but do you ache for him?

he snarls at you and you giggle, he looks at you with borderline resentment but then also with scorching want, you're his north star, he could never stay mad at you for long

dex nods feverishly, voice tight and eager to please when he answers "anything you want"

when you lean in to kiss away a stray tear that managed to escape his glassy, wet eyes dex makes a hoarse gravelly sound, his eyelids clench tightly shut which inevitably makes more tears start to spill out

"dex, you're hurting me.." you whisper, voice stretched out and thin from the effort of keeping yourself suspended over him

"sorry, i didn't- i didn’t mean to" dex stutters, his words cut sharp with the nervous edge, sweat dripping down his panicked and reddened face as he settles his hands on your hips once again, trying to ground himself

the thing is, he did mean it, but he sure as hell wasn’t gonna reveal something like that so soon

not when you're both nervous wrecks, inexperienced nervous wrecks

but that doesn't stop you both from recklessly seeking out the mind bending pleasure that seems to be just within reach with every time your center swallows down another inch of him

"just- just the tip.." you sigh, mostly for your own sake, because the impulse to just take him completely in one go is begining to cloud your judgement, you know if you were to do that the sting would be unbearable, but at the same time, just having dex under you, looking at you reverently in a way he’s never done before, its all making unbearable heat coil inside you "please- need to get used to it" you say to out loud, addressing him as well as yourself

"yeah, fuck! of course- just the tip" dex echoes with a nervous laugh, his mouth tilting sideways even though at this point theres a big possibility he might just sob unconsolaby if he doesn't get to feel you fuck him into his very couch

when you slowly, very slowly start to sit firmer on him he nearly chokes, his eyes scrunch shut and he curses, something that makes you smile endearingly at him

but then-

"ooh shit!!!!!!!" you hiss at the sting in response to dex’s hips lifting up instinctively in an eager and mindless attempt to chase when you tried to pull up from him again, the movement makes him nudge far deeper than you were prepared for, with far more precision that was is considered fair for someone who is supposed to be a virgin

it knocks the air out of you completely, you tumble and have to brace yourself by his shoulders to make sure you dont completely undo your work in one swift fall on top of him "dex, oh my god- you cant do that-"

dex lets his head drop back aggressively, his eyes clenched shut, lips turned inward with a frustrated mmph sound to keep him from whining like a spoiled little boy

he nods and nods fervently because yes of course, that was his bad but at the same time his mouth quirks upwards, the sounds you made stroked his ego far more than you could imagine

you have to take a second to process what he means, but its kind of hard to do when he leans in to kiss you with far more sweetness than you expected given the topic of conversation

"dex..." you say, pressed against his lips, still worried but feeling the way he starts guiding your hands towards his back once more

without warning, he resumes his rhythm with far more edge than before, grinning wide and gasping in elation when you inevitably start scrambling and grabbing on to him in surprised and overwhelming pleasure

the clawing at his back is only fueling him to go that much harder, he knows the harsher and meaner he is with you the deeper your nails are gonna dig at his skin

the only thing that could satisfy his need for you when he was laying by himself in bed, surrounded by the cold and dark of his apartment, his hand pathetically shoved down his underwear, tugging at himself mercilessly, tormented and enchanted by the way you were smiling at strangers all fucking day as he stalked behind you

back then they were horridly blurry pictures, taken from outside your window and across the street with a professional camera, zoomed in to a degree that distorted what he can now capture so fucking beautifully and up close with just his phone

the softness of the skin, the texture of your hair, the detailed fabric of your night shorts, the peaceful and unknowing look on your face, your enticingly parted mouth

its just too good of an opportunity to pass, theres an itch that needs scratching

dex shuffles awake at night to stand at the foot of his bed, his breath shaky and nervous, dick painfully hard as he snaps picture after picture of your sleeping form

sometimes he’ll even reach out to carefully grab at your ankles to reposition you the way he likes, to expose more of you to him, he smiles something vile and disgusting when he’s satisfied with his work and taps on that little white button on his screen

its no wonder that dex’s collection has been growing at an alarming rate ever since you’ve started staying the night at his

