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“dex needs like a really weirdo fucked up girlfriend” (ben poindexter x reader)
whatever wilson said ;) (ill post a part two with more unhinged ones, these are quite vanilla)
warnings?: shes crazy, he loves it.
1. you are a lovely girlfriend, cleaning up when dex wasn’t home, cooking simple meals for when you want to have a night in, fixing up his suit when the fabric tears.
while you do such lovely, domestic acts for dex, you also become giddy when he stumbles into the apartment bleeding from his side. stitching him close with precision and love. your tongue bitten between your teeth.
he was yours in these moments, slouched against the couch, panting in your ear, saliva lightly dripping down the corner of his mouth- mouth slightly agape as he watched you mend you up.
2. on late nights when dex was gone for hours on hours, and it felt wrong to be in bed alone. you would grab your book, blanket and any clothing dex had worn before leaving and snuggle on the couch. sitting on the couch meant you had direct view of the front door.
you memorized the sound of his footsteps, so when he was outside the apartment you would unlock the door before he could knock.
the first couple of times dex found it amusing and a little creepy. now he finds it comforting and greets you with a kiss and nibble on your bottom lip every fucking time.
3. the first time you meet matt murdock, its under quiet violent circumstances.
matt realizes something is deeply wrong with you almost immediately. he hears your heartbeat slightly change while dex talks about violence and instantly understands, you like this.
your big, bad, misunderstood boyfriend is just creating boundaries, trying to better himself for you!
and it turns you on so so bad.
4. one night you went to sleep quite early, dex smiles with glee finding his missing knife tucked inside your nightstand beside lip gloss and receipts like it belongs there. he leaves it, just to see what you’d with it.
should’ve taken it because dex opens his eyes to you straddling him, nose almost touching his with the very same knife digging into his neck.
your eyes are glassy and red, lips wobbling as you whisper out, “who is karen?”
“karen?” dex repeats, annoyed the name is even in your mouth.
“she can’t even choose between murdock and castle and you’re worried about me talking to her?”
a short, humorless exhale.
“there is no one for me in this world, except you”
then, quieter he whispers against your lips while softly taking the knife from your shaking hands “so stop acting like there’s anyone else.”
5. dex was maybe a block away from the apartment when he felt you behind him, he stopped and smiled. “sweetheart…i know you’re there.”
you emerged from the shadows pouting, “you only kissed me two times.”
you heard dex’s muffled laugh through his mask as he sauntered over to you, sliding his hands over your ass. he leaned down to kiss you and you deepened it wrapping your legs around him.
“you left this” you whispered handing him one of his main knifes. dex smiled as he rubbed his thumb across the engraved blade ‘taken’.
he looked up to see you walk away back home, “thanks for the kiss.”
dex being dex, made sure you got in and locked the door before walking back down the street.
6. he found a box of his belongings, not belonging but what else do you call it? his broken tooth from a fight, a bullet case you personally removed from his body months back. polaroids of him sleeping, and one with him taking off his suit mid way. you even kept clippings of his vigilante name from newspapers.
you were scared when dex approached you with the box in his hands, “you kept these things?” he asked lowly.
shamefully, you nodded. and in return he smiled and slammed his lips onto yours.
“no one has cared for me like this ever.”
7. you liked documenting stuff on your phone, photos and videos of scenery, food, little ducklings in the park.
detailed videos of his scars and wounds across his body as he slept, a video of him putting on his suit, mask, and weapons in their respective places. selfies of the both of you in dim lighting, as he softly licked into your mouth.
at night, you would record the marks he would leave all over you after fucking while he was in the shower. a keep sake for when they would fade away. your favorite was photos of him candid at home, like him shaving his beard with a towel wrapped around his waist hanging dangerously low on his hips.
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the things i would do to play dex’s weirdo fucked up gf
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Remember when joining fandom as a younger person meant lurking for a bit and figuring out the vibe and etiquette instead of coming in on day one and calling people weirdos for liking weirdo shit in the weirdo factory.
Warnings: smut, Dex being obsessive, fluff, possibly ooc?
The first time Benjamin Pointdexter let himself into your apartment, it was because you’d left your keys dangling from the lock on the outside of the door. He’d stood in the hallway for a long moment, head tilted, listening to the silence beyond the scuffed wood. Irresponsible. Dangerous. Anyone could have walked in. Someone with intentions far less pure than his.
He turned the knob and stepped inside, pocketing the keys.
