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(smut) dbf! jack abbot- this is lowkey a wild ask so it's completely up to you if you want to write it or not but... like soft smut where reader is scared of pelvic floor exams. asked jack about pain with penetration and he said he'd examine them if they wanted that. time passes before reader finally agrees, jack coming over to their apartment- let's just say it ends with stubble burns against their thighs.
— I LOVE WILD ASKS please never ever be afraid to send ‘em i really loved this one.
As you had gotten older, you allowed your yearly pelvic exam to come and go. Sometimes you would get the courage to make the appointment and tell yourself this year you’re gonna do it. You’re gonna face the music, anxiety be damned and go get checked out. Then as it inched closer and closer to the date you chicken out and cancel.
You were beyond scared of getting one. You knew exactly why too, losing your virginity had not been nearly as fun as all your friends made it out to be, sex hurt. When you told your girlfriends this they looked at you a little funny and asked maybe he didn’t do it right, it wasn’t exactly supposed to be painful, not the whole time anyway. So you did a few experiments of your own, cause maybe they were right and the guy just i don’t know did it wrong?
You bought a toy, a not too big but average to smaller sized dildo, online as going in store was too much to handle. And one night when your college roommates were out, you tried using it but it hurt just the same, you even tired just using your fingers but that wasn’t much better. From then on for years, you avoided sex as much as you could. All subsequent boyfriends who managed to persuade you into it just told you it'd be “Much better with me trust me baby” and it never really was.
When you bring it up to one of your friends again, they point something out that you had been trying to avoid thinking of. “Hey, isn't one of your dads friends a doctor or something? Why haven’t you asked him about it?” oh that guy. Yeah the one you are kinda a little too attracted to who’s not just your fathers friend but his best friend, who makes your brain short circuit each time he calls you sweetheart? That one. Yeah you’d rather not talk about how sex is painful to the older man, who is the closest person to your father. You just might have to though if you ever wanna actually enjoy sex in your life.
When you see Jack a few days later for your dads weekly dinner night he hosts, you manage to pull him away telling your dad it’s private girly medical related questions, he shuts up shortly after that.
“What's up kid you okay?” Jack asks, concern evident in his voice. You rarely asked him anything medical and he was a bit worried you’re about to ask him how long is it normal for a woman to go without getting her period. “How…” you squeak out. Oh god here it comes. Before you start again you clear your throat. “How um common is, you know pain during sex…” the word sex leaves your lips in a meek and quiet tone, Jack tries his best not to chuckle as to not embarrass you further, but he’s happy it's not the question he was expecting. “Pretty common kid, at least the first time” he explains calmly, his casual demeanor easing your anxiety only a bit. “And how about every time?”
The idea of you having sex multiple times shouldn't be making Jack's chest ache the way it is, you’re a young beautiful girl after all, he tries telling himself it’s only cause it’s apparently painful and he cares for you. This time he straightens up a bit, “if the guys aren’t being rough, it's less common, it shouldn’t be every time” he watches as your eyes go a little wide and shake your head no in response to the first half of his statement. “Have you had an exam lately kid?” This is a purely professional question so it shouldn’t feel as dirty as it does coming out of his mouth.
“I um normally cancel them” Jack can only sigh out in a bit of frustration. “You should really get them regularly sweetheart” he misses the way your thighs lightly squeeze together at the use of the nickname. “I’m scared s’ all, anything going um inside hurts and doctors offices only make me more nervous” you explain. He smooths a hand over your hair, sympathy lacing his voice. “it’s okay i don’t mean to make you feel bad about it kid i swear” “How-” he stops himself, his eyebrows furrowing as if he was debating something in his head. “What?” you prompt, trying your hardest to not buckle at the knees from the way he’s practically petting your head. Physical touch is a quite rare thing between you too minus a few hugs on birthdays or pats on the back. “How about I give you one?’ oh sweet jesus that sounds wrong. He clears his throat, his face a little flush now at his own words but he doesn’t backtrack. “I’m a doctor, that you know, so it’s less scary” “No appointment needed if that makes you more comfortable” as you are processing his words he continues on. “I could do it at your apartment, where ever you feel most comfortable”
Your throat shouldn't feel as dry as it does, but the idea of Jack examining your pussy makes your head spin and slick settle between your legs a little. Maybe you should just see a regular random doctor, not one you have a wildly inappropriate crush on. You leave him with a small “Thank you, I'll think about it” and run off with the excuse of using the bathroom. You leave before Jack that night without much of any goodbye to him, he tries not to dwell on it, he really hopes he didn’t upset you.
