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It's 2 am, I can't be saved. I ain't ever write for a character this much in my life 😭
I had Wilson Bethel's Scott Reed in mind for this but I don't think that character is popular enough. So I'm going with Dex for this
&I knowwww I said I don't do age gaps but I'll allow it this time cause I don't do weird shyt🚶🏾♀️ not putting reader in baby pink thigh highs tutus and pigtails bro.
Dilf!Dex as your best friend's very single hot dad and you've never met him until today when she suggested studying at her house (COLLEGE AGE BTW. 20-23.) blurb
Non explicit; mature, suggestive
I'm thinking like. He's so nonchalant and couldn't care less about what friends his daughter is bringing at first but then he's like damn you kinda... 😮💨 and those eyes you keep giving him ooooo
He catches himself watching you walk around his house when you aren't with her. Politely excusing yourself or asking where the bathroom was. She's in the shower while you head to another bathroom down the hall and he's just going into his room after having done laundry and he's shirtless but you two lock eyes for a moment. He's all smug and shit seeing you look away and disappearing into the bathroom hohooo
You've been over a few times and gotten familiar with the layout, his patterns and routines. You know when to conveniently leave her room to get your bag that you "forgot in the kitchen."
You've had brief conversations but the eyes DO NOT LIE. Them lingering eyes. Mhm. The faint accidental touches when he's trying to get past or reach for something on the top shelf from next to or behind you 😮💨
There's one time you come over, he answers and you're like oh is she not here today? He's like no... letting you in but the second the door closes he's like mmm, you knew she wasn't here today. She has finals.
Oops!
Dilf!Dex may keep to himself but he doesn't do that coy back and forth shit (This is where the Scott part influences this post). He wastes no time pulling you in and laying one on you. Right on the lips. And the way you don't pull away has his ego reaching Pluto
He knows exactly when she'd be getting home. So let's make the most of it, yeah?
Midnight thought cause I had a nap earlier and this happened, save me from me NOW.
Playing a drinking game with Shane but he chooses a strong alcohol he can handle just fine just so you get drunk quicker than him and somehow forget how you ended up back at his place and... it gets blurry from there 🚶🏾♀️
My goat @the-ghost-bird told me to elaborate and I'm easy as Sunday morning for this sexy ass dickhead so that's what I'm gonna do.
x reader, explicit content under the cut, ts kinda nastyyy, written in the form of a blurb/fic blurb
What I can remember from my lil nap dream was doing some kind of drinking game that involved SOOO many shots for the smallest things and he's steady drinking to his heart's content while ur getting absolutely shit faced drunk. And ik i said it jumps to ending up at his place but i wanna add more c:
I'm thinking like. It's gotta be past midnight so it's being drunk + sleepy. It's dark as hell outside so ofc he's like well you might as well give me some road head on the way home (he almost crashed twice)
>> an alternative being drunkenly making out with him in his truck while still on the parking lot, IN HIS LAP ohohoho
By the time you make it to his place you're tearing each other's clothes off. Mind you he's still barely affected by that drinking game so he's taking his sweet time while you almost fall over trying to strip for him. He stops you in your underwear while he's shirtless and in his jeans. He's so mean he won't even let you kiss him longer than a peck.
You might be trying to make sense of the situation once you've realized you're almost butt ass naked in front of a man you've told yourself to stay away from so many times but this sly fucker keeps his hands on you. No time to think when your mind is just on how nice it is to be felt up by him
He's whispering some nasty shit in ur ear. Something about being so easy to get drunk and take home. Like if he really wanted to he could conjure up some bullshit story as to why you didn't show up for work for a few days. This is on the way to his BEDROOM btw.
Shane's not the best fan of missionary imo. Too vulnerable. Maybe he'd be more into it if he was a relationship kinda guy but uh 😬 but anyways he has you bent over on his dresser while he just does whatever he wants, all up in his mirror so you can see how fucked up you are. Not that you'll remember anyway.
I'm talking hair pulling, perhaps even fingers in ur mouth. No such thing as gentle in his realm. You can try to push him off, good luck. It only motivates him to go harder and deeper if he can
"Too big, too big," you slurred. You think. Shane couldn't hear you over the intense squelching filling the room (yes he could, he just doesn't give a fuck)
If he was a true piece of shit he would happily risk getting you pregnant, but that's the last thing he needs rn. So he'll likely pull out, push you to your knees and unload on your face. Didn't even wait for you to open your mouth!
And you didn't get to cum. Not even close.