“Hey there,” he called softly, moving through your small, cluttered living room. A half-empty mug of tea sat on the coffee table, a thin skin of milk forming on the surface. A throw blanket puddled on the floor. Your phone was wedged between two couch cushions, screen dark, probably dead. You’d lose your head if it wasn’t attached.
He found you in the bedroom, face-down on top of the covers, still in your work clothes. A pale blue skirt crumpled around your thighs. One shoe on, one shoe kicked halfway across the room. You stirred when he sat on the edge of the mattress, the dip of his weight pulling a groggy murmur from your lips.
“Ben?”
“Your keys were in the door.” He kept his voice gentle, no judgment. Just a fact. “Anyone could have come in.”
You blinked up at him, sleep-soft and confused, and the look you gave him was so trusting it made something tighten pleasantly in his chest. “Oh. Sorry. I was so tired.”
“I know you were, sweetheart. Long day?”
You nodded, rubbing at your eye with the heel of your palm. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before you could poke yourself in the face. You smiled at him, small and grateful, and he felt the warmth of it settle behind his sternum like a coin dropped into a well.
That was three months ago.
Now, your keys lived on a hook by the door that he had installed. Your phone buzzed with good morning texts at 7:15 sharp, followed by a reminder to eat breakfast, followed by a check-in at noon. You had a shared calendar that chirped with color-coded blocks of time: work, grocery runs, laundry, and on Saturdays and Sundays, outings with him. Museums, parks, that little bakery you’d mentioned once in passing that did the shortbread you liked. He wrote it all down. He remembered everything. You just blinked those sweet, absent eyes at him and said thank you, Dex, you’re so good to me, and let him fold you into his life.
This morning, you were running late.
He stood in your kitchen, leaning against the counter, watching you scramble from bedroom to bathroom to living room in a flutter of nervous energy. You’d misplaced your work badge. Again.
“Check the drawer by the fridge,” he called, and you veered off course, and there it was, right where he’d put it last night after he’d found it on the bathroom floor.
“Oh my god, you’re a lifesaver,” you breathed, clutching it to your chest. “I’d be lost without you.”
Yes. You would.
“Come on,” he said, pushing off the counter and grabbing his car keys. “I’ll drive you.”
The drive was quiet, comfortable. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, his palm warm through the thin fabric of your pale blue skirt. You didn’t tense up anymore when he touched you there. You’d gotten used to it. That was good. That was progress.
His fingers crept higher, slow and casual, like they had a mind of their own. The hem of your skirt bunched under his knuckles. You kept staring out the window, tapping at your phone, probably forgetting to text your boss about the morning meeting. He’d remind you later.
He pressed against the seam of your cotton underwear, the fabric soft and worn from too many washes. You shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together for a moment before relaxing again. A little sigh escaped you, barely audible over the hum of the engine.
“Ben,” you murmured, not quite a protest. Ben, instead of Dex. A peculiar habit of yours.
“S’okay,” he said. “Just relax.”
You did.
He pulled into the parking lot of your office building and killed the engine. Before you could reach for the door handle, he cupped your chin and turned your face toward him. He pressed a kiss to your left cheek, then your right, then the tip of your nose. You giggled, a shy little sound that made his grip tighten on your jaw.
“Turn your head,” he murmured.
You did, obedient and trusting, and he kissed you properly. Slow. Thorough. His tongue traced the seam of your lips until you opened for him with a soft, surprised sound. He tasted the mint of your toothpaste and the faint sweetness of the orange juice he’d poured for you an hour ago.
When he pulled back, your eyes were glassy. Your lip gloss was ruined.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at five. Don’t wander off.”
You nodded, dazed, and stumbled out of the car.
He watched you until you disappeared through the revolving doors.
The evening was warm, the last dregs of sunlight painting the city in shades of amber and rose. He was waiting for you outside your building when you got off the bus, because of course you’d forgotten he was picking you up. You’d taken the bus instead of waiting. You apologized three times on the walk up to your apartment, and he hushed you each time, thumb stroking the back of your hand.
“I’m not mad,” he said, and meant it. He wasn’t mad. He just made a mental note to pick you up directly at your desk tomorrow.
Inside your apartment, he settled on your worn-out couch while you kicked off your heels with a groan of relief. He’d stopped at the corner store on his way over and picked up a cone of ice-cream, your favorite, and he held it out to you now like an offering.
“For being good,” he said.
Your face lit up. You padded over to him, barefoot now, and reached for the cone. He caught your wrist and tugged you down onto his lap instead.
