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The church was already half-alive with music and murmured voices when your mum gently pressed an envelope into your hands.

She was standing in her wedding dress, adjusting her veil in the mirror when she glanced at you with a soft smile.

“Sweetheart, could you do me a favour? Can you give this to your stepdad?”

You blinked. “He’s not my stepdad.”

“Yet.”

“Whatever. What is it?” You turned it over in your hands, realising what it was before you even opened it. You let out a small laugh. “Is this… a love letter?”

“It’s my wedding, so yes it is” she said simply, like that explained everything.

“Aren’t your vows enough?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes and exited the room, heading over to Dex. Just then, you heard your mum call out from down the hall, “Remember, the groom can’t see the bride!”

The groom’s hallway was quiet when you reached it. You could hear faint murmurs behind the door: your name whispered softly.

You knocked once. No answer. “Dex?” Still nothing. You hesitated just outside, a strange knot tightening in your stomach.

The muffled sounds made you stop. You opened the door a little more, surprised by what you saw. Dex was alone, having a quiet moment on the day he was meant to marry your mother.

You peeked inside. Your soon-to-be stepdad was in front of a mirror, his bow tie crooked, white shirt undone, and pants pooled around his ankles.

His face was flushed, breath uneven, and then, unexpectedly, his eyes fluttered open. His gaze locked with yours, and a desperate whisper slipped from his lips: “Y/N…”

His eyes met yours in the mirror’s reflection, and instead of shame, a slow, confident smirk spread across his face.

He turned fully to you, the smirk deepening, as if daring you to watch. The air thickened with tension, his boldness leaving you breathless.

“What are you doing here baby?” His gaze roamed you, then he licked his lips, approving what he saw.

“I just came to give you this,” you stammered, trying to look away but unable to stop staring at how big he was, how he stroked himself, literally putting on a show for you.

“You—you can’t be doing this,” you whispered, but he chuckled and stepped closer, his hand never faltering. In fact, his strokes grew harder and faster.

You leaned back, closing the door to hide his indiscretion. He chuckled darkly. “You don’t like seeing daddy like this?”

You glared. “You’re not my dad.”

He stepped closer, still pleasuring himself, lips brushing your ear. “You sure, baby girl? I’m marrying your mother in an hour.”

You tried to focus upward, but he was so close you could hear every wet stroke, every heavy breath. God, he was too close. “Dex—”

He cut you off, whispering, “Daddy.”

You pulled back, your back hitting the wall, trapped between him. His strokes grew louder. “I shouldn’t be seeing this, Dex.”

He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “I don’t see the problem. You’re going to be mine soon.”

“You’re marrying my mother.”

“Exactly.”

“That doesn’t make me yours.”

“Actually, I’m marrying your mother. She’s moving in with me, so what’s hers is mine.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder again, his nose trailing along your neck as if trying to absorb every inch of you.

His hand toyed with himself, slick with pre-cum dripping down, creating the wettest, most sinful sounds you’ve ever heard as he continued to pump himself.

It was all too much the idea that he had pictured you walking down the aisle in your bridesmaid’s dress, not your mother. And yet, here you were.

The sensation hit him hard because you looked even more stunning than he’d imagined. You even smelled better than he expected, everything making his head spin.

His stomach clenched as he neared climax, his moans growing louder. He couldn’t stop licking his lips, eyes fixed on you, wishing it was you walking down the aisle instead of your miserable mother.

“Baby,” he whimpered, locking eyes with you just as he was about to lose control, his knees nearly giving out.

He let out a frustrated whimper, breath ragged, as you glanced away, breaking eye contact.

His breath caught when he saw your hesitation, weighing whether to help him or stop him altogether. It seemed like you were about to choose the former.

You looked down at him and he chuckled softly, knowing you could finally see him in all his glory.

You swallowed hard, then lifted your arms and pushed him against the wall. “What the hell, Dex? Are you crazy?” you almost yelled, your chest heaving with emotion as your chests pressed together.

He winces at your touch, his skin almost too sensitive, as if he’s been masturbating for a while which is true, but more so because he’s been desperate for your touch for months.