You however dwell for days on Jack’s suggestion. Without the underlying nerves you feel because of being attracted to him, it is a good idea. You’d feel far more comfortable, maybe too comfortable being examined by him rather than a doctor you hardly know. You don’t bring it up to anyone as you’re too embarrassed but you think about it for days. When you get a reminder for the last gyno appointment you were brave enough to make, you cancel it without another thought and text Jack.
All he does is thumbs up your message but for the next few hours you are anxious as all hell while waiting for him to knock on your door. You had given yourself the time both to calm down but also clean your apartment. Even though he was literally coming over to give you a vaginal exam and wouldn't care what your place looked like, you wanted it to be neat. Even if this was going to be probably the weirdest event in your life to date.
You are startled out of your train of thought by a knock at the door, you glance at the clock — 3pm exactly. Damn older men and their punctuality or was it a doctor thing? Shaking your head you nervously make your way to open the door, greeting Jack with a little awkward wave. He chuckles softly, the sound calming you as you step back from the open door to invite him in. “It’ll be alright, i’ll be gentle kid” his voice runs over your skin leaving behind goosebumps. You don’t know what you’re more nervous over, the expected pain of the actual examination or, the idea of Jack's hands on you, his fingers in you.
Without wasting much time Jack settled into a semi professional but still comforting balance as he puts down the small bag of stuff he needs on the floor of your living room. You appreciate his effectiveness, as he tells you to sit on your couch facing him. You listen and watch as he sits on top of your coffee table. “This will be a little awkward because we are here and not a hospital, so I don't have a few things sweetheart” he starts to explain. “The no gown won’t be too hard, you have a skirt on so if you could just take off your underwear i can have access without-” he paused a moment as if thinking “leaving you too indisposed” the way he snaps a pair of blue latex gloves on shouldn’t be making as wet as it is, fuck.
“Can-” you stutter out, your face hot but he seems to pick up on what you’re asking, nodding softly he turns his head away to give you some semblance of privacy. Bunching up your skirt you hook your fingers into the waistband of your slightly soaked panties and pull them down your legs. You kick them under the coffee table so they’re out of sight and tap Jack on the shoulder, he shakes his head softly at your shyness before turning to face you again.
“Put your feet up either side of me on the table, won’t be the same as stirrups but close enough” tugging at the end of your skirt to cover yourself a bit more you do as he says and place your feet up flat on the low table. He adjusts them slightly, grabbing your foot one at a time and slides them a bit so they are more half off not so far back. “Scooh more to the edge of the couch kid, lean back ‘n tilt your hips up a lil more f’ me” the way you listen so well to Jack has him smiling softly at you and muttering out a small “Atta girl”
He pressed lightly around on your abdomen through your shirt and skirt, eyes glued to your face gauging your reactions. “No pain or tenderness when I do this, right?” when you shake your head no he stops. “My hand is gonna go under your skirt for a second okay?” your face grows hotter and you nod, your voice has yet to find you again but so far nods are an effective enough communication with him. He reaches down between your legs but only presses around again, this time he is much closer to your pussy but he remains on the outside, pressing over the mound of it and on your pubic bone. “No pain?” Once again your head shakes side to side. His hand pulls away, your eyes follow his movements as he reaches down to grab a small bottle out of his bag.
