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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚⠀ just thinking about benjamin poindexter overstimulating you to the point of crying ; he has you sitting on a chair, all tied up with ropes to make sure you aren’t able to move around too much. you’re only in your underwear, a vibrating wand tied to your thigh with more rope, the head pressed against your core. it had been going on for feels like hours now; tears rolling down your cheeks, drool all over your chin, your juices and release making a mess on the chair and down the floor.
your muscles are contracted, body shaking and trying to squirm away even though impossible.
he’s watching you, eyes focused on your messy underwear, of how you look at him with your mouth wide open, desperately trying to call him name. but there’s no safe word in sight; nothing that makes you want to stop this yet. you like the way dex is watching you, the way he palms himself through his tactical pants, playing with his clothed cock. another orgasm makes you cry out loud and the ex-fbi agent gets up with to wipe tears from your cheeks with his rough thumb.
“doing so good, doll.” is all he says before pressing a few buttons, setting the vibrations higher, which only makes you gasp and scream his name. back to the chair, getting his cock out just to jerk off; dex thinks messy you is the prettiest you’ve ever looked so far.
Dex "denying" readers advances bc he's anxious/afraid (of rejection) but his obvious hard on gives it away what he wants.... like they say the mouth can lie but a hard cock would never!
stay away (ben poindexter x reader)
thank you for the most fire request, hope i did it justice :,)
warnings?: fbi dex, tension, angst, dex is hard, age gap.
he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, hands gripped so tightly on the granite that his knuckles are completely white, and his entire body is stiff. you’re standing less than an inch away from him, your front almost flush against him.
“you need to move,” he grunts, voice incredibly low, and forced through his clenched teeth. he won't look at you, his eyes are locked onto the wall just above your shoulder. “i’m telling you, go back to bed….this is not- i don’t want this”.
it’s a lie. it’s a massive, desperate lie, and you both know it.
dex is terrified. he is so convinced that if he lets his guard down, if he lets you touch the ugly, messy, fractured parts of him, you’ll see right through the perfect structure he forces himself to maintain and you'll run. he’s rejecting you first because the thought of you rejecting him later makes him feel like he’s actually going to lose his mind.
“look at me and say it,” you whisper, stepping closer, your knees slotting between his.
he lets out a sharp, ragged breath through his nose, his hands twitching on the counter but he refuses to touch you. “i don’t want you,” he’s trying so hard to sound cold, “i don't. just get away from me.”
but his body is a traitor.
while his mouth is throwing out cold rejections, his hips are trapped against yours, and there is no hiding the thick, heavy, unyielding ridge pressed hard against your lower stomach. it’s furious and pulsing.
you let out a soft, breathless laugh, looking down at his groin and then back up to his face. you slowly slide your hands up his chest, feeling the frantic, terrifying speed of his heartbeat.
"your mouth can lie all it wants, dex," you murmur, tilting your hips forward just a fraction of an inch, deliberately grinding yourself against the thick length of him.
his eyes instantly snap down to yours. they are dark, wild, and absolutely swimming with panic. his hands fly off the counter and grip your wrists, his hold tight enough to bruise, trying to push you back, trying to force some distance between you.
“stop. you don’t know what you’re getting into. get too close and…you’ll see the reality and leave.” he gets out, his voice cracking, the structured facade totally fracturing. he’s shaking now.
despite his hands holding your wrists to keep you back, his lower body instinctively twitches forward, seeking the contact again, helpless against the craving.
“i’m not going anywhere, you idiot,” you whisper fiercely, pulling your wrists from his grip and instead wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down. you press yourself entirely against him, letting him feel how much you want him, how ready you are for him. “look at what you do to me. look at how much i want you. please, dex.”
hearing your voice break, feeling the undeniable reality of your body melting into his, completely breaks the last circuit in his brain.
with a low, defeated growl that sounds almost painful, his control snaps. his hands slam into your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he violently hauls you up against him, lifting you slightly so his hard cock slides perfectly into the crease of your thighs. he buries his face in your neck, biting down softly on the skin there as he grinds his hips forward with a desperate, heavy thrust that has you crying out.