He begins to lean down into you, his eyes closing as your name slips from his lips. His cock twitches and throbs in his hand, and then his cum spills out, signalling his orgasm.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Hot white ropes of cum spew from his slit, landing on your dress and his suit.

You back away from your stepdad in a panic, shocked by what you’ve just witnessed, and worst of all, on his wedding day the day he's about to marry your mother.

His eyes squeeze shut as he strokes himself through his orgasm. Dex leans into you, breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

Just then, your mother, with the worst timing, knocks on the door. “I know the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride, but is Y/N there? I told her to give you my letter and—”

He takes a deep breath, still trying to steady himself from the orgasm. Then he kisses your lips before straightening up and tucking himself back into his pants, as if nothing happened.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” he yells, pushing past you. You stand frozen in shock as he steps forward to open the door, revealing your mother waiting outside.

You panic knowing they can’t see each other because it’s bad luck. But now you realise your soon-to-be stepfather married your mother just to get to you. The white spot on his suit is proof enough.

You shout, “Wait, you can’t!”

Your mother chuckles softly from the other side. “Dex, love, just stay there. Y/n, baby, come out. I assume she gave you the letter.”

He picks up the letter, almost scoffing, confirming your fears that he’s only marrying her because of you. Yet he forces a soft voice, “I got it.”

That snaps you out of your daze. “I’m coming, Mum,” you say, shaking your head.

“Like I did,” he teases, and you can’t help but smack his arm, making him chuckle. For a moment, you forget your mother is just beyond the door.

“I can’t wait, love. Just one more hour,” she almost yells from the other side.

You sat quietly at the back of the lecture hall, trying to focus on your notes instead of your professor.

He had been making uncomfortable advances on you for weeks. He had a reputation for having sex with students, and from what you've heard, he had a history of failing students who refused. You're not going to be one of them.

“There you are, Miss Y/L/N,” he said, cutting through your thoughts.

You didn’t let him finish. “It’s Mrs. Pointdexter,” you corrected him, lifting your hand slightly to show your wedding ring in the hope that it would make things clear.

Instead, he barely acknowledged it. “Stay after class. I want to speak with you.”

“I don’t think so. I have plans,” you replied firmly.

“I’m sure you do,” he said dismissively, as if your answer didn’t matter.

Before the tension could settle further, the door creaked open. Dex slipped in, his presence immediately drawing attention. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on you glaring at your professor.

A flicker of something sharp, jealousy ignited in Dex’s gaze as he followed your glare.

Without hesitation, Dex pushed through the rows and stopped right beside you. Before you could protest, his hand cupped your cheek, and his lips pressed firmly against yours. The kiss was sudden, claiming, and impossible to ignore.

Your cheeks flushed as your kiss caught your professor's attention; you're sitting there, caught between surprise and amusement. Because Dex was fully aware of the discomfort your professor caused you.

When Dex pulled back, his eyes didn’t soften. Instead, they locked onto your professor with a fierce glare that screamed, Back off.

"You okay, baby girl?" he asked quietly.

You nodded. "Better now."

Across from you, your professor glared at your dad. "...Can I help you?" he asked.

Dex met his gaze. "No."

The room went silent for a second; the tense air was broken by the bell signalling the start of class. Your professor forced a smile and headed down to the front of class and quickly started the lecture.

You slid a hand into Dex’s, a small smile tugging at your lips. "I'm so glad you're here,” you whispered quietly enough for both of you to hear.

Dex’s jaw remained clenched, watching your professor as he began speaking to the class. “So he's the one who keeps flirting with my little girl.”

"I'm not little," you sigh, sitting closer to him.

"You're mine."

“That's better,” You teased softly, squeezing his hand.

He smirks, letting go of your hand as it lowers, rubbing down your thigh. You already know what's about to happen; you happily slowly spread your thighs, giving him access.

You didn't care about this course. Given how much of a creep your professor was, you were already planning to drop this class. Why not leave with a bang?

Dex's smirk widen. “What do you need, babygirl? Tell me,”

“I want you to touch me, please… I want him to see,” you whine, pulling your dress up to your waist, feeling the cold breeze in between your legs. His hands lift to feel beneath them, and you lift your hips, reminding him that you entered the building pantieless.

