june

it was approaching midnight as you were returning to your apartment from your long shift at work. the night breeze was cool against your face as the city lights illuminated your path.

your steps slowed when a rattle came from the alley just next to your building. a gurgling cough followed, and you couldn't stop yourself from looking, intrigued when you saw a pair of legs sticking out from behind the dumpster. you approached with caution and pepper spray, but lowered it immediately upon seeing how bloodied and beaten the stranger below you was.

you figured he was in his mid-to late thirties, built like a weapon. his face was torn to shreds, oozing with every wince he made. similarly, with each breath, he was wheezing slightly. his blue uniform, that covered his entire top half except for his eyes, was stained with blood in several areas. the worst was on his right side where he was clutching himself to stem the bleeding, gritting his teeth in pain.

you knew he was dying.

so you made the split-second decision to take him into your apartment. this was a complicated affair, granted that he was approximately double your size in terms of muscle mass, so getting him off of the ground was terrifically difficult. after bending his knees, much to his chagrin, and stepping on his boots to keep him balanced, you took the stranger's outstretched hand and hoisted him to his feet. he groaned, dribbling blood and spit from his lips as he leaned most of his weight on your much-smaller frame. you were beyond thankful you had started going back to the gym as a new years' resolution.

it was truly a miracle that you got him up to your apartment without falling. you had to go back down later with a rag and wipe up the trail of blood on the floor, though.

you took the bloodied, masked man into your bathroom, switching on the overhead light to see him more clearly. when you did, your breath hitched.

"hoping for daredevil?" he bristled, deeply uncomfortable beneath your scrutiny.

your brows narrowed, confused. "what? no."

your voice was like honey. he didn't quite know what to do with this. why were you helping him?

you opened the cabinet and pulled out an extensive first-aid kit, rolling up your sleeves. "alright, we need to get those cleaned and stitched up before you bleed the fuck out. will you let me help you?"

the stranger let out a laugh. "will i let you save my life?"

"consent's important," you replied. "gotta peel that," you gestured to his entire uniform, including the leather suit with the signature bullseye on his forehead, belts to store knives and guns, "off."

a beat passed and the electrical charge of the air changed.

"i have clothes that can fit you, don't worry."

dex wasn't sure if "worry" was exactly the correct term for what he was feeling. he let out a sharp exhale, and with his unoccupied hand, removed his mask.

"oh, hi," you introduced yourself sheepishly, blushing under his intense gaze. that, and the fact that he was incredibly handsome. it was then that you realized who he was, but it wasn't going to change what you were doing. he needed help now.

"hi," dex breathed, reading that you'd recognized him, dropping the mask to the ground, immobile.

you approached him the way you would a stray animal, hands raised. "may i?"

dex nodded, yet he still appeared apprehensive of you. you started with the belts, easing them off his torso. his hazel eyes tracked every one of your movements as you unclasped the hook at the top of his uniform and began to unzip it down his muscular back. you peeled the fabric forward gently, pulling it over his unfairly broad shoulders toward you. dex hissed at the pain, having caught on a wound you hadn't seen.

"shit, i'm so sorry, there's no easy way to do this—"

"'s okay."

resolve churned in your pretty eyes when you looked back up at him. tenacious. he liked it.

you continued, taking dex's gloves off his large hands before you stripped the fabric further down, revealing meaty biceps and a built, wounded chest. you'd admire him if he wasn't so caked in grime and blood.

your eyes landed on the gash in his side—to which he now held a cloth—widening in horror. "jesus christ."

your hands hovered a few inches away from his belt buckle. there was a wound on his left leg, you knew that much from his limping.

dex whispered your name and it felt intimate on his tongue. your lashes flicked up to him and he swore his heart stuttered, nodding. your hand was undoing his buckle and dex's head was spinning. he watched you religiously as you stripped his combat pants off, mindfully avoiding his wound. you'd made him kick off his boots as soon as he'd gotten into your apartment, so all he was left in were his black briefs as he loomed over you. maybe if he hadn't lost so much blood, he could've found it within himself to be embarrassed.

"need to clean you up," you said softly, gesturing to the first-aid supplies. dex agreed, not shocked when you were able to thread the needle with little-to-no difficulty. you reached for the 97% isopropyl alcohol first.

the giant gash had to be treated first, of course. you apologized sincerely for how terribly this whole ordeal was about to hurt him and dex thought that made you a good person. he slammed his hand into the wall, hissing through his teeth when you pressed the cloth soaked in alcohol against the wound. wiping the blood away from the edges of his flesh, you tried not to think about the length of the knife that could have done this.

dex clenched his torn fist as you pinched the sliced muscle together, previously-threaded needle piercing him with haste. he swore and grounded himself in the pain, teeth pulling his bottom lip between them harshly, certainly drawing more blood. he studied your beautiful face, so focused on saving his life with your furrowed brow.

the pull of the string through his skin was awful but necessary, the pain of it suddenly reminding him just how long it had been since someone had touched him like this. firm, but gracious. maybe never, he realized.

dex begins to fill with shame as his mind races. you pierce him again and he inhales sharply, giving you a quick nod to continue as he can feel himself hardening in his briefs. your warm fingers on his body feel foreign and heavenly. he's trembling when you finally finish the stitch, half-hard and strung out. you tidied your work, snipping off the excess string and wiping off any further blood.

you moved to the next incision near his left shoulder, gently washing his torso with a cloth as you did so. dex breathed heavy as he watched you through hooded eyes, aching with need. you repeated the same steps and dex lost himself in it, throbbing against the briefs that separated him from your thigh.

