fbi!dex teaching you how to use a gun. that's it.
warnings: smut, gunplay, freak4freak
you inhaled a shaky breath as your arms raised up. you locked in onto the target, letting your finger slip over the trigger.
missed it again. just by an inch. you feel a pair of strong hands wrap around yours, guiding your focus. his fingers splay on top of yours as he presses himself against your back. you can feel the hard muscle of his pectorals touching your shoulder blades.
"deep breath in, baby", he guides you. you do as he says and take in a large breath. the air fills your lungs as his musky scent begins to soothe your mind. he attempts to stop your shaking hands, holding them still in his own grip.
"now let it out", you give him a shaky exhale. his chin nudges the side of your cheek as he moves his left hand down to your hip. he rubs soft circles into the skin just below your shirt.
you allow him to somewhat take control of you, helping you to aim your sights on the target.
you feel his warmth leave your body as he takes a few steps back, allowing you to be in control again. though the smell of his light cologne and sweat still linger in your head.
your finger hovers over the trigger again. you zero in on the target, aiming for the head this time.
you immediately jump up and down, squealing as you see the bullet hit right between the eyes.
"dex- look! i did it!", you point to the target and look back at him.
he's standing there with his arms folded, staring at you with that half smirk he always gives you.
"knew you could, baby", he unfolds his arms and holds them out for you. without any thought, you jump into his embrace and hike a leg up onto his hip. forgetting the gun is still in your grip, he reaches back and pulls it from your hands.
"you trying to kill me, sweetheart?", he grins down at you, placing the gun onto a nearby table.
"sorry...i was excited", you tell him, now feeling embarrassed.
he places his hands on your hips and spins you around, pulling your back into his front. his lips graze over your ear as he takes a deep breath in.
"i know, baby. so proud of you", he places feather light kisses onto your earlobe. he continues his movements down to your jaw, then to the curve of where your neck meets your shoulder. his lips are just tracing over your soft skin, almost tickling you.
his hands splay across the sides of your waist, thumbs pushing your shirt up just an inch or two. one of your hands reaches up to grab a fistful of his hair while the other reaches for the table in front of you. your hand finds the cold metal object and you pick it up again.
dex is too consumed in your presence to even notice what you're doing. his teeth dig into your shoulder, eliciting a lewd sound from your lips. you raise the barrel of the gun up towards his head, dragging it down his temple.
"your turn", you groan out.
"my turn to what, baby?", he's losing himself in you by the second. hands gripping your waist harder, lips moving more frantically along your neck. you feel him nudge his hard on into the back of your pants. he lets out a low groan into your ear and nips at the lobe.
"show me how good you are", you pull away from him, causing him to make a small puppy dog like whine. you take the barrel of the gun and hold it out for him to take.
"don't miss", you say before walking towards the practice target board. you stand up against it and the forehead is only a mere centimeter away from yours.
he chuckles at your bravery before raising the gun up. from any other point of view, it looks like he's about to put a bullet through your skull. but you know he's a perfect shot. he'd actually have to make an effort to miss.
"have i ever missed?", he quirks an eyebrow while pulling at the crotch fabric of his tactical pants, attempting to adjust his hardness. though, this only makes him even more hard.
you shrug, "i guess we'll see."
he takes that as a challenge and immediately aims for the dot exactly above your head. you cover your ears and prepare yourself.
you feel the breeze as the bullet flies over your head, barely grazing a few hairs at the top. you open your eyes to see dex standing there, gun still pointed at you. he lowers it once he sees you looking at him.
he sets it on the table and makes a 'come here' motion with his index finger. you do as he says, walking towards him with with your hands clasped behind your back.
you stand before him as he towers over you. he moves a stray hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear, "so pretty."
you melt into his hand as he cups your jaw, thumb swiping under your eye.
"pretty baby trusts me so much"
he takes a step closer, pushing his nose into your cheek. he drags the tip of his nose along your face to your chin, placing a kiss there. you stick your fingers into the waist band of his pants, pulling him impossibly close as he drags his nose up the middle of your lips.
his nose touches yours as his lips barely graze your own. both of his hands cup your face as he pushes his forehead against yours, "you don't know what you do to me", he whispers.
you move your hands to his back, scratching your nails up the nape of his neck. you play with the hair there, twirling it around your fingers. he finally closes the last inch of distance, sealing his lips around yours. he moves with slow and controlled restraint.
he lets out small whimpers as you tug and twist his greyish blond hair. one of his hands moves to the back of your head, fingers running over your scalp as he grabs a fistful of your hair. he tugs and your head snaps back, exposing the sensitive skin of your throat to him. his half lidded eyes gaze over your soft, delicate skin as his lips latch onto your pulse point. he sucks and nips at the spot, managing to draw small cries from your mouth.
