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𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Dex kneels before you, fully devoted as he pleasures you with his mouth, his composure slipping the more aroused he becomes. Despite his usual need for control, he eagerly seeks praise and reassurance, asking how he’s doing while simultaneously struggling with his own desire. | drabble + porn without plot
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Smut, Dom!Reader, Fluff, Sub!Dex, Moaning, Praising, Cum Play, blowjob, M!Reader (receiving), Swearing, Explicit Content, Dirty Talk.
Dex knelt before you, his torso bare and already glistening faintly with a sheen of sweat that highlighted every defined muscle along his chest and abs. Despite everything about him—the calculated violence, the need for control—he was here, submitting to this, his hands trembling just slightly as he stroked your cock.
“Fuck, that's it,” you groaned, threading fingers through his hair. He hummed around you, the vibration traveling straight through your shaft. One hand stayed on your thigh for balance while the other dropped to his own lap.
Through the fabric of his pants, he pressed his palm firmly against his hardening bulge, rubbing in lazy strokes that matched the rhythm of his sucking. His hips shifted slightly, seeking more friction as he palmed himself harder.
Saliva dripped down his chin already, making a mess of his bare skin as he worked you over with single-minded intensity. He moaned again, the vibration traveling straight through you, and his palm pressed harder against his confined erection, hips shifting forward as if seeking more friction.
Dex pulled back just enough to speak, spit glistening on his lips. “Tell me how it feels,” Dex demanded between strokes, his voice hoarse. “I wanna hear it. Tell me how I’m doin’” He took you to the hilt once more, nose brushing against your skin, throat convulsing around your cock.
He gagged once, eyes watering, yet he adjusted, relaxing to let you slide further. His free hand worked his own cock through the denim, squeezing and stroking in time with every bob of his head. The wet sounds filled the room—slurps, moans, the occasional sharp intake of breath from him.
You thrust gently, testing. Dex's hands clenched, but he took it, his throat constricting around you in ways that made your knees buckle. “Yeah, just like that,” he rasped during a brief break, strings of saliva connecting his mouth to your cock.
Pre-cum leaked from him, darkening the front of his pants as he ground into his palm. The pace built steadily. Dex's cheeks flushed, sweat beading on his bare chest and shoulders.
His movements grew messier, saliva dripping down his chin with every plunge. He moaned louder around your length, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.
“Come on,” he urged between sucks, voice hoarse. “Give it to me.” When you finally reached your peak, he didn't pull away. Instead, he stroked you with his hand, aiming the release across his face. Thick ropes painted his chin and lips, some spilling into his open mouth as he panted.
Dex's chin became a canvas of mess, white streaks running down to drip onto his bare chest. He didn't wipe it away. Instead, he smeared it with his fingers, gathering some on his tongue and swallowing visibly while his other hand kept working his own cock through his pants.
“Look at this,” he rasped, cum trailing messily from his jawline. “You made me like this.” He leaned forward again, licking a stray drop from your tip, his expression a mix of satisfaction and that underlying obsession. His palm never stopped its motion, building his own tension as the mess cooled on his skin.
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