He holds it but doesn’t do anything with it yet, his eyes find yours again “This next part i have to put my fingers inside, that okay sweetheart?” you gulp softly, nodding yes slowly as your nervousness grows again. “That’s the part that us- usually hurts” you explain in a small voice. It’s Jack's turn to nod now, "Penetration?” you let out a ‘mhm’ in agreeance as he squeezes the clear substance onto his pointer finger. “This is lube to make it easier and I’ll go slow, only one finger” his other hand reaches around your leg to touch the back of your calf, rubbing soothing lines up and down the muscle. “If you’re relaxed it might not be as painful” he explains, waiting on your go ahead before reaching down under your skirt once again.
Pushing his lube coated index finger through your folds the tip of it finds your entrance, he gauges your face, when you nod again he proceeds by pushing it inside.
Your sharp intake of air makes him stop once only the first bend of his finger is inside. “Come on, relax f’ me sweetheart” his low honey dipped voice makes your body go a bit lax, he inches his finger forward again and when you show no sign of pain he goes all the way til it's completely inside. “How’s that kid?” he sounds as breathless as you feel but you try to ignore it. “A little pain” you squeak out. “Give it a second, relax and it might go away”
“Don’t know how to relax more” you whine out, the sound going straight down Jack’s spine and up again, he shivers a bit and wills it away before it travels further south. “I’m gonna try something…do you trust me sweetheart?” you’re already nodding again in response before he fully finishes his question.
Bringing his thumb up he parts the lips of your pussy til it finds your clit. You gasp out and slightly scare him, “That hurt?” “No no m’ sorry surprised me is all” you mumble out, biting your lip to hold in any more noises from getting free, like an accidental moan. Jesus christ why did you think this was a good idea again? If you had to bet you’d say you were soaking his gloved finger, even with the sting you felt from it inside, it felt good at the same time. You never even reached this type of feeling with your own fingers.
His thumb on your clit presses down lightly and starts rubbing in circles, you let out a small little sigh that makes Jack smirk a bit. “There you go honey, come on” “Un-tense your shoulders” your body listens almost instantaneously “Good girl” you can’t help the whimper that comes out at his words, he doesn’t say anything in response. “Feel any better?” he prompts, his eyes remain on your face, no matter how bad he wants to peek under your skirt to watch the way your little bud twitches under his touch. “Mhmm a bit” you answer softly, trying to push away the odd feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach.
“Can I put in another finger, we’ll see how that feels?” he whispers, he definitely has enough information that he thinks he knows what’s wrong already but you don’t need to know that. “Yeah” you pant out, shaking your head a little too eagerly, if Jack notices he doesn’t say a word. With ease his middle slips in alongside his pointer, his thumb still circling your clit. “No pain honey?” the motion of your head once again answers his question. “Wanna try something else…can I move my fingers sweetheart?”
“Please” you plead, head to fuzzy to care how desperate you sound. Slowly pulling his fingers back he watches your face as he pistons them back in, repeating the motion. “That feel good?” “Mhm no pain, fuck! feels really good” you whine out, your hips now bucking up against his fingers. He speeds up, still waiting to see if it hurts or if you stop him. “Jack” you moan out, his cock throbs in response.
“Yeah kid?” “Need- Mm” you cut yourself off, pinching your lips in a line and tilting your head back. “Nuh-uh come on honey, tell me what ya’ need” he prompts, curling his fingers up to hit a different spot inside you that has you letting out a pornographic noise you didn’t know you were even capable of. “Need-” you huff out, before he stops you “Look at me when you say it, come on kid” “Use your words”
Lifting your head you look into Jack’s eyes, his breath hitches at the sight of your glazed over lust filled eyes, batting your eyelashes you start again. “Need more” you sob. His stomach just about hurts now from how hard he is in his jeans that feels all too tight. “Yeah? What more honey? Another finger or something else?” he asks, consciences be damned he’s not gonna leave you hanging even if your old man would fucking kill him if he ever found out about this. “Somethin’ else please” you whine, not even knowing what more you want. Jack however seems to when he takes his free hand off your calf and lifts your skirt, his head ducking under it. His fingers don’t stop positioning in and out of your slick cunt even if you squeal a bit at his motion. The noise morphs into a moan, your body melting into the couch when his warm tongue pokes out and makes contact with your pussy, licking at your pussy. “Still feel good kid?” he mumbles out, before his thumb leaves your bundle of nerves only to be replaced by his mouth as he sucks at it.