And now you've woken up on his damn floor at god knows what hour. Confused to all hell how you got here and why your legs hurt. Still naked as fuck with a dried facial with a piece of paper taped to your face
dex telling his s/o all about his past including his time in the fbi and being scared that they'll be scared of how many lives he's taken, but his partner is more disgusted than anything—at how dex was ever a lapdog for a man like wilson fisk. is this anything?
Hypothetically speaking if I were to do sokka x royal!reader one of these days... would y'all want princess!reader or reader stay gender neutral (reader would be described as the heir in that case)
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Summary: Sokka casually bumps into the princess of the earth kingdom while on a mission, but ends up with more than what he came for
Warnings: Smut; Explicit, dialogue heavy, water sex (AGAIN I know), plot with porn (at the end), reader has long enough hair to braid, arranged marriage mentioned (literally the plot), random names used for the other man/family, barely proofread
it's finally out haha 😬 I got a little distracted but here's that princess fic I promised!
Word count: 3.7k+ (I will cry if this flops)
This is the sixth night in a row that you've snuck out of the palace to gaze at the stars in the soft grass. That place was stuffy. Commanding. Exposing. You hadn't an ounce of a voice and barely any privacy. Barely any time to think or pick up a hobby. Sorry, a hobby you actually enjoyed. Sure, archery and sculpting was fun...but it can get so boring after some time.
You're young! You should be speaking up at the council or roaming the streets of Ba Sing Se in disguise. But nooo, you're learning tea etiquette for the millionth time as if you couldn't plan and be the face of a gala with your eyes closed. As if you couldn't throw the best palace party one has ever attended.
And as if you couldn't pick your own husband.
It's settled. Your mother has insisted upon and arranged a marriage with you and some dashingly handsome rich guy from the heart of the capital. Also known as the most boring man you've ever met. Even more boring than your father.
They won't admit it, but your parents didn't trust you nor your judgement. They believe you wouldn't know enough to choose a man of "great riches and power." Well, maybe you didn't want that!
The couple of times you've managed to sneak out and roam at night, your eye was caught by several very attractive men that definitely weren't rich or powerful--socially. You've seen your fair share of strong, powerful earth benders, but your parents couldn't care less. The only person who felt sympathy for you was your royal advisor who's watched you grow into a fine young woman. He even taught you some of his favorite tricks while fighting wherever your parents weren't around.
You sighed heavily and laid down, staring up at that gorgeous sky. Nothing beats a night outside the palace.
Or maybe it did. You will just never know.
Sokka scratched his forehead as he squinted at the map Aang had of the earth kingdom. He's been walking around here for hours! He's supposed to be treading the outskirts and yet he's 60% sure he's nowhere near them. Toph just had to fall ill with some sickness that required instructions from three stone slabs with ingredients and steps carved into them. What a bunch of b-
"Woah!" Sokka felt the ground move forward from under him and fell on his back with a loud grunt. A groan of pain follows once he rolls over and rubs his back where there will absolutely be a bruise later. "What the hell?"
He gasps once he looks up and sees a figure standing over him with...a sharpened rock? The moonlight casting over 1/4 of their face doesn't help at all.
"Who are you?" They ask. "Why are you here?"
"...Um-"
The figure steps forward and the light reveals more of their face. Oh. Her face. Wait, the princess of the Earth Kingdom?!
"Woah, woah, woah, wait," he sat up with his hands up. "This isn't what it looks like."
"It looks like you're trespassing the palace grounds."
"...okay, you got me there, but, I swear I didn't mean to interrupt your..." he paused and leaned to the side to see what you were doing. "I don't know what you were doing, but-"
"I was napping," you said. "Then I heard your footsteps all loud in my ears."
"Well, excuse me!"
"...You're water tribe," you add, getting a good look at his outfit. He looked like a traveler. You've encountered a number bandits before and he definitely didn't look the part.
"That I am."
"Why are you here?"
"I'd love to explain... without the very scary sharp object aimed at my throat."
You narrowed your eyes before lowering the makeshift weapon and tossing it. Arms crossed.
"I'm listening."
He stood up and dusted off his clothes with an exhale. "Thank you," he said. "I'm just here looking for these stone slabs around here. It's for my friend and I'm trying to follow this map but I accidentally wandered here which, now that I think about it is wildly close to the palace." He stopped to look around. "No guards?"
"It's far enough that it's not considered royal property. It's why I come here."
"Not a fan of good food and being waited on hand and foot, huh?" He jokes. You don't laugh. Not even twitch. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Give me the map," you reached out and grabbed it from him. This time he got to see your outfit. He never would've recognized you if he didn't see your face--which is funny because he only knew it was the princess given that you look exactly like the queen.
"You were holding it wrong," you continued, then showed it to him while pointing to the mountains drawn on it. "You made it here the right way but because you turned it left, you ended up going east instead of south. Only place I know with stone slabs of importance is this tiny island you can walk to. We're here, you can reach that in a few days on foot."
