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hi friends!!! i am working on an original piece of work as we speak, that should be posted on wattpad in a couple of days!!! my username is @r0ttenbites if you want to read about a starving artist from missouri moving to los angeles in 2013 and falling in love with the arrogant bad boy who’s foot she rolled over with her car!!! on this topic, i also have a tiktok account promoting the story with amazing edits made by one of my best friends @grimxs , and if you want to check those out as well, then press the link at the bottom!!!
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bf!dex who looks way too pleased with himself when you get angry enough to hit him.
you two make a very disfunctional couple, that much could be said. you patch him up from knife and bullet wounds more often than you go out on dates, and you're constantly arguing about dex's obsessive, infuriating need to keep everything in your life under his control.
on particularly bad fights, you make him grovel for days.
dex will mostly spend them chasing you around your apartment while you pretend not to notice the hulking mass of a man stalking you around every room, an inevitable presence you couldn't get rid of even if you tried. he says i'm sorry and please talk to me and i'll do anything while you try your best to remain unphased, even if the undeniable lack of remorse in his voice only fills you with even more rage.
one day you turn on your heels and slap him across the face.
it's a sudden, sharp crack that echoes around the room like a gunshot. his head turns to the side and stays there, because you struck him hard enough for dex to freeze like that for a moment before he blinks once in surprise, tongue moving inside his mouth to poke the inside of his cheek.
you can see it in him, the change that happens when dex registers the sting and the heat that starts spreading across the side of his face, the shape of your fingertips painting his skin a crimson red. his mouth curls then, lips tugging into a smile as his eyes flutter closed to savor the impact.
you make a disgusted sound, and because you're still pissed, even more mad now than before you realized you can't even hurt him without his deranged brain turning it into this, you snarl: "what the fuck is wrong with you?"
dex only laughs in response, seemingly pulled out of his trance by the sound of your voice. it's the first time you've spoken to him in hours, and something inside him hums in satisfaction at finally earning back your attention, even if you're still scowling at him with an intensity that would make a lesser man feel the urge to bolt.
to dex, though, the only thing worth registering is that he has your eyes back on him once more, your touch back where it belongs—on his skin, burning across his cheek as physical proof.
he reaches out to grab your hand, fingers enclosing around your wrist and lifting your arm with enough gentleness to make you hesitate upon the thought of pulling it right back, then guides your palm to lay flat against the other side of his face.
"i'll let you take it out on me all you want, we both know i deserve it," he says, soft eyes fixed on yours despite the haze of rage still clouding your vision. "but if you really want to hurt me, then you'll have to hit me harder, sweetheart."
thank you to the lovely anon who sent in a bunch of their reqs into my inbox, i’m so grateful you decided to pass your smutty torch onto me🥹
moans bounced off the walls as daeron thrusted into you, his moves languid yet sharp, jabbing gasps forming on your lips. your legs were wrapped around his waist, pulling both of your pelvises closer together. each movement was euphoric, and you couldn’t help but to tangle your hands in daeron’s hair, giving a sharp tug.
it was like a flick of a switch, the world flipping on its axis. daeron’s spine curled like a cat, his movements halting as your fingers embedded themselves into his hair. a sharp mewl left his lips, leaving your eyebrows to draw together. daeron’s sharp thrusts turned into jerky spurts, your lips parting in a gasp as his movements quickly turned into sporadic bursts.
“baby?” you gasp out, nails scratching daeron’s scalp, leaving him a whimpering and moaning mess. “baby, what’s wrong?”
no response passes daeron’s lips, his face twisted in pure pleasure as your fingers continue to card through his hair. it’s then you feel the warmth of his seed seep inside of you, his body jerking at the aftershocks of his orgasm.
a gasp leaves your lips, sharp and hot, rendering you speechless as daeron continues to sporadically rut his hips into yours. “i’m sorry. so fucking sorry.” daeron mumbles, his seed starting to drip down your thighs. “your hands— my hair, i just couldn’t help myself.”
daeron’s words suddenly has it all clicking in your head; your hands tugging at his hair — his reaction. turns out your solemn and quiet boyfriend likes his hair pulled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that tugs at your lips from the realization.
“aww, baby.” you coo, pulling harder at his hair, daeron moaning louder with each pull. “you like it when i play with your hair?”
you feel daeron’s cock twitch inside of you, his eyes screwed shut as you continued to twist and tug at his long blonde strands. “yea-yeah,” daeron gasps, putting all of his body weight onto you before placing his face in the crook of your neck. “don’t stop, sweet girl. please, don’t stop.”
a smile twitched on your lips, fingers locked in daeron’s hair. it was fascinating to see your normally stoney faced boyfriend fall apart, and you would keep this little tick of daeron’s hidden in your back pocket from now on.
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