"you're such a good plaything for daddy"

"mhm, fuck this is so hot" The seat beneath you springs a little, but you forget about it as Dex's fingers push between your folds and he rubs your clit, making you sigh.

"You like it, babygirl? Showing your professor who truly owns you"

You turn your head, eyeing your professor, who can see what's happening between you two. God, you're glad that you decided to sit in the back; you'd hate for your classmates to see your father pleasuring you like this.

"Answer me, baby girl," but you can't form any words, too excited, you've been imagining your father doing this to you for a while. Just nodding frantically, making him chuckle as he leans closer to you.

Your head now bowed as you watch his fingers glide down to your hole, and without hesitation and much effort, thanks to your little hook-up this morning, you didn't need much prep. You're so wet two fingers slide in so easily as he starts messaging your walls.

Dex's now leaning on your shoulder, watching you scrunch your eyebrows, holding in your moans.

"More, please," you plead. He just bites his lip, watching you as he effortlessly inserts another finger.

"That's a good girl for me," and that makes you lift your head, "I'm being good?" and he kisses your shoulder, murmuring in your ear, "Such a good girl for daddy, you're sucking me in so well"

You whimper as your heart freezes, as your professor freezes for a second because he realises who the man that's pleasuring you really is; he was there for an interview after all.

Dex just laughs in your ear, "I guess your professor figured us out"

You turn your head, facing your dad, too pussy drunk to care; your professor was a creep anyway.

The professor cleared his throat awkwardly before continueing his lecture, but you both ignored him as suddenly Dex's lips were on yours; his kiss was so hungry, desperate and claiming, proving his point that you were his.

You pull back. "Daddy, make me come."

"I wonder if he realises that the guy finger fucking you is your father baby girl" you literally clench against his fingers as he says that.

“That turn you on huh? Letting your creep of a professor watch as I finger fuck my daughter?” You just nod, eyeing your dad greedily, leaning in to lick his lips, teasing him.

You start to grind your hips into his fingers. "Please, Daddy." Dex just smirks at your professor as you begin to unravel for him. "Such a good girl taking daddy's fingers in front of your professor."

You lean back, holding a groan in. This kind of exhibitionism releases something in you.

Normally, you'd need extra stimulation to come. You'd normally have to stimulate your boobs or have a finger in your ass, but god, the thought of your father using you in front of your creepy professor gets you so hot.

Dex leans in to whisper in your ear, "I can feel you tightening up for me." You release a little laugh, turning to him as he rubs his nose against you, letting his thumb strum your clit. "Fuck yes," you sigh.

Your professor continues with his lecture, but you can feel him glance back at you back and forth.

Dex watches your face twist in pleasure, as you start leaning back and biting your teeth mercilessly, holding in your moans the best you can. But the wet sounds coming from you are evidence of what's happening between you.

Dex turns you, so you're facing your professor as he can feel you coming over the edge, unraveling for him.

He whispers, "I want him to watch you come for me, want him to watch the student he wanted to fuck, fuck herself on my fingers, you think you can do that for daddy?"

You nod, your eyes locked onto your professor, who starts to stutter, figuring out what's happening.

"Make Daddy proud" And that's all you need, the thing that breaks the string holding you together, clamping hard on your dad's fingers.

You're about to scream, so to stop yourself because you can't help it, you turn to your dad and messily kiss him, trying to muffle your moans on his tongue. He just chuckles against you.

Your orgasm hits you so hard as you shake and tremble for him.

Dex continues strumming your clit as your climax subsides; your body stills for a second, then you sigh, leaning into him as your body jerks with aftershocks from how intense he was fingering you.

It was then that your professor dismissed the class, standing in shock at what he'd seen.

Dex pulls out his fingers, too, and lifts them up for you to see. Under the bright lights, you see his digits glazed with your juices. A drop of your slick slides down his middle finger.

As students begin to stand, oblivious to what happened between you and your dad in the back.

Your professor calls your name, "Miss Y/L/N", you laugh, expecting this. You're definitely dropping this class.

