dex making sure his north star knows to not test him, especially when he teaches her that he knows best.
warnings: smut, mdni, knife play, dub-con, knife handle fucking in a dark alley way, groping, dddne, scared!reader but becomes a freak for it when she realizes its dex, drunk!reader, established relationship, toxic!dex, dex in general
a/n: (pls note this was a drabble for fun this is def not proofread for anyone so this is prob really bleh)
it was an understatement that dex was utterly deranged to keep her with him as long as he could and will, he needed her the way he needed to do that one good deed. dex knew from the start she was naive enough to depend on dex, after all he treats her any way a girl could ask for, from doing everything she asked around the house, buying her whatever her heart desired and not to mention the sex was incredibly satisfying. But, he needed more, he wanted to live inside her skin, to crawl through every crevice of her body. There would be times where he would stay bottomed out inside of her after fucking her brains out, where their mixed juices would be a barrier between their sweaty skin. Dex would murmur into her hair everytime she had to leave the house to go out with her friends that she hasn't seen in forever, where they would complain that "y'know... you sure you think dex is healthy for you? you barely come out of the house, we wouldn't be surprised if he locks you up in there—oh gosh wait, does he?!"
He would persuade her into believing everyone is vile and terrifying in nature, that the people make the world a cruel place, that no place is better than the warmth and safety of his arms. He would always reassure her, "Y'know dex knows best f'you, baby, dont'cha?" He would beg you enough where he would cradle your face, beggin' you to not leave him all alone in the apartment. In order to emphasize his warnings, he would find you walking late at night after clubbing with a few friends of yours he always warned about, watching from a distance at night where he would creep up on you, in his bullseye disguise, something he's never let you seen that side of him (until now), and he would sneak behind you to only pull you into a dark alley way, clamping his thick hand on your screaming mouth. you dont really notice its your boyfriend with the fear running through your veins, beggin' the dark figure to please let you go. "Whats a pretty thing like you doin' so late out 'ere, huh? Waitin' for men like me to fuck your fuckin' brains out, yeah? Such a fuckin' slut." He would begin groping you, his hand finding your breast, "Look at that, just so still f'me, not even realizing it's your precious boyfriend, huh?" kneading the flesh so roughly your sure you would see bruises, and his words slowly settle in your drunken brain, "d-dex? please, m'scared, what's goin' on?" Dex finally shows some remorse, cooing softly into your ear, "its just me, baby, gotta show you a lesson that these streets are no good f'you, you can't be out here, you understand me, baby?" the dagger blade threatening the softness of your throat, you nod desparately. He turns you around, pinning you on your stomach against the bricked, dungy walls of the alley way as his front is grinding up at you. Your cheek pressed agaisnt the wall, as you start rutting your ass back at him, whining for him. "D-dex, please," His knife goes to your back, cutting open your little tight top as it falls to the ground, as he continues grinding his erection up your ass, almost trying to nestle between your asscheeks through your skirt.
He would drag the sharp end of the knife to your panties after harshly pulling down your skirt, slowly tearing the panties until it falls around your thighs. "C'mon, open up those pretty legs f'me," he would nudge the knife at your thigh, poking it enough where it would bring a sting of pain, "d-dex, i-i need you," your legs shakily open for him, parting them where he would drag the tip of his knife to your clothed mound, he could smell your arousal from behind you, and unbelievably his erection began throbbin' even more. "you gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy with m'dagger, baby?" you hesitantly nodded, just desperate to feel him, to feel him completely ruin you inside and out, and you let him do so. He dragged the tip of his dagger down the sides of your panties, the sound of fabric ripping between you as you became bare to him, in nothing but your bra. You could feel the hardness what seems to be the handle of the dagger nudging at your soaking entrance, where he slowly nudges it between your folds, always and precisely able to figure out where your clenching hole is without even looking at it from behind you. "that's a girl, c'mon, let me in," he panted, already close to coming in his own pants from ruining you like this. He slowly entered the wooden handle as you whined and writhe, gasping at the new sensation flooding your senses as he begins thrusting the handle in and out of you slowly until the entirety of the handle bottoms out in you. You could feel his lips almost feverishly attacking your neck, and he begins fucking the handle of his knife out of you, the sloppy sounds of the handle slapping agaisnt your skin as it painfully stretches you out as if its cock. You could feel his other hand coming around to rub harsh circles on your clit, the sensation overboarding your senses. You begin jerking your hips forward, needing more of him to go faster, "mmmh, more," where he would chuckle, "such a fuckin' slutty cunt for me, arent'cha?" Oh boy, did he begin going relentless on your sloppy cunt until you've came so many times until he pulled out of your clenching pussy, where he would truly impale you on his cock until you've begged him to stop. "You understand dex now, baby? You gonna be a good girl f'me and not be outside ever? What if it was someone else, huh? What would you do then, baby?" You kept nodding at his words, as he kept poundin' and thrustin' into you from behind, until you became a soaking fuckin' mess all form him.