“Dex!”
“Go on,” he said, nodding at the ice cream. “Eat it before it melts.”
You straddled his thighs, knees sinking into the couch cushions on either side of his hips. Tentatively, you leaned forward and licked a stripe up the side of the cone. A bead of melted cream dripped onto your fingers, and you hurried to catch it with your tongue.
He watched, enraptured. The way your lips pursed. The flicker of your tongue. The blissful flutter of your lashes.
His hand found the hem of your skirt again, but this time there was no barrier of a car console, no steering wheel to work around. Just the warm give of your thighs and the damp cotton between them.
You gasped when his fingers slid beneath the elastic, ice cream momentarily forgotten.
“Keep going,” he coaxed, and you did, shaky and distracted, licking at the cone while he pushed two fingers inside you. You were already wet. You were always so responsive, so ready for him, even when you didn’t realize it yourself. Your hips twitched, trying to rock into his hand, and he tutted softly.
“Easy. Let me take care of you.”
You whimpered, head dropping forward, and a dollop of ice cream splattered onto his shirt. You made a mortified little noise, but he only laughed, low and fond.
“Messy girl. That’s alright. I’ve got you.”
He curled his fingers, thumb circling your clit with practiced precision. Your mouth fell open, cone tilting dangerously in your grip. He reached up with his free hand and steadied it, guiding it back to your lips.
“Don’t waste it.”
You took a shaky lick, then another, and then you were coming apart on his fingers with a broken moan, your body clenching and fluttering around him. He worked you through it, murmuring praise against your temple, his lips brushing your skin with every syllable.
“That’s it. Good girl. So good for me.”
The ice cream was melting properly now, dripping down the cone and over your knuckles, but you didn’t seem to notice. Your eyes were half-lidded, your breathing ragged. He took the ruined cone from your hand and set it aside on the end table, licking the sticky residue from your and his own fingers.
Then he lifted you, just enough to free himself from his jeans, and guided you back down onto his cock.
The sound you made was his favorite thing in the world. A high, breathy keen that caught in your throat and stuttered into a moan. He let you sink down at your own pace, hands steady on your hips, watching your face the whole time. Your brows pinched. Your lips parted. Your eyes squeezed shut and then flew open again, meeting his.
“There you go,” he breathed. “Taking me so well.”
He started slow. Gentle bounces that barely lifted you off him, just enough to feel the drag of you, the slick heat. Your hands found his shoulders and clung. Your skirt bunched around your waist, pale blue fabric crushed between your bodies.
When you squirmed, restless, impatient, chasing something you didn’t know how to name, he tightened his grip and snapped his hips up harder. You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Uh-uh,” he crooned, kissing the corner of your mouth. “You squirm, you get it harder. That’s the rule.”
You squirmed again, on purpose this time, testing.
He grinned against your cheek. “Oh, you want it harder, sweetheart?”
You nodded frantically, and he gave it to you, bouncing you on his cock with a rhythm that had the couch creaking and your breath sawing out in sharp, punched-out gasps. He felt you tighten around him, fluttering on the edge, and he pressed his thumb to your clit again, a quick, relentless pressure that sent you tumbling over.
You came with a sob, burying your face in his neck, and he followed a moment later with a low groan, spilling into you while you trembled in his arms.
He stroked your back through your rumpled blouse, tracing the knobs of your spine.
The ice cream was a puddle on the end table. He’d clean it up later.
“You did so good,” he murmured into your hair. “My sweet girl. See how much easier things are when you let me take care of you?”
You nodded against his throat, boneless and pliant. He smiled, slow and satisfied, and held you tighter.
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your boyfriend, dex, comes home covered in blood after violently slaughtering police officers at a nearby diner.
ᯓ tags│blowjob, cowgirl, creampie, overstimulation, petnames, very detailed imagine of dex's chest and abs!!!│word count: 3k
you sat cross-legged on the couch, sunlight spilling through the windows and filling the apartment with a soft golden glow. though you hadn't turned a page in several minutes, a book was on your lap. every so often, your gaze drifted toward the front door before returning to the same line you'd been trying to read.
the afternoon seemed to drag on endlessly. you absentmindedly tapped your fingers against the book's cover, listening to the distant sounds of the city outside. dex had said he'd be back later, and while you weren't exactly worried, you couldn't deny the small spark of anticipation that settled in your chest whenever you imagined hearing the door open and seeing him walk inside.
the sound of a key turning in the lock immediately pulled your attention away from the book. before the door had even fully opened, you were already setting it aside and getting to your feet. a moment later, dex stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket as he closed the door behind him. his eyes found yours almost instantly, and something in his expression softened.