"Huh," he took the map and mentally scolded himself for letting his exhaustion completely mess up his own directions. "Thanks, err...your highness."
You gave him your name and waved it off. "Don't worry about it. I hope you find what you're looking for."
He offers a small smile and nods. "Thank you. You should probably head home. I heard there's sleepy wanderers at night."
You laughed. Sokka made you laugh! You can't remember the last time you genuinely laughed at something, especially at what someone said. No offense to the town jester...
"You are tired," you said. "You shouldn't travel on with a clouded mind. Sleep around here, I can make you a tent."
He...wasn't expecting that. Notably from someone who comes from royalty.
"Won't I get caught?"
"Not if you're closer to the water. I would assume you're very familiar with such a thing?"
"Right, duh," he scoffed. "Of course."
The walk to the shoreline was nice. He watched you build a tent with ease just big enough for him by the water and right in front of the moon. This scenery was to die for.
"All good?"
"It's great. Thanks again, you didn't have to do this for someone you just met."
"I don't mind," you smile softly. "Whatever makes a difference. Have a good trip...?"
"Sokka."
"Sokka," you add and walk away. He peeked around the side of the tent to see you heading back to the huge palace in the distance. Literally all the way there. He's glad Katara didn't talk him out of bringing binoculars.
He took them out and could just barely see you scaling the wall and crawling through a window on one of the higher floors. Damn, this is surely nothing new to you.
Sokka laid in the makeshift rock tent and laid on his side once he took his shirt off. Looking out at the horizon as he took it all in. He really just accidentally bumped into a princess. The princess. She was actually a nice person and he got to keep his head!
He only wondered where he'd go from here. Of course, setting off to get these magical rocks that would be the only cure to saving Toph. But there was also the element of a possible side quest that would result in taking a tad bit longer to get back to the city. Hmm...
Decisions, decisions.
-
"Your highness?"
You blinked and looked around your massive bedroom then to your favorite guard standing at the foot of your bed. You've been sitting there for at least five minutes just staring off into space and completely forgot what he must've said earlier.
"Would you like assistance with getting ready?"
"Getting ready?" You asked. There wasn't any morning events you could recall. "For what?"
"To meet with the young man from house Zheng," he said. "The Queen insisted you be ready by the ninth hour in the dress she chose before you retreated to your quarters last night."
Shit. That's today?
With a sigh, you rub your eyes and start to get out of bed. "Right. Assistance won't be necessary. Thank you."
He bowed with a small smile. "I will be outside."
As soon as he left, you eyed the emerald green and gold gown your mom picked out hung up in your walk-in closet. It was impossible to miss. Your parents may annoy the hell out of you almost everyday, but they knew how to choose outfits. You couldn't knock that one.
While you walked through the halls a few inches behind your guard, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking of that water tribe guy. Sokka, right? He's nice. One of the first men to not react seeing a princess actually use earth bending. Your father suggested not using it as much as possible because it's "too manly" and "takes away your femininity." A foolish idea that's been passed down generations.
What does he know anyway? This Sokka guy was the breath of fresh air you've been craving for years.
...is this wrong? To be thinking of another man? Another handsome man you just met when you're about to meet with the man you're supposed to marry in two and a half months? It's all innocent. He was just passing by and accidentally got too close to the palace. That's it. Nothing else.
You nearly bump into your guard when he abruptly stopped and moved out of your way.
"There she is!" Your mother called out and took your hand to walk you over where your father and the other family stood. "No makeup?" She whispered. You had to contain yourself from rolling your eyes.
"You didn't tell me to wear-"
"We are just so delighted to have you back to the palace," she said with a big smile. Still holding your hand like you'd take off running. "Forgive her, she woke up a bit late and rushed to come see you all, as you can see," she added while gesturing to the gorgeous gown you wore.
"I think she's beautiful regardless," the guy said. What was his name again? Han? Wei? No, no, it started with a S-
"Aw, how cute," your mother cut in before you could even thank him. "That is very nice of you, Sokka."
The faint smile you were holding while on autopilot dropped. You turned to her with furrowed brows.
"What did you say?"
She locked eyes with you. "What's that honey?"
"What name did you just say?"
She laughs nervously and lets go of your hand to squeeze your shoulder. "Did you not get enough sleep last night?" She tried to joke. "I was telling San'er what a nice man he is. Wouldn't you agree?"
Phew! Okay.
"Yes, err... thank you. I spent most of my night practicing calligraphy and lost track of time!"
Absolute lies.
