of men all your life who thought it was ‘feminine’ to look after themselves. Dex wasn’t like that, not even close, his cleanliness made him even more attractive than he already was, and just the way he carried himself, all the while still letting himself be vulnerable around you, maybe without even knowing it. you liked him a lot.
stuck at thought, you hadn’t noticed him looking back at you, with that look you’ve gotten quite acquainted with, soft, almost raw, like he’s looking at something he’s dreamed of for decades, something he’s been searching for his entire lifetime. but that couldn’t be it, right? your hand slipped from his, riding up the side of his arm, as you stood up on your tippy toes, leaning in, making Dex think you were about to kiss his cheek, but, there was a slight hesitance in your eyes before you seemingly decided against it, just giving him a hug instead, your nerves having won the minor battle in your mind. he ducked his head down into your neck, breathing you in, his arms carefully wrapped around you, no words shared between you as you just stood there soaking in each other’s warmth for a while. feeling your pulse spike against his cheek just as you slowly pulled back, pulling yourself together taking a breath, you looked him in the eye “‘kay… hope you sleep well” you smiled before turning to leave.
he grabbed your hand, stopping you where you were, you looked at him with such a sweet gaze, brows knit in slight confusion, giving him a polite smile, you were perfect, all of you, and just like that, his dam crumbled.
he brought his hand to your face, gently caressing your cheek as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours, making your eyelashes flutter in surprise. his every action felt hesitant and shy, even as he wrapped his freehand around your waist, the realization hitting you right there and then, oh this is actually happening. your heart pounding in your throat as you anxiously leaned into it, and the tension in his body immediately relaxed, relieved that you hadn’t pushed him off, he deepened the kiss, a surprised whimper slipped off your tongue, making his heart skip a beat, it was the most precious thing he’s ever heard, and he wanted more.
his confidence grew and he tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, carefully pushing his way into your mouth, luring out more of your soft mewls, tongues clumsily tangling together, the inexperience clear in the both of you but was overshadowed by the neediness.
he almost couldn’t believe he’s gotten this far with you, thinking you would’ve ran for the hills by date one, maybe seeing something off about him that he hadn’t noticed, but you didn’t, you leaned into him more and he felt how much you wanted him too.
your hands snaking their way up his neck, fingers tangling with the short hairs at the nape of his neck coaxing a satisfied groan from his lips, your feet sank back onto the ground, his head following yours, not letting the kiss dissolve, he slid his hand up from your waist, lightly tracing up your back, as his hands cupped your face, “you’re s’perfect” he mumbled into your lips, his tongue lapped against yours as you melted into him.
time disappeared from him the needier the kiss got, barely noticing as your fingers gripped at his jacket as the both of you got lightheaded by the lack of air, he pulled back panting lightly as his eyes focused on you, seeing your eyes glazed over, pupils blooming with awe, a clear heat radiating off your cheeks. so much love in your eyes; it made his hands tremble, “sweetheart” he breathed out, thumb grazing over your bottom lip.
you were too precious for his heart to handle, feeling it thundering against his rib cage as your pupils focused in on him, a quiet groan leaving your mouth as you shyly hid your face in his chest, almost making him laugh in disbelief, his heartbeat still aching in his chest, he ran his hand down your hair in a comforting manner, just holding you until that shyness burned away, lifting your head back up, looking at him as he caressed your face once more. “you’re everything i’ve ever dreamed of” his whisper sprouted into your heart, your eyes big in awe you pressed a kiss onto his pulsing wrist.
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