Dex calls out, "It's Mrs. Pointdexter," giving him the finger, the one that was just inside you, the evidence still dripping with your juices taunting him.

It's late in the afternoon, and the living room is so dark with the curtains closed. The only thing illuminating the room is the television, a movie forgotten. In fact, it's been playing on loop.

You're lying on the couch, with your shirt lifted up above your bare tits, legs spread wide your mini skirt lifted up, thighs resting on Dex's shoulders. He pulls you closer to him, making you screech, your back arching, almost falling off the couch.

Dex dives back in, causing soft moans to fall from your lips. Dex is kneeling on the floor, eating you out like you're the only meal he's had all day.

Dex pulls back for a second, his chin all wet. "Come on, baby girl, your mother's going to be home soon." He looks down at his watch. "She'll be here in an hour, so you need to come for me, princess."

"I'm trying, daddy," you sigh, your hand reaches up, trying your best to pinch and pull your tits, knowing the stimulation helps make you cum.

"That's my girl," and he goes back in once again, and the way his tongue swirls over your clit with broad strokes, two fingers inserted below.

And the way you're pinching your tits, you know your climax is close.

He's already made you come a couple of times. Once, the second you turned on the movie, he started to finger you, and once again, when a sex scene appeared. He's been eating you out ever since.

The way that Dex's lips cover your clit and the immense way he's sucking on it, and how deep his fingers dig into you. Your eyes roll back, and you know you're about to come, that is, until your heart leaps out of your chest when your phone rings.

But Dex looks unbothered. In fact, when you lean forward, you see your stepdad is smirking; he can already see who's calling you.

He teases you by slowing down, his fingers pulling back, just doing that, edging you.

"Daddy, please," you beg, but he shakes his head at you and literally pulls his fingers out of you and puts them into his mouth, cleaning your residue onto them, then reaches over to grab your phone and shows you the ID: mum.

He actually chuckles when he sees your breath hitch.

You shake your head, "Are you insane?" and he just smirks, "You better keep quiet, baby girl, you don't want her to find out what we're really doing," then swipes the phone and answers the call.

You quickly place the phone to your ear, murmuring a weak hello as Dex smirks, slowly moving back down.

You shake your head at him, pleading not to continue, but when he spreads your legs back around his shoulders and spreads your lips, you know you can't back out. Especially since only two seconds ago, you were about to come.

"Hey sweetheart, how's it going?" just to taunt you, just then Dex inserts three fingers into you, diving back in, licking so broadly and quickly, immediately you squirm against him.

"sweetheart?"

You put yourself on mute, just for a second, because you can't help but scream at how viciously he's eating you out, "Daddy!" he just smirks against you. Pulling away just for a second, "Take yourself off mute, now."

You do as he says, "Mum?" biting on your lip, squirming against your stepdad.

"Sweetheart, oh, is your dad there?" You place your hand over your chest, pulling down your shirt, having some decency while talking to your mother, despite her husband literally eating you out.

Dex just glares at you, telling you to lie. As your mother continues, "Are you home alone?" You just sigh, even though you're twenty-six, your mother still hates it when you're home alone.

"I'm an adult mum," and your mother just laughs on the other end; she wouldn't be laughing if she knew what her daughter and husband were doing behind her back.

"So he's not there?" and you look down, and he nods, telling you to lie. So you do, "yeah, I'm home alone," he smirks against you, rewarding you with another finger, making you shake for just a second.

"Good"

"Is everything okay, Mum?" Dex pauses, mouthing, " Put her on speaker, eyes intent on you as he kisses your thighs, silently waiting.

Her voice rings out, sighing. "I think he's cheating on me." You can't help but hold your breath at that confession because she's right.

"I just, he doesn't look at me like he used to. And we're barely intimate."

You know why, because he's busy looking at you, just like he's looking up at you right now. Like you're the best thing he's seen, and the intimacy part, we'll, that's because he's too busy being intimate with you.

"I just know he's been cheating on me with someone else, I just don't know who."

You stare down at your stepdad, who can't help but smirk teasingly at you, pecking your thighs.