"Right, of course. The princess just can't get enough of her father's teachings," she chimed in. "Why don't you two spent some time alone by the gardens while we catch up, hm?"
The two of you walked through the gardens and were followed at an appropriate distance by guards just in case. Your and his parents were still in the background. They would glance at you guys from time to time and your mother had this bright smile on her face. Ugh.
Later in the evening, you were tired. Almost sure you'd have smile lines before you hit 30 from all the fake smiling you had to do in front of two sets of parents who couldn't care less what their child wanted. You shed all your layers and removed intricate hair pieces, feeling 4 pounds lighter. You brushed and braided your hair back like your mother always reminded you constantly growing up.
Once you were in a more comfortable gown you opened the window and just... felt the air hit your face. The crisp, cool air that felt like freedom. Freedom you never really had.
Your nightly fantasies of escaping this place were interrupted by the sound of a bush moving. It could've been the wind. But then you opened your eyes and looked around. Your line of sight finally landing on the edge of the big wall you typically scaled to get back to your room unnoticed. When you suddenly spot a hand gripping the top, your eyes widen.
A soft grunt makes your brow raise as whoever it was managed to get up this high without killing themselves. Then a face appears. You gasped.
Sokka looked up like a dog that knocked over an expensive vase.
"Sokka?" You whispered loudly. A little less shock and a little more concern. How the hell did he get up here? He swung his leg over with a breathless wince and sweat glistening on his forehead. You made this look a thousand times easier than it is. He just sat up and waved as he caught his breath.
"I wanted to surprise you," he said. Well, barely. You covered your mouth to mask the full laugh almost came out. Never in a million years have you ever pictured something like this happening. Not even from the man you were set to marry.
"Surprise me?" You asked with pure amused disbelief. "You realize you could've died on the way up, right?"
He managed to safely crawl and make it all the way over to your windowsill, leaning on it like he didn't almost piss his pants every time he almost slipped and plummeted to the ground. If the impact didn't get him it surely would've been your guards.
"I am the master of all things rash decisions, survival, strategy, and making pretty girls smile," he said with a practiced smolder to get you giggling again. And it worked. "If I'm being honest I did not think I would get this far. How was your day? Let's start there."
Huh. You didn't realize how long it's been since someone asked about your day and actually meant it.
"Not very eventful if that's what you're wondering," you replied with a soft sigh. Intentionally omitting the whole day because recalling it would only make you more tired. And possibly because you were afraid it would scare him away...most guys would rather not hear a rich woman complain about seemingly the most perfect man in the world being matched up with her. So, you decided to keep it simple.
Sokka watched the way your shoulders slouched, something you'd be getting an earful about if your mother ever saw this. Something about your tone and demeanor was setting off alarms in his head that what you told him wasn't the full story. Though he also decided not to pry.
Luckily a few days ago he was able to send a scroll of instructed text to the gaang because he would be damned if he had to make two long trips to Republic City and back to Ba Sing Se to see you again. It's not like he could freely roam so close to royal grounds without your assistance anyway.
The past couple of weeks have been this. Whether you met with San'er or attended another boring party the Queen hosted with other political talking heads that had absolutely nothing important to say. Whenever it wasn't about your impending marriage, you went into great detail without even realizing.
And then there was the night before the ceremony. You stared at yourself in the mirror with a heavy heart. Not having seen Sokka since you finally informed him, trying to keep whatever feelings you both might've had contained only made you more sad. But it was for the best. You didn't want to keep lying and allow the feelings to fester.
Finished with braiding your hair, you got up to turn out the lights when you heard a familiar rhythmic tap against your window. Your brows furrowed and head tilted. With a sharp turn, your eyes land on the handsome charismatic man that is Sokka leaning against the frame like he was coolest man in the land (he is).
You let him in your room as discreetly as last time. "You haven't...left yet," you said. It was like a question and a statement at the same time. The look in his eyes was saying that he's never looked so sure in his life.
"No, I have not," he said. "I couldn't. Not yet."
"Sokka," you looked at him like he was crazy. But you'd be lying if you said you weren't secretly hoping he'd show up at least one more time. "I get married tomorrow."
"I know. That's why I'm here," he said as he took your hands in his. Your heart skipped a beat at the warmth of his palms. "I was thinking since we won't be able to see each other again after...that event, why not make the most of it?"
Your look didn't drop, he didn't flinch. Just held your hands tighter. His eyes were begging you to trust him now.
In the blink of an eye, you were right back where you started. Where you met. Your feet on the plush grass in the area you confronted him. The shoreline not too far from here. Clad in sleepwear that could probably buy the North Pole.
Then you were playing in the water--in your underwear. What started as splashing each other turned into play fighting, which then turned into holding each other while a little winded for moments too long. He looked at you. You looked at him. The moon seemed to be at the perfect position because, Gods, this angle was...surreal.
