putting a gun to your ex boyfriend, turned fugitive’s head because he decides to break into your apartment and riding his cock is not how you expect to spend your night… but your ex is BENJAMIN POINTDEXTER !
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 CONTENT WARNINGS: sex at gun point, rough sex, stalker! ex boyfriend! fugitive! dex, MINORS DNI ノ dominant! fem! reader, dirty talk, praise kink, riding, ass slapping, male whimpering and crying during sex, unprotected sex, gun play, big dick! dex!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: god this is so hot lmao. this is inspired by the scene where karen puts a gun to dex’s head because he’s so hot in that scene. this is lowkey so toxic but idc!
dex missed you.
and you? despite saying you didn’t miss him… you missed him.
but you dealt with dex for a good year and a half; he was a toxic piece of shit that never knew boundaries, he thought the epitome of romance was stalking you outside your windows and threatening everyone who came into contact with you. and secretly? he’s been running around as the murderous bullseye… but god forbid you so much as look at the male waiter at a restaurant.
the main issue tonight? uh, dex kinda broke out of prison… and now, he’s running across hell’s kitchen, looking for an apartment to break into and spend a little night in. he knows the apartment buildings that have unoccupied apartments that he could easily break into— but the police are hot on his trail, but that didn’t scare a man like pointdexter.
he knew your apartment like the back of his hand; even if he hasn’t been allowed to be in it since your break up with him seven months ago.
climbing on your fire escape, dex listened the police sirens in the distance, somehow these idiots are going the opposite way, it makes dex chuckle as his palms find each level of the escape with ease.
“absolute idiots…” he mutters, swinging his leg around the fire escape and climbing into it, seeing his reflection in your window. “what a waste of citizen’s tax money.”
he remembers that one of your worst habits was forgetting to lock your window— always focusing to lock the front door and the bedroom window that the living room window remained unlocked on some nights… and deep down, he hopes you learned your lesson but he tests this habit again.
he kneels down as the wind softly blows, the orange jumpsuit crumpling against his muscles as he presses his palms against your window… and stupidly, it opens for him.
“oh sweetheart.” he mutters, tilting his head as he pushes up the window and slithers into your apartment. “i thought you were smarter than that… leaving this window open.”
dex is able to get into the apartment and shuts the window, doing what you didn’t do and lock it as well… and with his back turned, he listens to everything and in the soft, quiet apartment… the sound of a gun cocking is louder than ever.
in the doorway of the living room stands you; in a nightie you wore because it was comfortable, holding a 9mm pistol to the man in your apartment.
“put your hands up.” you order him; you can tell it’s a man, the back muscles and the hair give it away… you also notice the orange jumpsuit and the black numbers on the back of him. you try to hide the fear in your voice— fear will only get you killed.
dex couldn’t help but giggle at his words, turning his head to look over his right shoulder… but he does what you tell him to do, putting both hands up. “whatever you say, sweetheart.”
oh fuck me. it’s you. your mind talked to you… you knew it from the giggle and even before his voice entered the apartment— it’s dex. of course it’s dex.
“what the fuck are you doing here, dex?” you ask him, stepping closer to him as your left hand flicks on the ceiling light fixed at the middle.
dex smiles like a kid on christmas— this wasn’t exactly how he planned on trying to reignite this relationship, but of course, nothing in his life is planned. “i simply needed a place to stay tonight, prison guards are hunting me like a rack of lamb… not trying to hurt you, baby.”
you groan at his excuse. “turn around.”
and dex does what you say; turning around to face you.
he clicks his tongue seeing you all over again, looking you up and down like it’s the first time he’s seen you. like you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen— and to him? you are the prettiest woman.
“time hasn’t taken away your beauty, baby.” he mutters, keeping his hands up and that stupid smirk on his face.
you keep the gun up however— this wasn’t how you expected to spend your night; holding your crazy ass ex boyfriend up at gunpoint, but here you are. “do you ever shut up?”
dex “thinks” for a second before responding. “nope… but that ain’t the gun i saw last time i was here.” he observed. “did you get a new one?”
“doesn’t matter. why are you here?” you say, completely disregarding his questions.
“just needed a place to hide.”
“so you’d drag me down with you if the police were to find you. they’d think i’m harboring a fugitive, dex.”
he shrugs his shoulders, looking down at your thighs peaking out from the nightie. “well… i could’ve easily broke into someone else’s home… but where’s the fun in that? and besides, i’ve been thinking about you, pretty.”
you don’t know if he’s being annoying or if your body enjoys this type of flirting— with the way your heart feels faster than it should be and that lower heat in your belly curling with need.
dex can practically see how your mind is running. “what? you enjoy this, baby? you enjoy the fact that the man you’re holding up at gun point is flirting with you? c’mon, sweetheart.”
