bubble gum bunny Ი𐑼
benjamin 'dex' poindexter x reader - requested
targets dex is trying to talk to you, but that sweet, pink bubble gum you're chewing is distracting you ! words 1.8k warnings nsfw, pwop, pinv, missionary, slight breeding, brat-taming, dom!dex, nasty makeout, lmk if i missed anything!
Early June was the birth of hot, sweaty summers. Peaches were blooming, and so were all the prettiest summer florals. The aircon had to be on blast, multiple fans on, and cold drinks on command. Dex hated the heat. It made him uncomfortably sticky and unnecessarily more irritated, which was totally understandable. However, summer was also the start of your skimpy clothing becoming more and more apparent.
Dex’s big boy paychecks rarely ever fully went to him. Of course, he had to spend them on his girl. Short skirts, the strappiest tank tops, tiniest bikinis, and so much more. Dex promised to buy you anything you ever wanted, as long as you put on a little show for him.
When you came home after an exhausting shopping trip, in which you didn’t carry a single thing besides your purse, you had Dex drop everything in your shared bedroom on the floor.
Dex fell back onto the chaise, manspreading. You were gonna find your way to him at one point, but first, you wanted to give your husband a little fashion show.
You spun and arched, showing Dex your prissy little summer wear.
After you finished, you asked Dex to put one of the new tops in the wash so you could wear it as quickly as possible.
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It was the peak of the day, and the UV was climbing higher and higher. You donned a baby doll top that was too short to wear outside your house, skintight boxers, and a pair of sunnies that were too expensive (but purchased without a thought, regardless). You were inside the privacy of your screened patio so you could still enjoy the summer warmth without the harmful rays. You had your knees up on the porch couch with a fresh piece of bubble gum working between your pearly whites.
You had no intention of being productive today, unless you count having the best sex with your husband. The same way Dex got irritated under the heat was the same way you got irritated when you were bored. Stimulation was always needed, whether that be music, baking, or even scrolling on your phone.
You knew Dex was talking to you. His voice was low, and at the usual cadence, it stayed when he was explaining something to you. You loved his voice a lot, which was sometimes an issue as your mind would drift just by listening to him.
You blew a small bubble from your gum. It popped satisfyingly, working it back inside your mouth.
“The timeline doesn’t hold up with their story–”
Another pop! Louder this time. You looked down at your mouth, watching the pink rubber expand to the size of a golf ball.
“So the documentation is either incorrect or–”
You blew another one. You were on a streak! You yawned, stretching your bare, almost naked legs out before folding them back onto the couch. You clicked your tongue and the gum snapped back against your over-glossed lips, leaving little remnants. You brought a finger up to your face to wipe away the little strings of the bubblegum, swiping them back inside your mouth.
Dex stopped talking. You noticed he went silent about five seconds after doing so.
You looked over at him; his face was still, but his eyebrows were wrinkled. It was rare when Dex ran out of patience, mainly because it was obvious. His elbow was on the armrest, and his jaw was locked.
You parted your lips to speak, “Sorry, what were you saying–”
Dex leaned forward, and his large hand came up beneath your chin. They curled under you gently, but his stature was stern. He grabbed your face and tilted it close. His touch on you made your brain short circuit.
“Spit it out, baby,” he said.
It wasn’t even a request, but a demand.
Your lashes fluttered, eyes rolling up to look at Dex. You weren’t sure if the heat was doing things to you, but you were ten times hotter at your core. The mixture of Dex showing a little more skin than usual plus authority made you drip.
You followed suit immediately, not even thinking about disobeying him. You let your tongue loll out, and the pink, chewed-up fell into his palm. Dex turned over and put it in the cigarette dish before settling back where he sat.
“C’mere, princess,” he instructed, wanting you to close the already short distance between the two of you. Dex patted his lap twice, signalling you to take your rightful seat.
You got on all fours and crawled to Dex as slow as humanly possible, upping the antics you already performed.
Dex’s arm came around the small of your back and lifted you into his lap before his hands found the swell of your ass.
He laid a light hit against it, earning a small yelp from you. “Sun got you bratty?”
You crossed your arms and pouted, a little upset that your sweet treat was taken away so soon.
You turned your head the other way to ignore Dex, which was short-lived. Dex’s hand came up to your cheek, giving a slight tap on the blushed skin.
It wasn’t hard at all; Dex would never intentionally harm you unless you asked. But the little slap he gave you was enough to make your head turn back to him.
“Answer when you’re spoken to.”
You slightly nodded, still being petty towards your lover.
Dex now grabbed your face, now with his thumb across your lips. He stroked over them before inserting the tip of his finger.