Sokka was well aware it'd be wrong to get any more involved with a soon-to-be bride, especially one who's the damn princess of the Earth Kingdom. But who would he be if he didn't lock lips with a gorgeous woman with a personality so bright he physically could not allow himself to leave yet?
He closed the distance and pressed his lips onto yours. His hands gentle on the sides of your face. So gentle he could feel you melting against him. One of you should've pulled back but didn't. To your own surprise, you deepened the kiss. Really putting the two times you've ever kissed someone to good use.
This was wrong. So wrong. But the way he held you close and angled your head so he could get more of you made you dizzy. If this was truly the last day you'd ever see the man you're in love with, it's like he said. Make the most of it.
The kiss only grew more intense as the seconds rolled by. Hungrier. He backed away for a second to catch his breath, fingers hooked around the hem of your panties.
"May I, your highness?" He asked. His breath warm against your lips. You nodded with a cheeky smile at him using your title and locked lips again, helping him get them off in a hurry. You needed him now.
He swiftly picked you up to straddle him after tossing them near where his makeshift tent used to be on the shore. Reaching between your bodies halfway in the water to properly align himself and waste no more time. You broke from his mouth to gasp and grip his shoulders. He was perfect. Filling you up like a warm meal after a long day.
Your head dipped into his shoulder to suppress your moans. He grit his teeth to do the same. His hold around your torso strong and his thrusts calculated. Going too fast and chasing a high was the last thing he ever wanted to do. With anything, really, but especially this.
The rest of the world quieted into nothingness. It was just you two in the world. No royal duties. No parents breathing down your neck. No fake smiles or constantly pushing a hairpin back into place. Just you.
The water rippled and made small waves as his hips increased in pace. You yelp. He found the spot you didn't even know was there. Your grip on his shoulders tightens. A tear threatens to break. Sokka can't even formulate words. Your brain is slowly turning into mush. Breathing becoming irregular. Legs trembling, getting weaker.
"S...okka," is all you can get out.
"I know," he says. Whispering your name just to feel you shiver. "Me too. Look at me."
You push yourself up and rest your forehead against his. Struggling to keep your eyes open but you held on. Your lips hovering but not quite touching. You were ready. He was ready.
"Together," he murmured. You smiled weakly and nodded. A few more thrusts and your eyes shut so tight you see stars. Crying out in pleasure and body arching into his. His own groans melting into moans that matched yours as he pulled out. You could feel his heart pounding. Arms trembling from holding you so tight and fighting the wetness of the water to not slip.
After a few moments it's just the sound of the ocean and heavy breathing. You're still in his arms. Spent and blissful. You felt physically weak but he refused to let go.
"Run away with me," he finally said. He didn't move. Didn't see the way your eyes peeled open.
"Sokka..."
"I can't let you marry him," he continued. Any ounce of playfulness has left his body. He was dead serious. So serious he could cry. "I can't leave here without you. If this choice follows us I promise I will take the blame, just...please," he pleaded your name. Hand resting on the back of your head as he closed his eyes.
"Sokka," you repeated, looking into his eyes again with heavy lids. "I'll do it."
He nearly short circuited. "...did I hear that right?"
"I'm not passing up the opportunity to see the world. Wherever you go... I'll follow."
A wide smile slowly rose on his lips before he kissed and spun you around, making the water splash a little. His chest filling with warmth when he hears your giggling, pulling back with a dreamy sigh.
"I cannot wait to be an unofficial prince," he said softly against your lips.
"...I don't think that's how it work-"
"Shh shh shh," he closed his eyes and nuzzled against your cheek. "Let me have this."
summary: the loom of consequences make you reconsider giving into temptation.
warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)
word count: 3.1k
a/n: i've already said this, but I am still so blown away by how much y'all liked the offer and jump started a new passion project for me. dex is a character i've been wanting to write for, and I love that I get to play around with him now. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
For the past forty eight hours, all you’d been able to think about was what had happened in that office with Dex and the potential catastrophic fallout that could ensue. After he was taken back to solitary, you returned home to your own later that night, your stomach twisted in knots with the frayed ends of each boundary you’d crossed. The heat of the moment had long passed, leaving behind the lingering chill of consequences.
Walking down the familiar hallway of the prison towards your office on Friday morning, you bypassed pleasantries and avoided the usual morning greetings, afraid to look anyone in the eye, as if they’d be able to see your sin with one guilty glance. You still had no idea what Dex’s true motivation was for being “cooperative”. All you had to go on was his word, which wasn’t substantial coming from someone who could lie and manipulate with the effortless ease of breathing.