“Yeah- Yeah feels s’ good” you breathe out, letting go of your skirt, he grabs at your one leg, lifting your foot off the table placing it over his shoulder, prompting you to do the same with your other before his fingers slip out of your pussy.
You whine at the loss, “Jackkk” making him chuckle softly against you. “Hang on sweetheart” he coos as he uses both hands to grab at your hips, pulling you up and half way off the couch to get you closer to his mouth, lapping at you hard splitting your folds with his pointed tongue before sucking at your clit. “Ah- Ahhh ooh fuck” you wail out, your hands frantic to steady yourself. One finding purchase on his shoulder before sliding down his back under his shirt where your nails scratch at his skin. The other holding on for dear life to the edge of your couch cushion, your legs tighten a bit around his head.
“Holy shit” you whisper out in breathless disbelief, the odd feeling from before coming back to quickly build in the pit of your stomach. Jack's large hands cupping your waist squeeze at your flesh, as he shakes his head side to side a little, flattening his tongue against you. Your thighs burn a bit at the friction of his stubbly face rubbing against them. He moves back to harshly sucking at your clit, your pussy and his mouth coated in his spit as he practically slurps at your juices.
“Huu- shit” “Wait wait! Jack- mhm feels like m’ gonna pee” you try pushing at his head to stop him, even if you desperately didn’t want his mouth off you. That feeling in your stomach was teetering on the edge. “Ya’ don’t have to pee sweetheart, that’s a orgasm you feel” he grumbles out, the explain making your hand ease up from pushing instead it rakes through his curls “S’ okay cum for me kid”
“Promse s’ okay” you whine out, staring down at his head between your legs. “Yeah, you can do it” “cum f’ me it’s okay honey” "Promise it’ll feel good, no pain” his reassure is all you need to let your high wash over you, legs shaking on his shoulders, “There we go, fuck” he moans out. Your back arching as you cum on his tongue with a loud wanton moan filling your apartment coupled with his praise, “Atta girl, sweetheart” “Such a good girl f’ me” he laps at your cum. “Taste so fucking sweet, like i knew ya’ would” he mumbles out, that one you think was meant more for himself.
Managing to reluctantly pull his head from between your soft thighs, Jack used his hold on your hips to place your body back onto the couch. You stare at him wide eyed when you notice his face all wet, covered in you. “Got somethin’ on my face kid?” you nod meekly. He chuckles and pinches at the collar of his shirt to bring it up and wipe at his mouth. “No pain after?” he asks. “No, never done that before” you whisper out, flicking your head down to where your skirt now covered your puffy but satisfied pussy.
“Just needed an older man huh sweetheart, help ya’ relax a little and the pain melts away” he states, reaching down to rub at your knee. “Fucking little boys” he tsks but your eyes are glued to the large bulge in between his thick thighs. You’d have to be extra relaxed to take that monster on…
— would the position jack eats you out in, be at all comfortable for that old man's back? fuck no and lowkey it’s a hard to physically imagine it but jack’s strong s’ fineeeee i got a little too lost in sauce when writing clearly oops…this was also only like half proofread.