"fuck, i'm—," his throat was dry, so he swallowed thickly. it didn't help.

"you're…what?"

he wanted to cry.

"'m sorry." his hazel eyes darted down to his erection, guilty. "you're just..pretty."

"oh," you gasped, a stunning smile touching your lips. desire pooled low like lava in your abdomen, pussy soaking through your panties. grinning, you pressed a chaste kiss to his clean chest. "'s okay, honey. 's natural, it's okay."

he threw his head back and moaned wantonly, cock jumping. you finished your stitches quicker this time, cleaning him, before shifting to care for his bloodied face. the tenderness of your touch was intoxicating. dex found himself closing his eyes, slowly rocking his hips against you, sighing through his straight nose in contentment.

"ben?"

"mm?"

"gonna let me take care of that one on your leg too?"

dex groaned in response, nearly choking on air when he watched you sink to your knees in front of him. this was a simple bullet graze so you wasted no time in getting to work. you kept the same laser-focused intensity as last time, though now with a scorching heat in your cheeks under his scrutiny.

by the time you'd finished fixing dex's wounds with the proper gauze, he was whining your name, leaning on the counter for support to stand. you peered up at him from the floor, curious.

"please."

dex wasn't quite sure what he was begging for, but he could have wept in victory when you'd taken his hand and stood. something told him you knew exactly what he needed, so he followed you like the needle on a compass into your arms, into your bedroom, onto your bed, beneath you.

you giggled, planting a kiss on his lips. "'s okay, i got you. just gonna make you feel good, okay?"

he whined back into the kiss, nodding. you reached down and wrapped your delicate fingers around his girthy cock, feeling the weight of it in your hands. he twitched in your hold, moaning lowly as you began to jerk him off, squeezing his bulbous head, mixing the gathering pre-cum with your spit as lube. your cunt was sopping now, dripping your juices onto his thighs below.

you lined yourself up and sank down upon him, weeping into dex's mouth. you rocked your hips—you couldn't help it, you were just so needy. slowly, inch by inch, dex's thick length filled you, tip caressing the brim of you.

"f-fuck, baby," you whispered against his lips, and it had dex on fire. he was throbbing inside you, walls gripping him within an inch of his life as you gently began riding him.

dex had to think about some pretty sick shit to not cum right then and there.

after a whorish roll of your hips, dex whined. "fuck, i like that."

"yeah?" you did it again. "feels good, honey?"

he swallowed thickly, nodding uncontrollably. you leaned in, meeting his lips in a searing kiss. your fingernails left moon-shaped crescents in the slabs of his pecs, gripping him firm while you bounced up and down on his cock. dex hit deep inside you, stretching your gummy walls deliciously.

"wanna hear you, dex," you mumbled against him, moaning freely as you threw your head back. his hips' pace stuttered, slowing his movements inside you lest he finish too early.

dex planted hands the size of baseball gloves on your thighs and slowly fucked you on his cock. the new position added perfect pressure to your clit. a desperate moan fell from dex's pink, puffy lips, as he blinked up at you, dazed.

"'s warm," he groaned.

you nodded, letting out an "mhm".

dex choked on a breath, eyes flickering to where your bodies joined, wet and aching. "fuck. need this pussy, sweetheart. 's all mine, right?"

a grin lit up your radiant face. "make it yours, then."

dex chuckled for the first time in what felt like forever, in genuine joy. you kept your sinful pace, gliding up and down on his length as the tension in your core was building. he captured your lips between his in a bruising kiss as you matched each others' pace and swallowed each others' moans.

he must have read the pattern in your breathing, because dex relentlessly, steadily fucked you while you ground your sensitive clit on him.

"'m close, fuck," you whimpered.

"yeah?"

you nodded pathetically, nearly in tears from the stimulation.

"yeah, honey?" dex's voice shook as he spoke. "gonna cum all over me?"

your cheeks flamed in humiliation and a sob escaped your lips. but you couldn't stop riding him — not when it felt this good.

he barked a laugh when you nodded again. his right hand came up to rest against your cheek and you covered it with your own, interlacing your fingers.

"shit, 'm cumming, baby," you breathed.

you cried out, falling against dex's shoulder and sinking your teeth into the muscle there, avoiding any injuries. he gasped, cock twitching inside you. the pain was so erotic, dex had a hard time controlling his groans. a new wave of wetness as your cum gushed around his cock.

"mm, me too, pretty girl."

dex saw stars. he pulsed inside you, veins dragging against your sinewy walls, eyes rolling back and closing tight. his hot cum filled your perfect cunt, the excess dripping down your velvety thighs whenever dex thrusted again.

as your gasps and sighs slowed, you settled into dex's relaxing form, tucking your head under his chin as you lay on his chest. you inhaled deeply. he smelled of sweat, rain, gun oil, and a bit of fabric softener. by tracing nonsense patterns on his scarred skin, you were unknowingly putting dex's thoughts to rest and lulling him to sleep.

within minutes, he was out like a light, his arm a dead weight around your waist, snuggling you to him. with not much else to do, you smiled, planted a goodnight kiss to his chest, and readjusted to comfortably rest on his warm, large body.

you'd bathe him clean in the morning.

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a/n: hey again sexies! (dexies?) this took entirely tew long to write, but i was...como se dice "motivated" by those new ddba stils....so here we are. need this man so bad it's getting to be something insane. wow.

pls lmk your thoughts! and as always, asks and requests r opennn! :)

xoxo, b