.

dex’s phone vibrates mere moments before he was about to spill ropes and ropes of his spent all over his hand, your name uttered in shameless desperation from his mouth

he was doing it again, jerking off to the most recent picture he took of you sleeping, his new favorite one if the way he was close to coming in only a few minutes of tugging at himself was any indication

dex answers the call with a frustrated groan when he hears you greet him at the other end of the line, far too cheery in your tone, he can also hear the muffled booming music from the bar you’re at and that makes him seethe with jealousy

“i thought you said i wasn’t allowed to call" dex argues with an angry cock of his brow and a twitch of his jaw that you cant even see

it was his punishment, because the last time you went out with friends dex kept calling you several times during the night, asking where you were at all times, who you were with, what time you were planning to head back, if you wanted him to come pick you up...

“you’re not” you answer simply, firmly “doesn’t mean i cant call you, dex”

dex huffs out, something resentful but also incredibly turned on, your commanding voice, the control you wield over him, the thought of you wanting to speak to him even when you're out with friends, its enough to make him resume his tantalizing strokes around his dick

but then-

“what are you doing?” you ask him so suddenly that his hand immediately pauses mid stroke, panic floods his entire being, he know you’re far away but for a moment he felt as if you were watching him through his window

y'know- the same way he's done with you countless times before you started dating, and still to this day

“looking at you” dex answers impulsively, at a loss for anything else to say when he's drunk on the impending release of tension from below his abdomen

its not a lie but not completely the truth either

he immediately regrets his words though, he scrunches his eyes shut in embarrassment of his little slip up

“looking at me?” you answer, kind of angry at him, but still far less put off and weirded out than what he expected “dex are you following me again?”

dex’s breathing falters at your disapproving tone, his brows worry but his hand keeps stroking, faster, so much harder

“no i- i meant- i'm looking at a picture of you” he answers, his voice tight with restraint as he stares at pixels of you on his laptop screen

he really is just digging a deeper hole for him to die in

“oh? what picture?” you ask immediately, he can practically hear the way you're smiling too, so obviously aware of the fact that he's touching himself

“you know um-" dex blinks a few times, rattled at your insisting inquiry, he brings up his hand momentarily to nervously run it all over his face "the one i took of you the other day at the park when we-“

“oh really?” you interrupt, your knowing laugh makes dex immediately break out into a cold sweat

“so not the one you took of me while i was sleeping? you’re not jerking off to that one?" you ask, your voice syrupy sweet even when you're accusing him of something so nasty

dex has to take a moment to breathe, his eyes go big as he stares into the emptiness of his room in shock, he sits upright while his leaking, painfully hardened dick is now neglected

"wait, baby- i can explain-" dex stutters, his voice wavering in utter humiliation and panic

you gasp, loudly, the beat of your heart thrums in your ears so hard it makes you dizzy, making it near impossible to stay glued to the wall just how dex instructed you to

"thats it" dex answers with a little muffled and proud laugh, his voice sounds reverent, "so fucking brave huh?" the words have barely escaped his mouth before you hear not one, but two consecutive sharp and ear splitting stabs hitting the plaster

one of dex's knifes landed right in between your knees, the other just above it, your only slightly spread thighs posing no notable obstacle for dex to aim at the small empty space in the middle

when you inevitably turn to look at the blades in shock of their proximity to your center dex is quick to throw a fourth knife right above your head, making you straighten up with a stunned jolt

he chuckles at your full body reaction, you see how his eyes crinkle with humor, "eyes up here remember? need you to trust me"

"i trust you dex, more than anyone" you answer, because you do, but your voice is already flooded with something heated and needy that breaks the steady volume of your words half way

clearly, this little game of yours has got you pliant and agreeable, and just as riled up as he is