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dex isn’t usually into porn , doesn’t find much help in it but that doesn’t mean he won’t scroll on a website once in a moon to look for something delectable . most of the time he never finds anything good , not until one long day of . . . well whatever he does for a living when he came across a certain page that somehow intrigued him
he didn’t really know why but he would assume it was the same reason all the other older men watched your videos all the damn time . maybe it was the tone of your voice , the sweet moans you let out whenever you reached your supposed peak . it was definitely your voice , he had to resort to that since you never showed your face and somehow it made him even more worked up , your voice that is
dex would watch your videos non - stop , once and a while send an anonymous load of money but he never asked for anything , he didn’t send money to get a personal video or even a picture for that matter , he just sent money . . . that’s only because dex had other plans
what kind of man would he be if he didn’t spend hours on end memorizing your voice ?? the whimpers you let out , the ragged breaths , the soft moans , everything . he would pay attention to your room , making out the small details on the wall a camgirl wouldn’t be bothered to take down . it’s not like an ex fbi detective is watching her videos right ? ??
by the next week dex knew almost everything basic about you . your name , where you live , the school you attend , the people you hang out with regularly , even the places you buy your clothes at . he also has your schedule figured out , your routines on the days you don’t post or go live , and the routines on the days you do . everything . and then dex was getting bolder as the days rolled by
he’d start to send you money , this time with his full name plastered on it , lingering around you at cafe , following you everywhere , even purposefully bumping into you just so he can say a simple ‘ sorry ’ . he would buy you new sets for your videos , new clothes and a bunch of things he knows you like and leave them on your doorstep with no note or even a card , he would watch your videos and get extremely hard when you would wear something he got you and give thanks to the mysterious man that happened to me him
he would find himself getting closer to you , more ‘ accidental ’ meetings in dinner spots or around your campus , a campus he’s never been too but claims he graduated from . he would even now pay for personal videos of you moaning his name so eagerly while abusing your pussy with a vibrator . a picture here and there of your breasts or your ass , or even just an outfit he definitely saw you wearing only three hours ago
and you gave it all to him , because he sent you soooo much money and what better way to repay him than by giving him a little extra . but it’s not just that , it’s the thought of him , you have no idea what he looks like , what he sounds like but the thought of him riles you up . the thought of you passing by him almost every day , unbeknownst to you that it’s actually happening , and he recognizes you . and the things he texts you back like the million praises after a video of your fingers clenching around your soaked pussy moaning ‘ dex ’ a thousand times and pleading for him , just makes you want this mystery man even more . . .
dads best friend bascolm finally getting his dirty hands on you <3
mdni 18+
warnings: age gap (legal of course), oral (f receiving), use of kiddo, pervy!bascolm, he lowkey cums on your panties, probably a little ooc, he calls reader dolly, i believe that’s all!
It was tradition at this point, going to the mountain house during the summer that your dad grew up in. You knew you’ve changed over the winter, and frankly you were excited to see Bascolm. You’ve always thought he was attractive but now that you’re in your early twenties you’ve noticed his gaze lingering sometimes, and it gets your heart going in your chest.
When you arrive at the house, you instantly exit the car, grabbing your bags from the trunk as your dad helps you. When you round the car you see him. On the porch. He’s smiling down at you both, sexy as ever. You smile back at him and wave shyly. When he makes his way down to you he gives your dad a long hug, patting him on the back in greeting.
Then, he’s looking over at you and smirking, pushing his tongue to the inside of his cheek. You speak up with a sly smile “Hi Bascolm” you study his gaze, it’s dropping down your body swiftly, if you weren’t looking you wouldn’t have noticed, but you did. “Hi sweetheart” he chuckles back, moving to give you a side hug, kissing the top of your head quickly before grabbing some of your bags and helping carry them inside.
You settle for the room upstairs, with a full size bed and a weird taxidermy deer hanging on the wall you’ll be trying to ignore all summer. You set your bags down on the bed just as Bascolm come in, setting the bags of yours he helped with next to the ones you just sat down. “All set?” He grunts a little leaning down before straightening up, stretching his back. You nod and smile sweetly at him. “Yes, thanks for helping me” you look at him.
He nods and waves you off “Don’t mention it” he drawls before he’s giving you a wink, leaving the room and closing the door. You’re left lying back on the bed, biting your bottom lip thinking about the long summer you’ve got ahead. The drive up here was long, and being cramped in the back of the car with your bags didn’t make for the best bed, so you’re tired, deciding to take a nap until dinner tonight.