“just shut up and leave.” you order him again, motioning to the window with the gun, keeping both of your hands on the gun’s handle.
dex looks back at the window before looking at you again, tilting his head as a shit-eating grin appears on his face. "you know you don't want me to leave... i've missed you, sweetheart."
frustration mounted in your body as his words continued to enter your ears. you didn't want to hear it from this man. this man who stalked you for so long, who didn't let you breathe in the confines of your relationship. the same man who breathed down your neck about literally anyone— man or woman, he trusted no one.
he continues to speak when you refuse to. "you know i would do anything for you, baby... anything." his voice convinces you... but this is dex we're talking about. "i escaped prison just to see you babe, ain't no regular joe is doing that... especially for a beauty like you."
you look at him, getting a genuine look at the man before ordering him around again. "you're gonna make my time dealing with you worth it, asshole." you tell him as you point the gun over to the couch. "lay on the couch and keep those fucking hands to yourself."
he immediately grins at your request, taking slow steps not to scare you away towards the couch, laying on his back and keeping his hands by his head. "yes ma'am." he says as he lays down.
he lays down and you walk towards him, the gun never leaving its position as you get close to the couch. he looks handsome but you don’t let yourself think about it too much.
“answer this question and if you lie, i swear to god, dex.” you begin. “during the seven months we broke up… did this dick go into anyone else?” you ask, pointing the gun to his crotch.
just the sight of you pointing a gun at him gives him a boner— but the demands? the questioning? just the confidence with the gun? oh dex wants to moan out loud. he shakes his head. “nobody, baby, swear to god.”
"good... good boy." you say as you keep the pistol up. "pull your pants down. boxers included."
dex grins as he lowers his hands, lifting his legs as his thumbs go into the waistband of the orange prison jumpsuit, tugging them down as well as his boxers— the plain white pair with no name brand that the prison offered because apparently, having a bunch of men walk around with no underwear in a prison is "wrong" and "nasty".
he pulls down his pants, his happy trail visible. it's messier than it usually is, you remember it was clean last time you saw him, but it wasn't a complete mess. it was thicker and had more hair yes, but not like the amazon down there.
but all you focused on was his cock; which was rock hard.
and you couldn't stop your next words. "did you really get hard when i pointed my gun at you, dex?"
dex nodded quickly, getting his pants down to his knees as he puts his hands back by his head, fingers brushing against the couch. "of course, i was, baby, you looked sexy with this piece of metal." he says, pointing to the gun with his left hand. you appreciated that he followed your orders and kept his hands up.
you groan out loud at his words; of course this dickhead got hard when being held up at gunpoint by a sexy woman. but you don't say anything, only having your right hand hold the gun as you put your left hand close to his mouth. "spit."
and he spits, letting his spit land on your palm. he smiles after his line of spit lands on your palm.
you smile and right before he could say anything, you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to stroke him. dex immediately moans and arches off the couch at the simple touch of your hand again after seven months.
"oh f-fucking hell, baby." he moans, keeping his hands up as they dig into his blonde hair, gritting his teeth as you stroke his seven inch cock with a lazy hand, the gun still pointed at your hand.
you press the barrel against the side of his head as you order him again. "take off my underwear."
he nods as his hands shoot forward. for a man as scary as bullseye, pointdexter was one whimpering son of a bitch. his fingers push up on your nightie, feeling the underwear and pulls it down without hesitation. he moans as you squeeze on the base of him before stroking back up to his tip, watching the underwear drops to your ankles as the barrel continues to be pressed against the side of his head.
"there you go..." he mutters, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "god, you look so pretty in this piece of nightwear." he says, feeling the soft material of the red nightie you were wearing. it was a comfortable piece of clothing that you enjoyed when nights got cold like this. "been dreaming of seeing you like this."
you can't help but feel flattered by his words. you know, you shouldn't but still... there was love in your heart for him, even if the way you saw him again wasn't really the best way. you stepped out of your underwear as you move, stopping your movements on his cock for a moment to straddle his hips and feeling his cock slap against your left thigh.
of course, dex's eyes remained fix on you as you straddle him and you lift your body, your left hand grabbing the base of him and lining up with your folds.
without hesitating for a moment, you slowly begin to sink down on his cock, moaning as each inch of dex’s cock enters your walls, stretching you out further and further. “dex… mhm— dex, ngh… fuck.”