What if it was all a game, just to see what you’d do? A trap you’d voluntarily tangled yourself into for his own entertainment. He couldn’t brag about his victory to the other inmates, but he could to the guards. Would they believe him? Would they take it to the warden? Did he already know? Were you completely fucked?
The only person who had those answers was currently being led into your office, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. He didn’t take his eyes off you once as he was guided in and sat down, the chains rattling while he was being cuffed to the table. Not even a second after the door clicked shut behind the last guard, Dex leaned back in the chair and spread his legs, flashing you a cocky smirk.
“On the desk, Doc.”
Your eyes narrowed in annoyance at his audacity to give commands while he was the one bound.
“No.”
The smirk suddenly vanished from his mouth, a flurry of surprise, confusion, and something that almost resembled panic clearing the darkened clouds of lust from his eyes. He abruptly sat up straight, beginning to notice the closed off body language you exuded with your arms crossed over your chest, and the intentional decision to stand behind your desk to put a physical barrier between the two of you.
“What do you mean no? Why?”
“Did you tell anyone?”
He seemed further perplexed by your inquisition.
“Tell anyone what?”
Normally you were able to keep a level head and remain calm in any situation, it was essential in your profession, but the anxiety that had been compounding over the last two days had eroded your patience and left your nerves raw and exposed.
“Don’t fuck with me, Benjamin. Did you tell anyone what happened on Wednesday?”
His eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by your unprecedented outburst, and then it was like you could see a light bulb go off in his head, only you weren’t privy to his enlightenment. His shoulders relaxed as he leaned back in the chair again, arching one of his brows while an amused smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Is that what’s got you all amped up?”
The silent scowl you gave him seemed to be confirmation enough, and he let out a deep chuckle.
“Doc, do you think if I told anyone I was fucking around with my psychiatrist, I’d get to keep seeing you?”
A furrow of annoyance nestled between your brows and you placed your hands on your hips.
“No, because I’d lose my job, be stripped of all my certifications and licensing, and probably end up in the cell next to you.”
Dex let out another laugh that rumbled deep in his chest, which only aggravated you further.
“Sweetheart, getting eaten out by a patient isn’t exactly grounds for solitary confinement in a maximum security prison. Besides, even if anyone did find out somehow, I’d deny everything.”
Your aggravation dissipated quickly, painted over with streaks of curiosity and confusion. There was a familiar hint of conviction in his voice, the same one you’d heard when he said he wouldn’t hurt you.
“Why?”
Now it was his turn to look puzzled. His brows lifted for a moment before they knit together, and he spoke in a cadence that made it seem like the answer was obvious.
“I just told you. I wouldn’t get to keep seeing you."
Blinking a few times, you just stared over at him, like your brain couldn’t process the simplicity of his answer.
“That’s it? That’s all you want? Just…to keep seeing me?”
That familiar smirk spread across his lips, and he leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to an intimate volume as if he were sharing a secret, although it was just the two of you in the room.
“Well, I think I made it clear the other day that I want to do more than see you, Doc.”
He grinned at the way your body language and expression immediately changed, letting out another deep chuckle before he leaned back in his seat once again.
“You know, I realize that I’m not the most trustworthy person, but I’m a little wounded you think so low of me.”
“You’ve spent your entire life lying and manipulating your way into and out of every situation, can you blame me for being suspicious of your intentions?”
“I suppose not. But I’ve never lied to you, or tried to manipulate you. Why would I start now?”
“Limited opportunities for entertainment.”
Dex grinned again, letting his eyes wander shamelessly over you.
“Oh, but you’ve given me plenty of material to keep myself entertained with.”
A beat of silence passed where the two of you just stared at each other. Dex had evident hunger in his intense gaze, and your body was warming up from the heat of it, but he could still see the hesitation in your eyes. He let out a deep exhale through his nose and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk.
“Look, let me put this as plainly as possible so we’re on the same page. I want to keep seeing you, Doc. I want to keep tasting you, I want to keep touching you. I want whatever you’ll give me, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get it. Now, will you please sit your pretty little ass on the desk and spread your legs for me?”
You should say no. You should nip this in the bud now. Even if Dex meant what he said, every second you didn’t jump back to the right side of your moral and professional boundaries led you closer and closer to some kind of fallout, and since there wasn’t much left they could do to punish Dex, all the retribution would be placed on you.
But the thrill of it all was just so goddamn enticing. That unrestrained hunger he displayed, when had you ever experienced that before? You knew from his file he had a tendency to be obsessive, to fixate on someone and bind himself to them, to offer up whatever he had to in order to be rewarded with acceptance and praise.
And now that someone was you.