Dex starts maneuvering you, turning you over so you're on your knees, then pushes you down so your ass is up.

Your breath hitches, and your eyes begin to well up with tears as he dives back down, his finger now inserted into your ass.

You put your mum on mute again, saying, "Daddy! Please!" He groans, telling you to "take yourself off mute—you need to learn to hide your moans, baby girl."

Of course, you can't, not with how rough he's being. He sighs and brings his hand down to your mouth to muffle your cries and whimpers. He really wants to push you down into the cushions, but then your mother would find out what you're truly doing.

"Does he say anything when he picks you up?" That makes him pause, just for a second.

"Or when you have your movie nights? You're having one today, right?" You turn to the television where the movie is on loop and almost chuckle because the sex scene that started this is currently playing.

"No, he's normal with me," you lie, because the so-called two-hour road trip you both make back and forth from your college seemingly turns into a whole day trip—because he's stopping over at the closest motel to fuck you.

"Oh, I'm sorry to be venting all of this on you, dear." You can hear her sigh. Meanwhile, your stepdad is licking even broader strokes against you.

"It's fine, mum," you gasp, as right then he inserts another finger into your ass. You spasm now, holding onto the couch with one hand while the other holds your phone, biting your lip to stop the moan that threatens to slip. Oh, it's absolutely not fine. Why did she have to call now?

"It's fine, though, because I've been seeing someone else."

Dex literally stops, his loud slurping stops, and his fingers slowly pull out, making you sigh in relief.

"What-what do you mean?" you huff against the cushions as your stepfather now just glares at the phone. How dare she cheat on him, despite him literally cheating on her with her very own daughter?

He looks like he's about to take the phone away from you. You may not have known him for long, but something in the look in his eyes tells you he's about to expose your relationship.

You put yourself on mute, "don't even think about it," you actually glare at him, pulling the phone away from him.

Your stepdad actually has the audacity to smirk, ”yeah? And what are you going to do, baby?" he pushes you back down, grinding against you.

"Are you going to tell mommy about us?" He slaps your ass with a loud slap; you're glad you're on mute, so your mum couldn't hear it.

"That's when I'm picking you up, you spread your legs for me, and let me finger you for an hour till you come at least three times in my passenger seat?" he starts taking off his pants, going back to grinding against you.

Meanwhile, your mum continues to rant, none the wiser about being on mute. going on about how she's been seeing a co-worker.

"Does she know how desperate her little girl is, that we have to pull over to a motel so I can fuck her?" He's now grinding against you only in his underwear, your wetness getting onto them, making him groan.

"That her daughter and I have fucked in every nook and cranny of my car that she needs a bed for a change of scenery?" you just grind back into him, desperate for him, just like he's describing.

"We go to that motel so often that the receptionist knows us." You arch back into him, wanting him to hurry up and fuck you even though your mother is literally on the line.

"They only know me as your daddy, little do they know that I'm fucking my little girl," and you can't help but groan, "not right now, you're not."

Dex just chuckles, finally peeling off his last layer, tapping his cock against you. You lean back down, arching your back, swaying your ass, showing how much you want him.

But of course, a voice ruins it. "Sweetheart?"

You're literally too cock drunk to remember that your mother is literally on the phone to you, literally complaining about her husband, who's behind you.

Dex drives his hips forward roughly, leaving you no time to adjust. It's not like you needed to anyway. You guys have sex so often, it's like you're molded to him.

He reaches over and unmutes you guys, your breath hitched, eyes tearing up as you struggle against him, as one hand held the phone, the other pulled you back against him. Hitting it so deep, you can't help but gasp.

Dex's hand comes to your mouth just as you're about to plead for him, almost exposing that he's there, listening in, fucking you while on the phone.

"I'm-I'm here, Mum." You finally get out, tongue licking against his hand, making him bite into your shoulder, trying not to release a groan as you tighten against him.

"So you've been home alone the whole day?" You can feel Dex smirk against your shoulder as he pushes you back down into the couch.

You grab onto the cushion, biting into it, copying Dex, trying to hide your groans, whimpering as he reaches over to play with your clit.