You now mumbled an ‘mhm’, not wanting to completely anger Dex
“Need me to fuck it out of you?”
This time, you nodded quicker and whispered a quiet yes. Dex’s hands lay across your thighs, repositioning you.
You lifted your arms to try to remove your babydoll shirt, but Dex put his hand over yours. “Keep it on.”
You smiled, happy that Dex liked your shirt that you spent thirty minutes choosing. Your hands traveled down to the hem, slightly ruffled. You ran your fingers over it before Dex put his hand on top of yours and did the same.
“Beautiful,” he said slowly before pressing a kiss to your temple. Your face stretched into a small smile, leaning up to kiss him on his lips.
He tasted like coconut lip balm, smooth and sweet. Dex tucked a strand of hair away from your face, twirling the lock beforehand.
Dex went back in, this time slipping his tongue between your soft lips. You warmly welcomed the embrace, opening your mouth a little more to give him better access.
Dex’s violation of your warm mouth made you rub against his lap, desperate to get some sort of relief. He brought you closer, feeling the muscle of your thigh.
Before you were about to spread it open for your lover in your backyard, Dex scooped you up in his arms, making you giggle extra hard.
Your arms hooked around his neck, making sure to hold on tight to Dex, even though both you and him know he would never drop you.
Dex unlocked the patio door, walking with purpose to your shared bedroom.
He gently laid you down on the mattress, a soft creak of the bed soon after he got on top. Dex pressed his body against yours, resuming his invasion of your mouth.
You pressed a hand on his chest, feeling the muffled beats of his heart. Dex was chasing after the feeling he always got when he made out with you. It wasn’t something as lustful as one thought. It was more connective to Dex. You taught him that it wasn’t just kissing over and over again, but putting his soul into it.
Dex rose from your frame and removed his shirt. His sculpted, deep abs were all in your vision. You brought your leg to Dex’s waist, pulling him in.
“Patience, baby,” he chuckled, amused by your eagerness. He took off his shorts, leaving him only in his grey Calvin Kleins. You brought your nimble fingers to the waistband of your boxers, shimming them down before Dex took hold of them. They pooled at your feet until you kicked them to the floor, which you were sure Dex was going to pick up and put in the hamper afterwards.
The chill of the aircon made your core shiver, Pearl desperate for attention. You arched your back, urging Dex to give you anything at this point.
“So impatient, need me that bad?”
You nodded intently, maybe so hard your head might fall off its axis.
Dex scoffed at your neediness, coming back down to cage you. He lined himself up to you, head between the crook of your neck. He nicked the skin before kissing it, leaving a wet patch.
He slid inside, earning a harsh moan from you. You threw your head back, taken aback by the push. You squeezed your eyes shut, legs feeling like jelly, wiggling around Dex. He gripped your thighs, heavy palms keeping you still.
You whined from the stretch, scratching your nails right into your boyfriend’s chest. The long, red claw marks were beginning to bloom with pain, but it only fueled Dex more.
He now took your legs and had them hook around his back, locking the two of you in together. You begged him desperately to move, to give into some sort of stimulation. Dex gave in, your warm walls coercing him further.
Dex rocked back and forth into you, creating a smooth and consistent rhythm. You felt him touch the edge of your cervix, nudging right into that sweet spot. Dex’s gaze was too focused on your face, but his eyes eventually made their way to your tummy. A small bulge was apparent every time he entered you. It only made him run towards his release quicker.
“C’mon,” he rasped, “fuck, where’s all that talk now?” Dex was sometimes a talker when you guys would have sex, but it was especially apparent when he was forcing you into submission. He would talk your head off, but it made the entire experience better for you. His lustful yet desirable choices of words were like a mantra you would never stop listening to.
You felt the tightness in your tummy appear, your thighs beginning to wobble again. Dex’s hand came down to your waist to keep you steady, but that didn’t help your other limbs. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, keeping him irrevocably closer. His head came down to an ample spot of your neck, breath warm. He pressed kisses to that sweet spot you loved and whispered sweet nothing into your ear.
You cried out once the band broke, creaming around Dex. He grunted loudly, signalling his own high speed. A couple more thrusts from him, and he soon followed. Dex continued to push into you, making sure you were filled.
Only more cries erupted from you, pushing you further than you anticipated. “Gotta make sure it sticks, love.”
Dex pulled out, watching the mixture of you and him flow out before plopping down on the bed beside you. He brought an arm out and pulled you to him, not caring about the mess as of right now. You turned your head into his neck and licked the salty skin, saying, “I still want my gum back.”
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a/n : hi this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a bit but i finally finished it off! sorry about how short it is <3
thank u sm @bluestbruise for sending in the idea !!
