#fbi!dex

You're annoyed at first. "Dude. Why do you keep repeating everything I say?"

Dex doesn't answer, but a week later, you catch him calling another agent "dude" over the phone after they screw something up.

And just like that. Your words? Being stolen again.

After a while, the annoyance turns into fondness, and you start teaching him what to say and when to say it.

Honestly, it's kinda cute.

Dex has social media, but he hasn't been keeping up with trends. He's there only because you're there. So when he comes home one day and casually drops a slang you've never taught him, it makes you pause.

"Where did you learn that?"

"What?"

"What you just said. Who taught you that?"

You swear his head grows bigger when he straightens up next to you on the couch. "I can be hip, you know."

You burst out laughing, head falling back against the couch, hair brushing his arm. Dex narrows his eyes at you, heat creeping up his neck, but he doesn't move away. He likes being in your space. "What's so funny?"

"Hip," you wheeze, wiping tears from your eyes. "Nobody says that anymore."

Turns out he's been secretly looking up "Slang terms and how to use them like a pro" because he thought you'd like it. You always say things he's never heard before.

The tips of his ears turn pink, and it only makes you laugh harder. You grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer. He automatically shifts so you can sit in his lap, your hands looped behind his neck.

"Hip," you repeat and peck a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth, where a smile is threatening to appear despite his fluster. "You're hip. The hippest person in the world."

A crooked smile finally tugs at his mouth as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck to avoid your gaze. The embarrassment lingers, but your laugh and sweet kiss quickly melt it away.

But it was already too late. Dex noticed as soon as you nervously blinked exactly 3-times, he studied you like one of his documents back at the Bureau’s headquarters and he knew every tiny mannerism you made when you were uncomfortable,stressed or simply confused.

His unflinching eyes looked over his broad shoulder towards the cashier area of the supermarket and was met with a young man leaning his elbows on the small desk, eyeing you like you were one of those perfectly ripe fruits you were currently trying to look at.

Dex’s stare didn’t waver as his body now turned fully, his muscled arms crossed in a protective stance over his FBI jacket. Assessing the cashier like he just now by looking at his girl was a new target to take out. No one looked at Dex’s North Star without either getting a bullet between their eyebrows or anything he could hurl toward the person.

You looked up at Dex noticing he wasn’t looking at you anymore with his warm eyes that he only ever looked at you with. No he was staring at the cashier like he wanted to murder him this second. Quickly you grabbed his arm and looked up at him. “Come on! We wanted to see if they had the pasta sauce.”

Dex stiffened slightly up feeling the touch on his arm but relaxed when he saw it was his little star touching his arm. He simply grunted while his eyes were still focused on the cashier, his hands slightly clenching some of the fingers popped due the movement. You quickly tried to grab the cart from one of Dex’s sides but he swirled around quickly and shook his head. His soft but also even-toned voice breathed out. “No, I push the cart, you look what you wanna have.”

Quickly you started rushing behind some of the shelves where the different pasta sauces stood knowing from the cart noises Dex followed you. Which was honestly good. You were scared Dex would pick up a pineapple and would throw it in the cashier's face just for looking at you.

Just as you were about to grab a pasta sauce you felt the warmth that radiates from Dex like a personal furnace at your shoulder. He leaned down towards your ear and breathed out with barely held together anger. “Why did you look at that guy? Do you like him or what?”

“No! Why would you think that?” You quickly looked up at him, shocked he would think that you would ever want anyone else as him. Dex’s clenched fists that hang beside his hips popped again, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as if he didn’t buy that at all. “Why else would you look at him and then smile? Hm?”

Setting down the pasta sauce back into the shelf as you looked at Dex knowing it was still hard for him to get used to the fact that you truly loved him with everything you had and that you would never leave him. Softly laying your hand over a clenched fist of his feeling how cold his hands were due adrenaline and anger swirling inside his body like a personalised cocktail. “Well first off he is young and probably not as boring as me.” Dex hisses slightly under his slightly laboured breathing his amber colored eyes were turning more focused and colder by the second.

You quickly shaked your head as soon as those words left Dex’s pink lips. “Don’t even think about that Dex, you are the only person I want by my side and you know that deep down. The cashier creeped me out a bit honestly.” When the word “creeped out” left your lips Dex stiffened up like a K-9 that sensed someone in the supermarket definitely had something illegal in their bag. His tactical boots hit the floor with quick thuds almost charging towards the cashier area, his shoulder almost under his ears from how much he tensed up.

Almost on instinct at seeing your serious FBI clothed boyfriend charge past the Pasta Sauce shelf your mind went into survival mode, not for yourself but for the poor cashier that didn’t know Dex was possessive when it came to your well being. Rapidly rushing after Dex abandoning your cart at the shelf, your hand stretched out and touched the FBI print on Dex’s jacket with a soft touch. He swivelled around looking at you with his pupils blown by pure restraint and clenched jaw (like the photo on the cover).

