KittyCat

18+ thinking of dex & prone boning

fem! reader, mdni. 850 words. cw: kinda mean dex, use of vibrator, dex being dominant, dex restricting readers arms, mentions of control, slight degradation, pinv, throat holding, finger sucking, mentions of orgasm denial, general filth

he's far bigger now, dex. though it's not like he was never small in the first place, rather now, he's just big. everything about him the same, only bigger.

you like it. you like how beefy he's become, how broad and wide he feels when he's behind you. above you, more specifically. the way he now appears to take up significantly more space than you has become something that creates a short circuit in your brain. 

with these meetings you've had with dex over the years, you've noticed a stark difference in his body. it was a striking change with those large biceps and expansive shoulders of his that just seem to agitate every little want within you. it's always been the case with these mindless fuckings you shared, but there was something about him more recently that did it more for you than it had ever done before.

what’s the kink for getting chased around?? need that with dex

he might be confused at first when you ask him to stalk and chase you around in his bullseye suit but he will do it !!

letting you leave before him in a skimpy little outfit at like 11pm from your shared apartment, the tiniest dress you could find with your ass peaking out as you walk. the dark quiet path being so secluded so no one can see or hear you.

and your giggling not taking this seriously but dex is very serious. you’re jogging at a slow pace calling out for him to come get you with a smile. but after a minute or two you get worried, not hearing his footsteps while you walk. stopping and looking behind your back. he’s hiding somewhere beyond your sight and now you’re actually a bit scared.

it’s dark and you want to stop now, wanting your boyfriend back and not the bullseye persona he usually keeps secret from you. :( you hear something hit the floor, something dex threw to scare you as he was lurking behind. and you’re running back to the apartment with a scream.

and now he’s chasing you too, “stop running sweetheart, know im going to catch you anyway.” dex will say with a deep laugh, catching up to you in a embarrassingly short amount of time. covering your mouth as you scream/laugh in his arms, your arms trapped while your legs kick up in defense. “baby that was pathetically easy. gonna have to train you better then that..” he’ll say kissing you through his mask.

yes this is so dex, your mind!! 🙂‍↔️

this is literally the goal for dex every time he fucks you, to have you cumming and sobbing beneath him because he made you feel good. the image alone gets him painfully hard. of your marked up body, covered in dark purple hickies and bruises where he held you just a bit too rough. tear stains all over your face as your shaking and hiccuping his name in pleasure. that’s what he lives for.

he’s tries to prompt the tears out of you too, praising and doing anything to get the water works flowing, even teasing you for being a crybaby. “you look so pretty when you cry for me you know that? taking my dick like a fucking champ sweetheart.. keep your eyes on me.” dex will insist, you know better than to look away in embarrassment. he doesn’t let you hide, he wants to see that pathetic look on your face.

dex probably would have made you cum about 4 times now, and your legs can’t stop shaking and your tears won’t stop. forcing your trembling thighs apart and thrusting himself so deep into your hole that it makes you wince, then he starts rubbing at your little bud and that’s when the sobs start. “aw baby sh shh I know, you can do it. always take me so good.” he’ll say grinning down at you, rubbing your thighs mockingly as your gasping for your breath on the messed up bed from another intense orgasm.

and the pace he goes is dizzying, bullying his length as far as he can into your pussy. his hand gripping your waist while the other holds both hands above your head, making you whine and wrap your legs around his abdomen from the overwhelming feeling. cunt dripping a mixture of both of your arousal, and it’s filthy really, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass drilling into your ears. probably makes you even more sensitive. whimpering, “mm-dex s’too much!” your face in a permanent frown of pleasure, moaning for your boyfriend of how good it feels.

tears start to stain your cheeks and that’s when dex slows down, rocking his hips into you more sloppy rhythm as he comes to a stop. suddenly kissing you, all over your lips and neck until he gets to your cheek. licking long stripes next to your eyes. the salty taste makes him so happy, even more evidence aside from your sopping pussy that he made you feel good. “you liked that huh baby, making this pretty pussy feel good? touching all the right spots for my crybaby?” he’ll say, wiping a incoming tear from your eye with his thumb and sliding it across your lips as you nod, “mhm..” and he’s nodding along with a smile.

ohmygah..

yes yes and he just leaves trails of kisses from your neck all the way down to your tummy, with his hand held at the back of your head. as he goes farther down your body and your forced to look down at him.

nd your legs are spread open just for him, panties slipped off and thrown somewhere on the bed. pretty cunt soaked waiting for his lips to kiss that special spot between your legs. dex’s kisses pause at your lower stomach a bit suddenly and now his head is at level with your hole. kissing at your sensitive bud sweetly, sending tingles up your spine. gradually he gets messy and his chin is covered in your slick, tongue licking and finding every part of your walls. your back is arching off the bed in response with dexs hand is still at the back of your head. you barely register his hand moving until two fingers are in your mouth.

but he’s making you feel so good you don’t even care, just going along with it and sucking at his digits like you always do. moaning happily until dex plunges them deeper? your halting in confusion while his fingers keep reaching further and further back. “mm!” you’d whimper and claw at his hand, but dex pays you no mind. simply lapping over your cunt, until your eyes are rolling back and your gagging over his fingers. bucking your hips unconsciously on dexs face hearing the murmured chuckles beneath you, meaning he finds this entertaining—watching you struggle. you cum with your legs quivering around his head, mouth gurgling grossly on his fingers. their covered completely in your spit, after hitting the back of your throat almost making your throw up.

and when he’s all done he’ll rub those same slimy fingers across your clit to overstimulate the hell out of you.. telling you how you did such a good job not making a mess ugh

WARNING, FILTH AHEAD.

After a long week, the weekend finally approached, and tonight was movie night.

The whole, weekly, ritual included, the smell of freshly popped popcorn, candles lit up, lights dimmed low, cuddling with Matt after a long week, watching a silly movie, and play fighting with Matt because of how much his silly commentary annoyed you. “Sweetheart, cmon. How could they not see that coming! It makes no sense!”

What was not included in the weekly routine was the way his lips slammed into yours, the way his big, hairy, arms wrapped round you, the way his calloused hands gripped every curve he could find, and the way his empty eyes expressed his hunger. Now that was a surprise.

Though, after that, it wasn’t a surprise how you ended up in a mating press under Matt’s sweaty and muscular body, his large cock sliding in and out of you. Matt is such a fucking tease, always has been, everyone knows that. He’s a cocky bastard. But a blind man that grins as he slides his thick cock in and out of your hole in an extra slow rhythm? That’s a sight, a suffering, that only you know.

The way he pulls out till the very head of his cock threatens to pop out of your hole, just for him to thrust it back in, painfully slow. He does it over and over so he can hear every delicious whimper, plea, and cry from your mouth, embedding the sounds into his ver own soul. The way your body trembles, the way hole clenches around his cock so it won't slip out, like a blessing for him.

But there is another dirty little secret that Matt Murdock has, other than his double life, a secret no one expects from the church raised, handsome, and well spoken, blind, lawyer. Matt loves feet, and he always has an appetite for yours. That man lives for them.

The way they feel

The way they taste in his mouth

The way your freshly painted, and dried, toe nails smell.

And if you wear an anklet? Lord have mercy, he gets hard every time he hears it jingle.

And that’s how you, simply, ended up sobbing, on a Friday night, with Matt’s cock in your hole, and his hot tongue swirling in between your toes. His lips leaving kisses on that sensitive arch of yours, and his teeth grazing over the heels.

P.S your feet end up covered in those pretty pearly ropes of Matt’s cum ;)

(Graphics made by the lovely lovely @foxmurdock)

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