“god,” he gasps against your skin, his body trembling violently as he completely gives up the fight, his hips moving against you in a needy, bruising rhythm. “don’t leave. don’t leave me.”
daydreaming about dex coming back home and just running up to him and attacking his face with kisses all over which leads to you ridding him because you just are so enamored by him and missed him more than usual that day. mind you he didn’t even get the chance to get off his work clothes to his home clothes, it just happened that fast🤭
ugh please :(( dex going from laughing giddily at your kisses to shaking and whimpering at your keenness, he starts whining in panic every time you separate in the name of getting some air because he cant stand even a few seconds without your attention, and he was so focused on keeping your lips on his that he never even processed the way you backed him up into the couch and sat on his lap, its not until you’re unbuckling his belt and sinking down on him that he chokes out a startled “oh god- baby…”, he tries to keep up with your needy kisses but the way you start riding him with such fervor, such want, smiling at him and telling him how much you missed him, how you fantasized about doing this to him all day, it has dex with his mouth hanging wide open, eyebrows turned in disbelief at how fucking lucky he is
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idk if this is too freaked out…. shane fingering u veryyy rough and telling u that u cant come until he says.. spoiler alert, u do bc it just feels too good :(((((( and he pulls his fingers out and uses ur wetness to get himself off in front of u but u cant touch him :((( n hes calling u call kinds of mean n filthy names…
nothings too freaked out for me😎 (lying)
ughh him mocking your pleas to let him touch you. jerking his cock over your face, barely an inch away from your pretty lips :( telling you that you should've listened if you wanted a reward!!
dex watching you sleep and muttering "i'm sorry" , moving the hair out of your face and tucking the blanket up to your chin . 😂 it hurts😂😂 so bad
FINITE — BENJAMIN POINDEXTER.
SUMMARY if you love something, you let it go.
NOTES ok i got carried away i’m in my bag today. also i love your work this feels like a celebrity interaction????
WARNINGS angst, brief smut, kinda creepy!dex, sad ending
Dex knew it was finite. His fixer-upper apartment with the far-too-energetic neighbour opposite him, who had bullied her way into his life. Despite him trying— and failing, at keeping you at arms length. It grew impossible to do when you would flash a toothy grin and make him feel like he was doing more than just existing.
"Bought you a coffee, early bird." You would exclaim as he opened his door, at nearly seven in the morning. The both of you early risers, having "caught each other" for the past few mornings. Dex would never admit he stood at his door, waiting to hear the groan of your door hinges.
"You have got to read this!" You would exclaim, shoving a book into his chest as he opened his door at an ungodly hour of the night. "I just finished it. Wait, shit— did I wake you?!"
"No, can't sleep." He mumbled. A half-truth.
"Me neither. I blame that book, too good." Even with tired eyes, your smile held every ounce of your remaining energy. It was refreshing. It flushed his chest with a breath he couldn't seem to catch, even when he tried his hardest. It came easiest when you appeared.
And when he shoved the book back at you two days later, a bewildered look across your face, he felt that same rush of life.
"You already finished it? It's like 900 pages." You gasped, looking down at the book as if it might have shrunk in your absence. Dex only chuckled back at you.
"Couldn't put it down." He admitted. "Clara reminds me a lot of you, actually."
It was comparable to a love confession, for he was speaking in your language. You breathed, swaying lightly as you felt the familiar pang of tightness in your stomach. Dex had grown in the near two years of knowing him, from the quiet neighbour, to a good friend, to someone you had reached for subconsciously.
Perhaps it had been in that moment the love had hummed at a higher, more noticeable, frequency. When Dex had spent enough time with your mind and soul, to see you in a book character. It sounded childlike and silly, but your chest ached in remembrance of that moment. So small, of little words, and yet it had been engraved into the marrow of your ribcage.
Sleeping with you was a life altering moment for him, a man of such little intimate experience. Given free rein over your body, to do as he wished. He would paw at your breasts, kissing every exposed part of your body as he undressed you. You would giggle against each other's lips, he would whimper into your shoulder as he thrusted into you. His mouth dried at the sudden surge of desire for you, a fragment of something so unattainable had become so... available.
He learnt you, learnt what made you moan the loudest, or cry the hardest. And use it against you. He would do as you asked, taking you whenever a free moment presented itself. He would fuck you everywhere, a newly learnt skill to crawl inside your skin, to feel that flush of life within his chest again.
Dating Dex had not been easy, but it had not pushed you away as he feared. He would spiral, latch onto you and fear for your safety when you would leave him at night. You would fight, he would yell, you would yell back at him. And you would spend the night in your apartment, with him sat on the outside of your door. Head in his hands, sulking, until you opened the door and cradled him from behind.
The worst it had ever been was a Friday night, after a long week of late finishes at work. You had been invited on a girls night, to drink and dance until the bars closed. Dex had ached for you all week, for more than just a minute of conversation before you passed out. And to him, you were choosing your friends over him. He watched you with tensed limbs and white knuckles, applying your makeup with shaking hands.
"Can't you just stay in tonight?" He pleaded, following after you as you searched for your phone. Which had been nestled into his pocket for hours.
"I'm meeting my girls tonight, Dex. It's just one night." You reasoned, frowning as you scoured your purse. "Have you seen my phone?"