"finally," you muttered, unable to hide your smile.
you crossed the room in a few quick steps and wrapped your arms around him. for a second he seemed caught off guard, but then his arms slid around your waist, pulling you closer against him. the familiar warmth of him made the apartment feel complete again.
dex rested his chin lightly on top of your head and let out a quiet breath. "I missed you," he said, his voice lower than usual.
a smile tugged at your lips as you held onto him. "you were only gone a few hours."
"still," he replied, giving you a small squeeze. "missed you anyway." for a rare moment, he didn't seem eager to let go, content to stand there with you in the middle of the apartment as the afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows.
as you pulled back slightly, your smile faded. now that you were looking at him properly, he didn't seem quite as put together as he usually did. there was a faint stain on the sleeve of his jacket, dark against the fabric, and a small scrape near his knuckles that definitely hadn't been there earlier. his hair was a little messier than usual.
your brows furrowed. "dex?"
"hmm?" he looked down at you.
"what happened?" your eyes flicked to the mark on his sleeve. "are you hurt?"
for a moment, his expression became unreadable. then he glanced away and shrugged out of his jacket as if it were nothing. "forget about it."
"dex-"
"I'm fine," he interrupted calmly, setting the jacket aside. when he looked back at you, his face had already smoothed into something reassuring. "don't worry about it." he reached out and brushed a hand against your arm, gently steering your attention away from the subject.
you studied him for a long second, not fully convinced - but dex always had that effect. the way he could look at you like everything was okay, even when it clearly wasn’t. still, you didn’t push. instead, without warning, you rose onto your toes and kissed him.
it started soft - just your lips meeting his. but the second he responded with a quiet hum in his throat and his hands slid to your hips, it deepened fast. his mouth moved against yours with careful pressure at first.
then one hand crept up to cradle the back of your neck and suddenly he was kissing deeper: warm breath mingling between open mouths; teeth catching lightly on lower lips before soothing again with slow licks.
your fingers twisted into the fabric of his tight shirt - still tucked neatly under his belt and tugged, pulling him closer like you couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you. dex made another soft sound against your mouth and this time gave in completely.
dex’s lips finally left yours when he felt your hands playing with his shirt. he broke the kiss just enough to tilt his head back slightly, giving you room, his chest rising fast beneath the bloody fabric.
you worked quickly, fingers unsteady but determined. you pulled it over his head, letting it fall behind him onto the floor.
the sunlight caught every ridge of muscle across his torso - broad shoulders tapering down into a chest covered in scars. you noticed that thin trail of hair leading downward under his waistband - but what stood out most were his abs.
perfectly defined - a six-pack, hard lines forming each defined rectangle; deep grooves between them where shadows pooled from angled light; all leading naturally to that strong V-shape at hips disappearing into pants still zipped tightly around narrow waist.
without thinking twice, your palms flattened against him immediately - fingers splaying wide over warm skin as they traced upward along sculpted muscle.
his hands slid up your back beneath the loose cotton sweater you’d thrown on earlier, palms warm through the thin material. when they found bare skin at your waist, a shiver ran through both of you. he noticed you weren't wearing anything underneath.
"were you waitin' for me, baby?" he let out a breathy chuckle against your lips. another messy kiss - less controlled, more urgent. lips parted wider; breaths came faster.
your hands roamed over his bare chest - thumbs brushing the hard lines of his abs, feeling how firm and warm they were under your touch. you leaned in again, but this time didn’t go for his mouth. instead, your lips found the side of dex’s neck - softly plantinh a light kiss just below his jawline, slow trail down along the column of his throat where you could feel him swallow hard as your breath ghosted over sensitive skin there. dex tensed slightly - not from discomfort but intensity. he wasn't used to being kissed like this.
his ears burned red before anything else even happened - the tips turning pink fast as nervous energy buzzed through him despite how much he was enjoying it. he stayed very still otherwise, barely breathing too loud, just letting you explore while fingers curled slightly against your arms.
your lips kept descending - lower, lower - until they reached the top of dex’s chest. you kissed him there, right over his collarbone first, slow and lingering, then along the slope where shoulder met pec.
each kiss was soft but deliberate - a warm press of your mouth that left behind a faint flush on his skin. dex exhaled shakily as more kisses rained down. when you finally reached his nipples, he actually flinched and sucked in a quiet breath through clenched teeth.
