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mmm getting needy while you and dex are sleeping in the middle of the night, shaking him back and forth until he wakes up with a grumble— and you just want him soo bad but dex is tired :(

but not wanting his sweet girl to go to sleep without feeling satisfied he rolls his black sleeping shirt up and lets you ride out that ache on his abs!! soaked panties making a mess all over his tummy and your little clit feels so good meshed between his skin and the fabric. your legs are locked on both sides of his waist with your hands on his chest to help you roll back an forth, sleepy whines leaving your lips when you slide your cunt on a specific muscle of his ab. your arousal sticking on his happy trail and it’s making the filthiest sounds,— you you want to get closer to your man so you look down to hook your panties to the side. soppy cunt saddled directly on his stomach and the contact making it feel all the more sensitive for you.

you two make a very disfunctional couple, that much could be said. you patch him up from knife and bullet wounds more often than you go out on dates, and you're constantly arguing about dex's obsessive, infuriating need to keep everything in your life under his control.

on particularly bad fights, you make him grovel for days.

dex will mostly spend them chasing you around your apartment while you pretend not to notice the hulking mass of a man stalking you around every room, an inevitable presence you couldn't get rid of even if you tried. he says i'm sorry and please talk to me and i'll do anything while you try your best to remain unphased, even if the undeniable lack of remorse in his voice only fills you with even more rage.

one day you turn on your heels and slap him across the face.

waking up late together, him abandoning his early wake up routine he once had because you're his routine. anything you do, dex wants to do. if you want to lay in until noon? guess what, he does too!

in that sense, he's kind of like a large yet adorable puppy. he follows you around, wants to be with you 24/7, wants to hold you hand, brush your hair, do anything he can do just to be with you!!!

baking with him on the weekends, him standing behind you guiding your arms as you whisk the ingredients together, holding your hips every time you move. when you tell him "dex I need to do-" he blanks you and pulls you closer, pretending not to hear you. eventually, when you get too excited and giddy, you dip your fingers in the remaining mixture and wipe it on the scar on his cheekbone, giggling as he exclaims and you try to wriggle your way out of his grip. you two end up chasing each other round the kitchen laughing loudly until he catches you in his arms and tickles you until you beg him to stop and he makes you lick the cookie dough from the side of his face.

or laying down on the couch watching movies all day in your pyjamas. buried underneath layers of blankets as dex brings cookies and warm drinks to the couch and pulls you into his lap. playing with your hair, kissing along your neck and head as he whispers to you about how much he loves lazy days.

or dex making you breakfast in the morning when you have a day off from work. letting you lay in late, kissing your head and keeping you wrapped up, moving quietly to not disturb you in your well earned sleep. he cooks you a full English breakfast, eggs, bacon, sausages, the whole works, with a glass of orange juice. he goes out to buy you a new bouquet of flowers just to put in a vase and put them on your tray with your breakfast. dex hearing you groan when you wake up, which is perfect timing because he's just finished laying out your tray, making his way into the bedroom and smiling at you. when you ask him where his breakfast is, he simply turns the tv on and gets back under the covers with you, pulling a fork from his pyjama bottoms and stealing some of your breakfast with a smirk.

or in a completely different world where you live in the suburbs of New York, owning a house with a wrap around porch and a porch swing with a garden that you tend to together. dex uses his precise skills in a healthier way as he plants the flowers to make love hearts and stars, noticing exactly when they need watering and tell you exactly when they're about to blossom. you sit on the porch swing together in the summer while dex reads to you from a book he doesn't care about but you love.

I think you could be crying out above him, over stimulated and near tears, hands in his hair, calling out his name and trying to squirm away and he’d had his arms hooked under your legs, meaty palms pressing down on your hips, brows furrowed while he’s groaning with each lick of your clit. Fuck he loves this, and he loves you, and he needs more.

And when he eventually comes up for air, pupils dilated, lids half closed, and you realize he has cum in pants, chin painted in your release, you’ll only soften.

“Oh baby,” You’d coo, and he’d just let his face fall against your thigh, looking dazed and utterly fucked out. You’d urge him up your torso, kiss him all sweet and messy, the taste of your cum still bitter on his tongue while you urge his sensitive cock into your soaking pussy and oh-

Dex is whining into your neck, grip tight on you while he ruts into you.

he'll go down on you almost nightly if you let him, thick fingers stuffed knuckle deep inside you and curling repeatedly against that sweet spot of yours that he recently found out makes stars explode behing your eyelids, eager mouth blabbering nonsense into your pussy the whole time.

he can make you come more than three times with his tongue and fingers only—the most he has ever achieved without you threatening to pass out beneath him—and probably won't even register your tiny whimpers of "dex, that's enough" until you start kicking and pushing at his shoulders, forcing him to break away from the mess he made between your legs.