It was addictive to be craved so ravenously. To be the object of unrestrained and raw desire. Never had your pleasure been the sole purpose behind someone’s interest in you, but that was all Dex wanted. To please you. The epiphany that you could bring a man like him to his knees with a snap of your fingers was a rush that made you feel almost dizzy. You’d gotten a taste of forbidden fruit, and it was too delectable to not go back for another taste. But you weren't completely blinded by lust to not consider caution.
“I think we need to establish some rules.”
Dex eyed you in curiosity, and his tone betrayed his perplexity.
“Rules?”
“I think you need to remember that you’re the one in handcuffs. You don’t get to come in here and make demands. You get what I allow you to have, when I allow you to have it. If we do this, it’s on my terms, and I have conditions.”
Dex sat up straighter, his intense attention locked solely on you. There was no smug smirk, no mirth or defiance in his eyes, nothing but a serious portrait of focus.
“Tell me.”
“You still have to participate in these sessions. I can’t see you three times a week and have nothing to report. I have to show them we’re making some kind of progress. You also have to keep behaving and cooperating outside of this office. And I want you to promise me that everything that happens in this room stays between us.”
Without hesitation, Dex gave you a firm nod.
“I promise.”
When you didn’t immediately look relieved or come around your desk towards him, he arched one of his brows with a subtle amused smile, curling his thumb and first three fingers inside his right palm before extending his pinky out towards you.
“You want me to pinky swear, Doc?”
“Shut up.”
He laughed at the look on your face and the grumble in your voice. Your eyes dropped down to his juvenile offer before looking up at him again. Finally rounding the corner of your desk, you locked your pinky with his.
“These are sacred oaths. You’re not allowed to break them.”
“I’m aware.”
Dex’s eyes were sparkling with mischief as he tilted his head to the side.
“Anything else, Doc?”
“Yeah, don’t walk in here again smiling like you’ve seen me naked.”
Dex’s lips split in a wolfish grin, and his eyes dropped down to your skirt, licking his lips before looking up at you again.
“Technically I haven’t. I’d love to, though.”
He tapped his fingers on the desk, a silent signal for you to sit. But you had other plans. You wanted to see how far his obedience went. You did lift yourself up onto your desk, but off to the side of it instead of in between his spread legs.
“I want something else."
Dex’s gaze dropped down to your legs, and a flash of excitement struck in them like lightning before the clouds of lust darkened his irises.
“What do you want?”
Ever since he’d mentioned taking care of his needs with his imagination, it had sent yours running wild. You wanted to hear what kind of noises he made, wanted to see what he looked like when he pleasured himself. You wanted to watch.
“I want you to show me how you entertain yourself.”
Dex clenched his jaw, and you watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed thickly. He let out a quiet breathy chuckle, and his voice was husky with want as he gave the chains a faint tug.
“I’m a little tied up here, sweetheart.”
“You can reach if you stand.”
He let out a sharp breath past his lips, and you could see that he was already half hard, the orange fabric straining against his growing bulge. He slowly rose to his full height, and you had to tilt your head back slightly to look up at him. The chains rattled as he stepped closer to the edge of the desk, until it was flush against his thighs. While your eyes dropped to watch him undo the bottom two buttons of his jumpsuit, he never took his eyes off of you.
Your lips parted slightly with a sudden inhale and your thighs pressed together watching him reach in to pull out his cock. A soft noise sounded in the back of your throat at the sight of it. You could almost see the veins throbbing insistently with need along his girth, the tip already leaking precum in anticipation.
When he held out his palm, breaking the bewitchment from his arousal, your eyes snapped up to his. He was breathing heavier, and there was a muddled look in his eyes of pleading and expectation. Looking down at his outstretched palm again, it suddenly clicked what he wanted from you. Lifting your gaze to his again, you leaned over as your tongue collected a generous amount of saliva from your mouth that you let slip past your lips into his eager hand.
He inhaled sharply, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, using your spit as lubricant to start stroking himself. Your top teeth sank down into your bottom lip hard as you fell under his spell again, watching intently as he took his time, slowly gliding his hand upwards, swiping his thumb over the sensitive tip with a low noise in the back of his throat, giving the head a light squeeze.
“I’ve thought about you…everyday…for the last few months.”
He moved his hand slowly with gentle flicks of his wrist. The way he kept eye contact with you had your panties already soaked through, and you pressed your thighs together more firmly for any kind of relief.
“Especially after the other day. I haven’t stopped thinking about how good you tasted…how tight you were around my fingers…how pretty you look when you cum. And the way you moaned my name…”
He let out a low moan of his own, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment, letting out a shaky and heavy breath. He was stroking his cock a little faster now, applying more pressure with his hand, and your fingers gripped the edge of your skirt as you swallowed thickly. He was reliving it in his head, you could almost see the memory playing behind his eyelids. It was the same dirty reel that had been on repeat in your own head.