When you come to, it’s dark outside, and the curtains are blowing in the cool night air. You rub your eyes a little and get up, moving to close the window. You can hear people moving around downstairs and figure it’s about time to eat. Changing quickly and brushing out your hair you exit your room rushingly, but as soon as you leave you bump into something, or more someone.
You look up and are met with Bascolms smirk, his hand running through his beard swiftly as you swallow at the closeness. “Shit, sorry” you chuckle awkwardly, stepping back a little only to be met by his hand moving behind your head, protecting you from bumping into the large wooden door. A little embarrassed you feel your cheeks pinking “Wo-ahoah” he chuckles lightly, “little clumsy thing ain’t ya’?” He smiles, finally taking a step back from you, eyes dragging over your body.
“Sorry” you shake your head, giggling embarrassed again. “That’s alright” he nods. “Was coming to get you for dinner.” You nod and smile, moving to follow him downstairs. Dinner goes fine, everyone talking about what they’ve been up to, how your schooling is going, Bascolm mentions how you’re growing up on everyone, it makes your cheeks blush.
After everyone eats you excuse yourself for a shower, grabbing a towel and heading to the bathroom. Your showers nice, you try not to think about how it faintly smells like Bascolms body wash, that woodsy minty smell that hits you every time you hug him. You finish up and step out, attempting to grab all your clothes you’d just had on and start walking back to your room.
On your way, you pass Bascolm, he’s got a towel in his hand and gives you a swift nod before disappearing into the still steamy room. You shrug it off and go to your own. After getting changed, combing out your hair, and applying your lotion you settle on your bed. You start scrolling on your phone quietly, probably won’t be sleeping for a while due to your long nap earlier.
After about 20 minutes of quietness there’s a soft knock at your door, figuring it’s your dad wanting to say goodnight you hop up, opening it, only to be met by him. “Oh, hey what’s up?” You ask looking up at him, his curls are wet and he smells like the fucking body wash that was in there.
He smiles and holds his hand up, and dangling between his fingers are none other than your worn panties you had on today. “Think ya’ forgot these.” He drawls lowly, looking at you closely. Your face drops, along with your stomach. Instantly grabbing them out of his hand and holding them behind your back like that made a difference now. “Oh my God, I’m sorry, I thought I grabbed everything-.” He takes a step forward into your room, cutting you off.
“Well that’s alright” he smiles, shaking his head and looking down at you, taking you in like this. “Just thought I’d return em to their rightful place” he smirks, peeking at your hands that are clenched around them, pressed into your back. “Thank you.” You nod, trying to to avoid his gaze. “Yer welcome” he chuckles lightly, finally stepping back, but looking at you once more. “Goodnight kiddo.” Then he’s gone, footsteps fading down the stairs.
You shut the door and sigh, the heel of your empty palm pressing into your eyes. You finally look at the panties you’d left, they’re nothing special, just black cotton with lacey elastic. But…looking closer, something’s on them. Your eyebrows furrow as you lift them closer to see better, something white and stiffening by the second sits on them. You figure you or him may have spilled some body wash or shampoo on them and toss them into the pile of your dirty clothes, shaking your head in disbelief.
The next few days nothing really happens, you actually try to avoid Bascolm for the most part, figuring if you’re not near him you cant embarrass yourself. But now, as you’re walking back up to the house you notice your dad’s cars gone. You tilt your head a little in confusion as you head inside. “Dad!” You call out, wondering what he’s doing. Instead of your dad coming down the stairs it’s Bascolm.
“Hey kiddo, your dad went to town, had to pick up some groceries.” He says, making you nod in response, moving to sit on the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen. After a while he joins you, plopping down next to you on the couch. You figure you’d ask while he’s here “Hey, the other night did you like, spill body wash on my underwear? I washed them today and it didn’t come out.” You shift your lips in confusion, watching him.