You softly start caressing his jacket over his spine knowing the soft touch calmed him down instantly due his sensitive spine scar. “How about we just go to another supermarket? I didn’t like the fruit here anyway..” Dex’s furrowed eyebrows slightly start to unclench, his eyes focused solely on you before him and let out a grumble and a huffed breath through his nose. “Fine. Only because I want you to have good fruits,but if I see him eyeing you again I’ll personally arrest him for whatever I can find in the database of him.”

A soft giggle leaves you nodding, accepting that your boyfriend will always find something of a person that looked at his star the wrong way.

After that situation at the grocery store you noticed some mannerisms that Dex sharpened even more than usual.

He now always grabbed your hand whenever you were shopping for groceries, resting it under his own on the cart handle. Holding it tightly and rubbing his calloused thumb over your knuckles to directly send out a message to anyone that looked at you.

Dex’s hand often now rested on your lower back when you were simply walking down the streets of New York. And as usual he walked on the street side of the sidewalk, because maybe if a car driver would send some water spraying he would rather be hit with it than his lovely star.

He often lends you his spare FBI jacket where his name was printed over the heart pocket, whenever you were just going out to grab some food or something else. It satisfied the inner clawing jealousy that was ripping at his rip cage whenever you went out alone and he was out and about. It also made him dream of one day you would have the last name Poindexter.

To say you were horny was a severe understatement for your predicament. You kept pacing back and forth inside Dex's apartment impatiently waiting for him to get back from work, wearing only one of his oversized shirts and a pair of panties you knew he went crazy over.

The instant his front door opened, you were on him. He was taken aback by your eagerness but he gladly excepted your fevrent actions.

"Looks like someone missed me"

"Mh you have no fucking idea" you said between kisses. "You dont seem to mind though..." you trailed off, cupping the bulge that had grown in his pants as soon as your lips met his.

He let out a gruff noise before picking you up and placing you on the nearest flat surface. He left open mouthed kisses trailing from your jaw down to your neck while you grinded up against him. The friction of his jeans against your clothed centre was enough to you drive you crazy.

A whine left your lips at the loss of contact as Dex kneeled down before you, leaving kisses and sucking hickeys across your thighs, hiking closser to where you needed him the most. He looked up at you while flattening his tongue over the wet spot of your panties and you couldn't help but moan at the sight.

He eagerly mouthed at your clothed pussy while holding your thighs with his strong hands. Your hands immediately flew to grip his hair as he started to suck your clit leaving a low groan when you tugged at his roots.

Sensing you were close he pulled your panties down and shoved them in his back pocket before diving back into you.

"Ugh fuck, dex".

"Give it to me, baby."

"Please" the neediness in his voice was enough to drive you over the edge. You came with loud moan as he licked every drop of you.

As soon as you gained back your senses you grabbed him by his collar and dragged him to his bed. His back met the mattress as you haphazardly undressed him, kissing every bit of skin that was exposed.

He whimpered when you finally slid down his boxers and took his leaking tip in your mouth; the feeling making him clench his fists in agony.

Even more sobbing sounds left him as you replaced your mouth with your hand and started leaving wet kisses around his thighs and v line before licking up a strip over his happy trail.

Having had enough of teasing him you took your shirt off and slipped your tongue in his mouth, while dragging your wet centre over his weeping cock.

"Fuck- baby please."

His soft beg prompted you to sink down on him. His hands immediately landed on your hips gripping you hard enough to leave bruises.

"God, dex!" You felt so full.

Once you adjusted to his size you started moving up and down steadying yourself on his firm chest. Soon enough he started to thrust back into you, hitting all the right spots, the sound of skin slapping was deafening. Your head fell down to look at the place where you met and you couldn't help but moan at the sight. His abs flexed every time his cock plunged inside you, and your mixed arousal dripped down and made a mess on his coarse hair.

You left scratches all across his chest and shoulders as his thrusts quickened and his grip on your hips tightened.

"Ughh fuck i'm close! " He twitched inside you

"Mhm yeah?"

"Yeah." He grunted

"Be a good boy and come for me"

His pathetic pleas echoed through the room as he spilled inside you. You continued bouncing on top of him nearing your release while he whined at the overstimulation.

"Fuck fuck fuck". Your walls tightened around him as you collapsed on his chest panting.

He held you close and played with the hair on the nape of your neck before carefully sliding out of you. You hummed at the feeling of his seed dripping out of you.

He flipped you around, gently kissing you, getting up to grab a towel to clean you up.

"You did so good baby"

"I really needed you" you confessed tiredly

"Oh yeah?" He smirked "couldn't tell"

He sounded cocky but the look in his eyes betrayed how much the admission meant to him.

He layed next to you and kissed you softly; both of you whispering barely audible i love you's before drifting off in each others arms.