they were small and flat normally under fabric, but now exposed to air - each one tightened instantly into hard little peaks at attention. you didn’t hesitate; gently circling one with your tongue before pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over it - testing how he’d react.
dex's hands shot up almost unconsciously. fingers tangling lightly in your hair like he couldn't decide whether to pull you closer or push away because this felt too much all at once. "careful, sweetheart" he warned.
before things went any further, your hands roamed back up dex’s torso - this time with purpose. you cupped his chest firmly, thumbs brushing over the tight muscle there. his chest was broad, lean and bulky.
and then you squeezed again not rough but definite, palms pressing into warm skin like you were memorizing the shape of him. dex exhaled sharply through his nose; low groan leaving his lips before he could stop it.
his nipples stayed peaked from earlier attention and now as your fingers drifted closer to them, they stiffened even more. he bit lightly on bottom lip to keep quiet, trying not move too much or react obviously but failing slightly because damn he felt good.
you leaned down and pressed another kiss right over his heart - then looked up at him through your lashes, a small smile playing on your lips.
"you're so hot," you murmured, voice low and sincere.
dex blinked. for someone who usually kept his emotions locked tight, this kind of direct affection undid him every time. he didn’t know how to respond with words - so instead, the corners of his mouth twitched into something flustered but undeniably pleased.
"shut up," without thinking, dex tilted forward suddenly - closing distance fast. dex’s lips crashed into yours, sudden, hungry, and messy with emotion. no grace or technique this time; just raw need. his hands flew up to cradle your face as he kissed you hard - mouth warm and slightly desperate like he’d been holding back all afternoon.
his thumbs brushed your cheekbones while the kiss deepened: tongues meeting again almost instantly; teeth clashing once before adjusting angles to fit better.
then you continued trailing kisses back down dex’s chest, slow, worshipful, each one softer than the last. over his sternum, across abs, lower as your eyes flicked up to meet his as you hovered near the waistband of his pants.
dex stared down at you - dark eyes wide and unblinking. lips slightly parted; chest rising fast under your gaze. no teasing smirk or cool remark this time, just pure anticipation burning in that quiet intensity he always carried.
then without breaking eye contact, you slowly sank to your knees on the floor. you hooked your fingers into the waistband of dex’s trousers and so slowly pushed them down.
fabric slid over his hips, then thighs - revealing more of that toned body beneath: lean legs covered in faint hair, strong calves. everything perfectly proportioned.
now he was just in boxers, a simple black pair hugging narrow waist and you could see everything: how defined and hard he was; how every muscle moved when he breathed.
you slowly tugged the fabric down as the boxers slipped past his thighs - now dex was fully exposed. sunlight spilled over him, painting golden streaks across pale skin. he didn’t flinch or cover himself - just stood there, completely bare from the waist down now, breathing a little faster than normal.
the moment your lips made contact to his tip, dex’s fingers immediately tangled rough and firm as he needed something to hold onto as the sensation overwhelmed him completely. his breath came out in a shaky exhale above you; head tilting back slightly without realizing it while his hips gave the tiniest involuntary twitch forward.
"fuck" he cursed. you looked up at him with eyes filled with lust as dex stared down at you hypnotized.
you took him deeper then, warm mouth working carefully and that’s when his grip tightened just a little: not pushing or forcing yet, just holding, knuckles whitening where they curled against strands of your hair.
every slow suck drew another response from him: shallow breaths turning uneven; thighs tensing under smooth skin; pulse hammering wildly at temples and wrists both.
you kept going - mouth warm and wet around him, lips sliding with careful pressure. each movement was deliberate: soft suction pulling gently, tongue swirling just right in ways that made dex’s knees actually tremble for a second. you took your time, just savoring the taste of him.
you adjusted your rhythm - sucking a little deeper this time, then slowing to tease with just the tip of your tongue tracing along sensitive skin. dex’s whole body tensed. his thighs locked. his stomach muscles tightened like he was bracing for impact.
dex’s control snapped. his hands tightened in your hair, he gently guided your head forward. dex’s breath left him all at once like someone punched air from lungs. eyes fluttered shut for a second; back arched faintly without meaning to, hips forward.
"please don't stop." he whispered.
the next push was firmer, more deliberate. you didn’t resist - just adjusted, letting him guide while keeping pace. dex was taking deep breaths through parted lips above you; eyes shut tight; expression completely unraveled into pure pleasure.