He thinks for a moment before his eyes meet yours “Nope.” He says bluntly. Eyes trained on yours. You weren’t expecting that, you were expecting him to say, “maybe, sorry” but not just plain “no.” You raise an eyebrow “Hm, that’s weird it just won’t come out.” You bite your nails in thought “do you have any idea what it could be?” You ask, maybe if you know it’ll come out easier.
“It’s cum.”
Your head snaps to meet his gaze, face scrunched in disbelief. His is neutral, like what he said was completely normal, like you’re had this discussion a thousand times. “What?” You bark in a weird, nervous laugh, surely you didn’t hear him right??? He shrugs, leaning in closer and lowering his voice to a low murmured drawl, “It’s, my, cum.” he says slowly, eyes trained on yours.
You’re speechless and frozen from your spot on the couch, mouth hanging open. He chuckles lowly and lifts his hand, pushing the bottom of your chin lightly to shut your mouth. Then his thumb trails across your bottom lip slowly, rubbing it in a little circle before he hums and pulls it back to his lap, adjusting his pants right there in front of you. “Ain’t stupid.” He shrugs “I see the way you look at me.” He smirks, gauging your reaction.
“Bascolm,” you let out a breath, genuinely at a loss for words. “I don’t, I don’t know what to say.” You say lowly, shyly, eyes trained on your lap. “Don’t gotta say anything dolly,” he leans in, brushing hair out of your face before cupping the side of it and turning your head so you look at him. “Just nod if you want poor ol’ Bascolm” he drawls, scooting closer on the couch to you.
You nod instantly, the feeling of his hand rubbing the side of your face before fisting in your hair, smashing hips lips to yours heavily. He groaned into your mouth as you whimper softly, before he’s hoisting you up around his waist and taking you upstairs to your room, kissing you and hands squeezing at your ass.
When he lays you down on you bed he moves to kiss down your neck, and is pulling at your shirt. “Been wanting you for a while-fuck dolly.” He says when you slip your shirt off with a heavy exhale, only left in your bra and some shorts, he moves to kiss down your chest and stomach, clipping your bra off instantly and rolling your pebbled nipples in his rough calloused fingers as he kisses down your stomach.
He moves and bites your shorts elastic before dragging it down with his teeth, you’ve got absolutely nothing on underneath them. He growls when he realizes this, lifting your thighs up and dropping his head to the back of one, almost as if the sight of you has made him weak. He lets out a couple shaky breaths against your skin before he’s spreading your legs with his hands, arms moving to your tits again as he kisses the inside of your thighs.
He watches your pretty face move and bite your lip while watching him. You can feel his moving beard against you as he kisses, and then, he’s latching onto you. His lips wrapping around your puffed up clit, fingers shoving inside your entrance. You’re arching your back off the mattress, hips grinding up into his face as your hands pull on his curls as he works you with his mouth.
The sounds that are coming from the room are filthy. Slurping sounds from him coming from between your legs, creaking of the bed as you grind your cunt against his mouth, your moans and whimpers filling the air. A few moans and curses slip from Bascolm as he works you. His fingers are curling just right, his tounge flicking against your button, you’re getting close.
“Basc, oh fuck- M’ gonna come.” You’re planting out, one of your hands moving to massage your breast. He nods against you, not removing his mouth, he’s like a leach to you. He speeds up his actions, beard rubbing the insides of your thighs raw. As you release on his face with a loud moan and arch of your back you can feel his teeth as he smiles against your sopping pussy.
He works you through your orgasm, talking you through it with a couple “doin’ so good, so good dolly.”. When you’ve come down, hands slipping out of his hair and laying beside you, chest heaving, you both hear tires crunching against the gravel outside. You sit up instantly, he’s moving off you with a chuckle, grabbing your shirt and throwing it at you and pulling your shorts back on you gently. He presses a quick kiss against your tummy before moving to kiss you deeply to the mouth. You can still taste yourself on his before he’s pulling back and disappearing out of the room.
Soon enough you hear your dad’s voice, with the shuffling of grocery bags and you sigh, falling back against your pillows, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
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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.”