"Are you there?" Dex slaps your ass, getting your attention. The slap is so loud it echoes.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I," you pause, looking back at Dex, who only gets rougher, getting closer to the edge. Who can't help but lean in and taunt his little girl, licking against your neck, cooing into your ear. "Answer her, baby girl, don't want mommy to find her little girl being such a slut for her daddy, do you?"

"Nothing, mum."

She's silent for a second, and you freeze, thinking you've been caught, that you may have slipped up. Well, Dex, turning to your stepdad to glare at him, but he gives you a look like I could slap your ass again, baby girl.

"Well, as I said before, I'm meeting up with a friend tonight, so-" you miss the rest of the conversation because that's all that Dex needed. He starts rocking deeper into you, lifting his leg and pulling you to his chest.

whispering, "Since mommy gets to play, so does daddy."

You had to put yourself on mute because now the obscene noises the two of you are making would definitely expose what you're currently doing, and once again, your mother is none the wiser.

"We'll probably be out all night, like Dex has. You'll be home alone tonight."

"Do you hear that, baby girl? We have all night." He starts to squeeze your thighs, just how you like it.

"I'll let you be darling, I'll see you tomorrow-" she doesn't finish her sentence because Dex hangs up and throws your phone, finally pushing you down into the couch like he wanted.

You finally let out the scream you desperately wanted, "Yes! right there!"

"Yeah? Is daddy hitting the right spot?"

"Yes! oh god, yes."

He maneuvers you once again, flips you over, His hand moves down to your neck, giving you a hard grip and holding you down, folding you in half, knees bent to your shoulders, and feet jerking over his head.

"Prove it, scream it out."

"Daddy, make me come." There's some part of you that wanted to call your mother back, and literally scream how your stepdad is literally fucking you, how yes, he's cheating on you with me. To force her to hear you scream his name, and to come while on the phone.

How messed up had you become? That is, until you look at your stepdad, who's looking at you like you hung the stars, like he wouldn't have you any other way. Like he wanted to do the same thing.

He just drives into you deeper, literally hitting the right spot every time. He literally has a gift, like he never misses. Even worse when he bends down to rub your clit.

Of course you're about to come.

"Look at me, look at daddy." You huff but oblige, nodding out of breath, trying to focus so you can come.

"Since we have all night, you're going to come on this couch, we'll stop and have some dinner, then I need you to spread yourself on my bed.

"Your bed-but mum-" and he proves his point by driving into you harder, "no buts, we're finally alone. And I will have you on my bed. Got it?"

You blink, too focused on coming to answer, that is, until he slaps your clit, "Got it?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl," he smirks, feeling you tighten at that. He lowers your legs to them to lie against his elbows, opening you up just a little bit more so he can watch you come. Watching his cock pump deep within you, in and out until there's a white ring around his cock.

He just sighs in relief but still thrusts into you slowly, riding out your pleasure, sure you're oversensitive and can literally feel the wetness caused by both of you onto the couch beneath you.

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐝𝐞𝐱 always does thorough inspections to protect you—he doesn’t trust anyone around his baby girl. No boys, and certainly no professors. After all, you have a thing for older men.

Once you come home, he sits in his chair, legs spread wide, positioned right in front of the couch. You roll your eyes, already knowing what’s about to happen.

He gestures toward the sofa, and you oblige, always doing what Daddy says. When you lift your extremely short skirt, he lets out a deep sigh, now regretting putting it on you and wanting to burn it right away.

Dex releases a deep sigh when you lift your skirt to reveal that you disobeyed him by going out without panties. He appreciates that you often skip them when wearing pants, mainly because he has ruined so many that you hardly have any left. However, he dislikes that you chose today to forgo them, especially with your incredibly short skirt, which gives anyone a clear view of what belongs to him.

"Sweetheart," he sighs, but you smirk. "Yes, daddy." Your grin is too big for his liking, teasing in such a manner because even though you disobeyed him then, you're obeying him now. As you take off your blouse, he's atleast grateful you wore a bra; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you hadn’t.