Dex shook his head, waiting for you to return to the room before he slipped your phone into your purse. You wouldn't check the same place twice, that's how well he knew you. He would spend hours helping you find it, that's how much he cared for you. He wished you would see yourself how he did. A higher being. He finally understood Matt's unshakable faith in his God, when his own stood before him fiddling with her heels.
Then it had begun. The shouting, the throwing of the closest objects, the begging you to stay. He hadn't lost it this badly before, you could only stand with such wide eyes and watch as he unfolded before you. But you didn't move. You didn't grab your purse and run off into the night, you didn't block his number and put your apartment up for sale. No, you slipped out of your heels and sat beside him. Cradling his head against your shoulder.
You didn't run from him, you didn't fear him. The words coiled around his heart as he laid beside you the next morning, the two of you had fallen asleep on the living room floor. You curled your arm up as a makeshift pillow, lips pouted as you were still taken by sleep. Dex watched your chest expand before it hollowed out, soft breaths he could feel against his cheeks. The dress you put on last night had ridden up to your hips, your panties on show. His fingers hooked into them, feeling the flesh of your ass as you laid beside him.
Dex grovelled for days after that, doing just about anything for you. He didn't even see you walking as necessary, when his arms could carry you. He would spoon-feed you your meals if you let him. And even when he would suit up after you had fallen asleep, a ghostly kiss on your head, he would think about you as he killed AVTF enforcers. He would think of your smile, your breath hitting his cheeks, the flush of life he felt in his chest when he looked at you.
He planned to make a normal life with you, buy you a ring and take you to the courthouse to marry you. To fill you with his kids and have that picket-fence dream. Because it felt like the natural trajectory of true love, from what he had seen and read about. If it was what you wanted, you'd get it.
But it was finite. The poison bit at him every so often, and he would muffle it by asking you to tell him you loved him. Fisk had been closing in on him, he knew it. He was growing out of options, and he wouldn't let you become another Julie. He couldn't let that happen, his life would end as swiftly as yours would.
And so Dex had committed a selfless act. He offered to stay at yours. He cooked you dinner. He watched your favourite movie. He fucked you once more, filling your mind with the love he had been growing between his ribcage. He laughed with you in the darkness, your sweaty bodies clinging to each other as you came down from your highs. And he put you to bed. The blanket pulled up to your chin, his hands brushing gently over your hair as you snored softly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed as he watched you sleep. He had been sat for well over an hour, memorising your face, feeling the breath on his cheeks, savouring the flush of life in his chest.
"I've got to go," he spoke to you, as if you were conscious and respondent, "I know, baby, I know."
He knew you'd kick, scream, and fight for him to stay, because he knew you so well. So he left whilst you slept, because he cared so greatly for you. His apartment key left on your bedside table, for you to mourn him as you sifted through his things. His apartment, just as he left it. Ingredients still in the pantry, clothes still in the closet, his things untouched for you to cry into and hold onto.
The flush of life would never be felt again, not without you. But this kept you safe, this was his good deed. The most selfless act, and yet the most selfish one. He loved you, his love consumed him to a concerning end, but your safety was paramount. He would relinquish that flush of life if it meant you were still breathing. And you would always be there to look at, through the opened blinds of your apartment.
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dex stalking u not knowing that ure v aware of the situation & using that to mess with him… ure fucking urself one night when just as ure about to cum dex swears he sees u look him dead in the eyes from where he’s sitting in his car watching u through ur window…
bro he'd cum in his pants immediately. going beet red in the face and if he knows you irl .. he's not even denying he was watching you, he can't hide anything😭
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how do you think dex would react to a reader with a higher libido than him? i think i could outfuck him any day of the week subtle brag
HELPP i think he'd love it. Idk why i can see him being free use. like just hop on his lap and start riding him he'll be so happy you're giving him any kind of attention. he'd be so interested if you're big into bdsm, letting you try out new kinks on him like he's your test subject. he'd totally raid a sex shop just to get you new toys too
sheltered virgin! dex taking advantage of you because he doesn’t know right from wrong..
tw: noncon
wondering why you're crying when he's just trying to make his girl feel good :( pinning you down when you start fighting back- he thinks you're just overstimulated with pleasure.
"shh baby, i know. feels too good, huh?"
he's so confused as to why you're telling him to stop, isn't this what boyfriends and girlfriends do? why should he stop when he's just taking care of you, maybe he's not doing it right?
he remembers what he's read and watched online- and tries to prioritise your pleasure, reminding himself not to be greedy. holding your legs down while he eats you out, groaning into your cunt and almost cumming in his pants.
he cums so quickly once he's inside of you, muttering apologies into your neck when he's done (not for taking advantage of you, but you don't know that).
"you're just so perfect, baby. couldn't control myself. 'm so sorry."
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