dex fucking whimpers at feeling his cock dragging against your walls, pussy warm and completely melting him from the inside out. “baby… baby… oh fuckkkkk.”
you press the gun harder against his temple as you feel all seven inches inside of you. “fuck handsome… never felt so fucking good before.” you whimper, beginning to slowly ride his cock.
he groans, throwing his head back as he tried his hardest to not touch you— he didn’t want you to suddenly stop or worse, shoot him in the hand— but at this point? he’d love to be shot if it’s by you. “please baby, l-let me touch you… please, this body is fuckin’ beautiful, pretty woman— let me.”
you tilt your head down at him as you ride him harder, your walls opening up for him as you get a consistent rhythm on his cock. “oh you want to touch me? huh?”
“yes yes yes.” he blabbers, groaning as his cock twitches inside of you. “lemme touch this pretty body of yours.”
acting like you’re thinking for a minute, you tap the top of the gun under his jaw as you raise your brows. “since you can’t shut up… go ahead, but no controlling my pace… you can touch but not get me to go faster.”
dex lets out the most pathetic whimper as his hands go down and touches your body… and immediately? his hands don’t know where the fuck to touch.
“ohhhhh god, thank you so much, baby… thank you.” he whispers as both hands wrap around your thighs, squeezing them as you put the gun back to the side of his head.
dex’s fingers grip your skin tightly as each rock of your hips on his cock makes him closer and closer to his ever slow growing orgasm. his cock twitches again and his balls clench— it’s pathetic how close he already is at cumming, you haven’t even got close yet and here he is… needing to cum, but he didn’t say anything.
but it showed on his face with his heated cheeks, messy hair, and his eyes closing with need. “dex, baby, open your eyes and lemme see.” you whisper, tapping the gun on his cheek.
he snaps open his eyes as his right hand slaps your ass with need. “sorry, sorry… just— just feels so good, baby.”
“oh i know it does.” you reply, riding quicker on his cock, feeling your breasts bounce in your nightie as you squeeze your thighs around his hips. “that’s why you’re moaning like a little bitch f’me.”
dex doesn’t even try to challenge that; mass murder, mean ass man… whimpering over you bouncing on his cock like this? oh fuck yes he’s moaning like a whiny bitch. “please baby… oh fuck… for fucks sake, darling, keep bouncing like that.”
yet, even with you in control, you follow what he says and continues your bounces, tracing his jawline with the gun as your finger plays with the trigger but never close enough, dex sticking out his tongue and licking the gun when the weapon passes by his lips.
dex leans his head back, bringing his right hand down on your ass again, the loud smacking sound fills the living room. he watches you with awe, star-struck at the sight of you bouncing on his cock, mouth watering at seeing your boobs bouncing in your night wear.
he’s so fucking struck by the sight of you that tears prick at the corner of his eyes as tears begin to escape his eyes, completely in a sea of pleasure and the feeling of your body.
you smile at seeing dex cry for you; it’s cute seeing him cry like this. “crying for my pussy, huh?”
he nods his head, not caring to push the tears away, both hands gripping your hips. “absolutely— absolutely, baby, pussy feels fucking amazin’— so warm and so- so- so good, hun.”
you tap the gun against his cheek to get his full attention, you speak. “we’re gonna— fuck— we’re gonna cum together, cum for me dex and i’ll cum for you, handsome… c’mon.”
this motherfucker doesn’t waste another second.
the moment you bounce down on him one more time, all of his inches going into you as he cums right as you cum, both of your bodies being pumped full of pleasure.
your eyes roll back and arches in the air as his fingers dig deep into your hips, cock twitching as he rips out a groan, beginning to unload inside of you.
your hand let’s go of the gun— part time because of love and mostly the pleasure of your orgasm makes the gun slip from your hand— it falls to the couch cushion as both of your hands dig into his broad chest, curling into the orange jumpsuit as you grind on him.
dex grabs your ass with both hands, looking at you as he cums inside of you, watching you grind on him in overstimulation. “fuck baby… fucking hell… pussy still loves me, huh?”
“sh-shut up.” you respond to him, bending down and pressing a kiss to his lips, feeling him kiss back.
he chuckles as he looks over, seeing the gun. “look at that… the gun is finally off your hands…”
“do you want me to shoot you right now?” you challenge him, looking at him very unimpressed, eyebrows furrowed as overstimulated groans leave your mouth.
he shrugs, pressing a kiss on your neck. “as long as it’s done by you, sweetheart.”
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