"fuck, sweetheart"
his breathing turned ragged - short, quick inhales through his nose between clenched teeth. every muscle in dex’s body tensed: stomach tight; shoulders rigid; thighs trembling slightly where he stood on the floor.
he was close. so close it bordered on painful. each harsh rock of his hips became more urgent without meaning to be. rough and desperate, every instinct was screaming at him to chase this feeling harder.
dex’s head fell back slightly, eyes squeezing shut. his hips jerked forward, a choked sound escaped him - low, broken, his whole body tensing like a bowstring about to snap. eyes squeezed shut; mouth slightly open as the wave hit.
warmth flooded through him. the air was thick with quiet, heavy breathing as dex slowly came down - dazed, boneless, his chest rising and falling.
You stayed where you were on your knees in front of him, gently kissing the soft skin just above his hipbone as you took all of what remained from him into your mouth without hesitation. you swallowed without breaking eye contact.
you rose to your feet in one smooth motion, still warm from everything that just happened. before dex could even catch his breath fully, you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down into a hard kiss.
your lips were firm against his; demanding and possessive as you backed him gently toward the couch without breaking contact. one hand stayed fisted on his bicep while the other slid up to cup his jaw, tilting it so you could deepen the kiss further. tongues tangled messily, sloppy with passion.
dex felt it the shift in your body heat as you straddled him. the way you pressed down against his bare thighs with unmistakable need. his breath hitched mid-kiss. his hands flew to your hips now, big palms spanning nearly all of them and he gripped tight as you grinded.
a low groan rumbled from his chest into the kiss; one hand slid up under fabric while his hips jerked upward slightly to meet yours better - helping create friction where you needed it most.
dex didn’t hesitate. in one smooth motion, his hands slid down to your waist - fingers hooking under the edge of your panties and pushed them aside just enough.
then he lifted you slightly, helping guide you into position as you settled over him again, this time with no layers of clothes left. both of you gasped.
"oh my god," your head and eyes rolled backwards, your body arching into him. a quiet moan slipped from him, eyes fluttering shut at sensation, arms tightening around your back.
you started moving fast - no gentle rocking. no slow rhythm. just desperately riding him hard: hips lifting and dropping with purpose, each motion sharp and deliberate as you chased your own pleasure.
"yeah, use me, pretty girl, "dex’s head fell back against the couch instantly, "fuck- just like that" eyes wide for a split second before squeezing shut again from sheer overstimulation.
his hands locked onto your waist with firm grip and helped lifting you up and down. meeting every downward grind with an upward thrust of his hips, matching your pace despite how much sensation was flooding through him.
a quiet string of shaky breaths left his lips between clenched teeth; jaw tight from focusing on keeping up. the couch creaked faintly under your movements.
each time you came down, dex’s breath hitched audibly; each rise had him gripping tighter like he needed to feel you there, real and close. his abs flexed with every upward push of hips to meet yours.
"can't last any longer, sweetheart" the way his body responded betrayed him, pulse racing. pupils blown wide, staring at your tits going up and down aggressively.
"dex, dex, dex, fuuuck, I'm close"you could feel it building. tight coil of pleasure winding higher and higher with every movement. without warning your body tensed, eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering for half a second before your walls fluttered around him.
wave crashed over you hard, pleasure so intense it almost hurt but in the best way possible. your muscles locked; fingers dug into dex’s shoulders as everything focused on that single point of overwhelming sensation.
dex felt his own control snap again too, even after cumming once already, the rhythm and heat from your climax pushed him right to edge. and a few seconds later he was falling apart beneath you: back arching slightly off couch as release hit him fast and fierce despite exhaustion creeping in at edges.
dex came with a quiet, shuddering breath, just a deep exhale as his body went completely pliant beneath you. warmth spread between you both, intimate and close as he stayed buried inside for those long, lazy seconds after, not pulling away.
your arms wrapped around his shoulders; face nuzzling into the crook of his neck where skin was warm and sweaty. his cock slowly softened inside you as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder.
you leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow this time. lips met gently; a quiet press of warmth that lingered before pulling back slightly then doing it again like you couldn’t stop kissing him.
his hand moved slowly along your side as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “you’re too good to me, y’know that?” he murmured. his grip tightened slightly, protective and warm. “don’t know how I got so lucky.”
you smiled against him, and he let out a quiet laugh before resting his cheek on your hair. “seriously,” he said softly, his voice gentler than usual. he pulled you even closer, content just to sit there with you in his arms.
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