.✦ ݁˖ BABYGIRL SERIES- Dex marries your mother, but things spiral when you and him develop a complicated relationship that blurs every boundary set known to man. Because you've been sleeping with him behind your mothers back. What's even worse is that he's willing to kill her to have you.

- if you like smut and short stories in non chronological order then read this...

.✦ ݁˖ GIRLS WHO LIKE GHOSTS SERIES- your mum died three months ago. no answers. so you made a list—thirty-five men connected to her. you’re crossing them off one by one. first name: frank castle. her first love.

- if you like dark!fics and angst then read this one. It is currently on hiatus. It's very similar to my baby girl series. with less smut at the moment lol.

.✦ ݁˖ P LINKS - for the links to work you have to be logged on to x. These are 🌽 so minors please please do not interact.

𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲!𝐝𝐞𝐱 doesn’t understand why you’re still pushing to go to college. In his mind, there’s no need you don’t have to work or study when he can take care of you.

He pictures something simple, domestic: you at home, safe, cooking, cleaning, patching him up after jobs… exactly where he thinks you belong.

But instead, you’re studying to become a doctor. He thinks he can help with that too. He could guide you. Be your “practice patient” for life.

Of course, he starts showing up to your college. Sitting in on your lectures at the back of the room, quiet and unnoticed. Watching every guy who talks to you a second too long. Noticing every professor who smiles at you a little too warmly. He keeps track of names. Faces. Patterns. Because that’s what he does.

Because he’s Bullseye.

And people who look at you the wrong way don’t stay forgotten.

So when you later find him sitting in his car outside, knuckles tight on the steering wheel and a fresh bruise under his eye, you’re not even surprised anymore.

He doesn’t explain at first. Just looks at you like he’s waiting for appreciation.

Then he leans in and kisses you, still watching the terrified professor stumbling into the medical bay behind you.

“Did you tell them you’re married?” he asks, flat.

You roll your eyes, of course you didn’t.

He doesn’t like that answer. “You need to drop out,” he says.

You sigh, reminding him you only have one year left.

“That’s too long,” he mutters, already starting the car. And just like that, he drives you home like the decision was never really yours to begin with.

Don't worry, once he gets your pregnant then you'll have no choice to drop out.

When Dex says, “Undress for daddy,” you just roll your eyes.

You protest, “I need to study for an exam,” but it’s too late he’s already pushing you onto the couch, kissing his way up your body.

You huff, “I can’t undress if you’re pushing against me,” but he just shakes his head at your complaint. Then he lifts your legs around his hips, kissing each one as he pulls down your panties and lifts the mini skirt he helped you pick out.

It’s the way he licks his lips that tells you exactly what he’s about to do. He knows you can’t resist how he uses his tongue on you. He literally eats you out like he’s savouring every taste, with long, quick motions just the way you like it.

He’s doing this on purpose. He hates that you’re still determined to finish your degree, and this is his way of trying to convince you to stay with him. And, god, it’s working.

When he eats you out, Dex is vocal, moaning into you, breathing you in, and giving slow, sensual licks that make your body literally vibrate against him.

He pulls back, his face covered with your wetness. You can't help but moan, "Mm... daddy!" He chuckles softly and asks, "Is my baby girl feeling good?" You grab onto his head, pulling him back in, and he chuckles, teasing you by blowing softly onto your neck doing everything except what you really want him to do.

You pull him in, tightening your grip on his head, making him moan into you. He's out of breath when you finally let go. "Are you going to make me a daddy, baby?" he asks, and you moan as he swaps his tongue for his fingers. He finds your G-spot instantly. He's bullseye so of course, he never misses.

"You already are,"you complain, he moans as your wetness drips down his arm. He slips another finger inside you, making you grab onto the cushion for dear life. "Damn right I am, baby—but you're going to give me another one."

You shake your head, gripping the cushion so tightly that you can feel the stuffing flatten. "No... not yet," you say. He smirks and replies, "You're going to listen to me, baby." Then he goes back to licking your clit rapidly while pumping three fingers inside you, making you almost throw the cushion in frustration.

Why does he sound so hot when he’s dominant and controlling you like that? It’s because he can actually back it up. You’re about to come.