“Look at me."
You hadn’t noticed you’d closed your eyes until his voice made them snap open. It wasn’t a command. It was almost begging. He was lightly panting now, and his other hand reached out towards you.
“Let me touch you…please.”
Biting your lip, you scooted closer on the desk towards him, and you let out a shaky breath when his hand grabbed your thigh, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes."
You answered in a breathy voice, almost surprised by your own shameless admission. Dex let out a quiet grunt and gripped your thigh a little tighter.
“Let me see.”
His voice was hoarse and dripping with need. Grasping the hem of your skirt, you tugged it up to your hips and spread your thighs. Your panties were so wet they clung to your dripping cunt, the outline of it visible beneath the light blue cotton that was nearly sheer now.
He was jerking his cock a little faster now, his breathing coming out in heavy pants. Between the concoction of your spit and his own precum, the slick sound of him stroking himself quicker was audible in an almost obscene way. Hooking your finger in the side of your panties, you pulled them to the side so he could see how drenched you were, a string of your arousal stretching between the soaked fabric and your clit. He let out a desperate whimper that made you shudder, and you could feel your wetness dripping onto the desk beneath you. You’d never been so turned on in your life.
“Fuck. Let me have a taste…please, sweetheart. Please.”
Slipping your hand between your thighs, you let out a soft moan as you swiped two of your fingers through your wet pussy, gathering a generous amount of your slick onto your digits before lifting them in offering. Dex immediately leaned in to take them in his mouth, his eyes nearly rolling when your taste hit his tongue. He moaned as he licked and sucked your fingers clean, stroking his cock even faster.
His lips were glistening with your juices and his spit when your fingers slipped from his mouth, and his breathing was ragged now, digging his blunt nails into your soft thigh while he jerked himself off fervently.
“Oh fuck…fuck I’m gonna cum…”
A sudden thought popped into your head that made you blush deeply due to its filthy nature, but it was also a practical solution. Hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, you shimmied a little to push them down your thighs, leaning over slightly to slip them over your heels to take them off. Dex was watching intently, his cheeks flushed as he panted. When you held them out to him, and he realized why, he let out a groan that nearly made you cum yourself.
He swiped them from your hand quickly. Away from your warm cunt, the soaked fabric had cooled when it hit the air, and when he placed your panties over the head of his sensitive cock, he let out a hiss before a moan tumbled from his parted lips. His right hand was moving rapidly now, and his left darted back out to grip onto your thigh again. His eyes were hooded and full of desperation, and he was panting as he maintained his intense eye contact.
Your own hand reached out of its own volition, grasping onto the back of his neck to pull him down closer until his forward was pressed against yours and you could feel the heat of his heavy breathing on your lips. His pupils were blown wide open, and he turned his head to brush his lips against yours. But before either of you could steal a kiss, his eyes screwed shut and his face twisted up in pure pleasure. He let out a guttural moan as his hips stuttered, exhaling shuddering breaths. He came so hard it leaked through your panties and dripped down his fingers.
His skin was blazing to the touch, and your own forehead was damp from being pressed against Dex’s sweaty skin. He twitched slightly, his hips subtly jerking forward as he drenched your panties in his cum, letting out a relieved moan. Your imagination hadn’t even come close to how erotic the reality had been.
He suddenly dipped down to capture your lips in a kiss that left you nearly breathless with the force of its passion. His tongue parted the seam of your lips, and you could taste the gift of yourself you’d given him, letting out a quiet moan that turned into a gasp when he nipped at your bottom lip and gave it a gentle tug.
Neighbor fbi!dex that you have a casual situationship with, but he's secretly obsessed with you (duh!). That man just wants you to use him, so whenever you knock on his door, he's opening it like:
Midnight thought cause I had a nap earlier and this happened, save me from me NOW.
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Sorry but why does every fanfiction with older men have to be age gap? And why does the reader ALWAYS have to be a pale, white, skinny, petite barely legal woman with a bratty personality?? And why do we suddenly loose subplots and major information that has EVERYTHING to do with the setting we're in
Like im not kidding i saw a fic saying "she shyly glanced down unto her ballerina flats" BALLERINA FLATS. in an apocalypse? Like i get you want your little princess moment but can we do that without tettering on the edge of pedophilia? Ive yet to see a fic with an older man where the reader has a somewhat acceptable age group compared to the character... what happened to bad ass personalities where the reader is ACTUALLY strong and not just a weak woman in need of saving.
“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.
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