"dont push it baby" he mocks with an easy laugh, right before he brings out another blade from his holster to twirl idly between his fingers

dex prolongs the tension, making your breathing come out in loud huffs with the fight or flight response battling to take over your body, the expectation almost too much to bare

its not until you're whining out a "dex, please-" that you see how his biceps have retracted with the slingshot of his weapon, the fifth knife hitting on the other side of your head just to even things out

-

"you were so fucking good" dex groans shakily into your mouth, having trouble keeping his cool and poignant rhythm as he fucks you against the very wall he was holding you captive only a few moments ago

the five blades remain stuck on the drywall around you, a reminder of the blinded trust you placed on him, it makes his pace all the more brutal against you, his obsessive streak growing by the second

"dex, please-" you say again, not sure what you're even asking for really, for him to slow down? for him to speed up? to maybe grab one of the knifes that frame you both and use it to rip at your remaining clothes?

your hands grab at the strap of his brown leather chest holster, for balance but also to bring him impossibly closer so you can kiss and bite at his mouth, diving your tongue in like its the only way you'll taste the adrenaline and want oozing from his body

"had i known you were into this shit-" he grits out, his face twisted in agony with how close he already is to spilling inside you "i would be chasing you down with them by now, have you running from me-"

the both of you viscerally moan at his words, the picture he paints is far too vidid than what either of you were prepared for

the mere idea of what he's suggesting, dex stalking after you, suited as he is right now, using his sharp weapons to stop you from running from him, as if you were his prey, its enough to make you teeter towards the edge of a mind destroying finish

his eyes immediately get glassy as they meet yours with a sharpening intensity, a crooked and dreamy smile takes over his features, a short, breathy and ecstatic laugh escapes from his mouth

dex's hips instinctively rise up to increase the pressure of your grinding on top of him, his body taken over by some kind of primal instinct, one of his hands going to grab harshly at your hips to hold you captive on top of him

"oh god, fuck..." you whine, high pitched and surprised with the increasing and almost punishing friction of him against you

meanwhile, in a daze, dex goes to grip at your wrist to bring your hand upwards an towards his face, slowly, tentatively, like he doesn't want to scare you off just yet

without ever breaking eye contact he eventually places your middle and index finger right in between his brows, giddily staring up with near black eyes as you fight to keep your rhythm on top of him

"maybe use the real thing next time" he comments with a teasing cock of his brow, like he's making fun of you for even pretending to act threatening at all

but theres something about he way his gaze has darkened, something that tells you deep down he's probably already itching to take out the weapon that sits in his bedside drawer to place it in your trembling hands

the thought of it is enough to have you near panting in wild exhilaration, a want you hadn't realized was even there starts taking shape inside you, it nearly makes you dizzy with how fast the ache to do what he is suggesting becomes impossible to ignore

his mouth opens in awe when you press your digits so much harder against his forehead at the same time you unconsciously increase the speed of the back and forth of your hips

"yeah?" you ask, high and heated, just as fucking lost in the fantasy as he is, your teeth showing in a smile that borders on crazed "is that what you want?"

you dont even think about the way your hand still remains in that silly 'fake gun' gesture, how you trail it over his temple or down his cheek until it eventually reaches the edges of his mouth

"you dont want me to tell you what i want" he grins before wincing momentarily when he thinks he might just spill inside his underwear at a particularly intense drag of his dick against the fabric of your night shorts

"show me then" you tease, but theres a hint of on actual command hidden in there somewhere

your fingers were just shy off his bottom lip when his mouth closed around the digits, dex was quick to do it as soon as the request was coming out of your mouth

he takes them so far down and past his tongue that his nose nearly bumps against your thumb, the moans he elicits around them is nothing short of obscene

he sucks harshly, groans pathetically, he scrunches his eyes shut and you dont have to ask for you to know that he's imagining the barrel of a gun is abusing his mouth