He looks up at you with the biggest smirk, knowing you have to oblige. You have nowhere else to go.

Sure, he bought this apartment so you could be closer to campus no more two-hour drives back and forth, no more secret stops at motels claiming your home was too far. But really, he bought this place as a fallback; he has more than enough money to move somewhere more secluded tomorrow if he wanted. You’re just too stubborn to realise it.

"Twist your nipples for me, baby. You know you can’t come without it." Of course, you oblige you’ll do anything daddy says. You bring your hands up and squeeze as tight as you can, but it’s not as good as when he does it. He chuckles at your little sulk.

"Daddy, please," you whisper. He expected that and brings his left arm up to squeeze your breast. With all that stimulation. His tongue on your clit, three fingers pumping inside you, and his hand twisting your nipples. You come with a loud screech.

Dex pulls back and gives your thigh a light slap, watching it jiggle as you try to calm yourself down. He gives you a teasing look, noticing the giant wet spot on the couch.

You sigh and get up, saying, "You did that on purpose." He just shrugs, knowing that now you’re too tired to study. If he keeps this up, you’ll flunk out.

"Round two, sweetheart,” and you just gesture to pause for a moment, still recovering from your high. He chuckles, "I thought you young people had high libidos." You throw the now flattened coushion at him, which he catches effortlessly. "Not when you come like that, Jesus Ben"

He gives you a pointed look. "What did you call me?" Then he starts tickling you. "Dex! Dex! Oh god, I meant Dex!" you say, pulling away with a huff, thinking he’s letting you off. But of course, you’re wrong.

"That’s not my name," he says, continuing to tickle you until his hand slips down and back inside, stroking your now-sensitive pussy, making you arch into him.

"Daddy, please," you whisper. He tilts his head, teasing, "Daddy what?" His strokes grow faster and deeper, knowing he can make you come again.

"Not again, please," you plead. He nudges his nose against yours. "Too late, baby girl." Then his other hand flicks your nipple, and you come once more.

You sigh and glare at him. "I hate you." He kisses you softly. "No, you don’t." He finally pulls back, admiring you for a moment. You worry he might want another round, but he looks at the clock—it’s nearly eight o’clock. He sighs and says, "How about we shower, and I’ll order dinner for us?"

It starts off pretty innocent.

A shoulder brushing hers in the supermarket aisle. A quiet “sorry.” A second glance that turns into recognition.

“Wait… Dex?”

He looks just as surprised to see her as she is to see him at least, that’s how he acts.

After that, it keeps happening.

He bumps into her outside her favourite café while she’s grabbing your usual coffee. Sees her again on the subway. On her morning jog through Hell’s Kitchen. Always “accidental.” Always perfectly timed.

Old college friends catching up that’s the story she tells herself.

Back then, they circled each other for months. Your mum’s boyfriend played with Dex, but she’d cheer loudly from the bleachers just to annoy him, knowing he wanted her to cheer for him instead. But behind her boyfriend’s back, she and Dex secretly hooked up beneath those very bleaches, hiding it in plain sight.

That should've been the end, but it wasn't because Dex had never really gotten over your mother. No matter how much time passed, she stayed on his mind.

That all changed the first time he saw you—you couldn’t have been older than ten. He was patrolling the neighbourhood when a softball cracked against a street sign, catching his attention. The ball bounced right back into a young girl’s hand your hand.

Your throw was too good to be anything but natural, just like his. He watched you throw again and again, every move smooth and familiar.

Then he saw your mum cheering from the sidelines, laughing as you rolled your eyes at her praise and suddenly, everything clicked. It felt like fate.

You were his.

From that moment on, he watched from a distance.

School games. Practices. The route you took home. Your mum hovering when you got hurt. The softball scholarship that took you just outside the city. Every detail carefully noted and stored in his mind.

Your mum thought reconnecting with Dex years later was just a coincidence.

It wasn’t.

Dex planned it all, slowly and patiently, until slipping back into her life felt natural. Because he didn’t just want your mum back he wanted you. And now, years later, with you grown and close enough to reach, he’s ready to stop watching from the sidelines.