"dex...", his name slips from your lips as his mouth continues working.
"yeah, baby?", he asks between kisses.
he walks you back so your butt hits the table. he places a hand on either side of the table, caging you in. he chases your lips, letting his tongue push inside your mouth, twirling with yours.
you push yourself up and sit on the table, letting him stand between your legs.
"what if- what if someone comes in?", you ask, pushing him back slightly. you remembered that you're in the fbi training room, where anyone with a key could walk in at any moment.
he almost looks offended.
"they won't", he instantly goes for your lips again. his hands reach for your shirt, lifting it up. you raise your arms up so he can pull it clean off.
"but- what if they do?", you ask again, pushing him back an inch.
he reaches for the handgun beside your hip, bringing it up to your face. not aiming it at you, just holding it between your faces.
you feel yourself begin to grow wet at the thought of dex shooting someone for you. its sick and you should be scared, but it only spurs you on.
you grasp the barrel of the gun, placing it on the peak of your cleavage. he understands where you're going with this and he drags the cold metal down your chest.
it moves over your bra and down to your belly button. he watches as he drags it lower, stopping just above the button of your jeans.
his eyes move up to meet your own and the gun digs into your skin.
"you like this? you want me to use it on you?", he taunts you. your hands grip onto his shoulders as you grind yourself against his tented pants. he inhales sharply at the rough contact. he can feel his hardened cock brushing up against his underwear, making it harder to keep restraining himself.
he momentarily stuffs the gun into his pants before unbuttoning your jeans and tugging the clothing off of your legs. he pulls it back out and rubs the barrel up your inner thigh.
your nails dig into his trap muscles and you pull him into a messy kiss. you nod frantically as he moves it closer to where you need it most. he pushes the tip into your clit, making your body jump slightly. he smiles against your lips and finally pulls your panties to the side.
"you're sick", he tells you.
you grab the back of his neck, pulling his face back to look at him.
"i am", he admits with a small shrug.
he lowers himself to his knees as he dives between your legs. he immediately licks up and down your folds, making sure you're wet enough. his thumb rubs small circles on your clit as his tongue thrusts in and out of your hole.
"want me to fuck you with my gun? hm?", he looks up at you and lines up the barrel with your cunt.
you nod and bite your lip, letting your hand rest on top of his head.
he begins to push the barrel into you, stretching you out. you let out a relieved sigh as you finally feel some real stimulation. his thumb still rubs tight circles on your clit as he pumps the weapon in and out of you.
you lift your legs up and rest them on top of his shoulders.
"that's right, baby. use me", he looks up at you with lust filled eyes. his pace is painfully slow as the gun moves in and out. you begin to move your hips with his rhythm, chasing your release.
dex notices you becoming restless as you rock against the gun.
"use your words. whaddya want?", he asks.
"f-faster", you breathe out.
"thats it. there you go."
he pumps the gun in and out of you faster and harder, the hard metal hitting that perfect spot inside of you. he leans in and uses his tongue to stimulate your clit instead of his finger. he flicks it in fast motions and groans into your skin.
your legs begin to tremble against his shoulders as the pressure builds in your lower tummy and your toes curl. the pressure of his tongue increases and you hear your release.
"dex- i-im-", you attempt to speak but everything feels so good you can barely focus on forming words right now.
"i know, baby", he whispers against your pussy and continues to work his tongue/gun combo.
you move your hips against his face at your own pace.
with one final thrust of the barrel inside you, your release snaps and your hips grind against his nose. you ride out your high as you clamp your hand over your mouth, muffling your whiny cries and pleas. he continues to work you through your orgasm, slightly overstimulating you while your legs shake relentlessly.
finally, you use your foot to kick his shoulder, pushing him off as it's too much.
he stands up, pulling the sopping wet gun from your pussy as he sticks a thumb into your weeping hole. he pushes the creamy liquid back inside, pumping his finger in and out a few times. he brings the barrel up to your mouth, rubbing the slick across your bottom lip.
he pushes it past your lips and into your mouth, making you suck it clean. you lap your tongue around all of the edges and crevices of the gun, making sure it comes out nice and shiny. after pulling it out with a pop, he sets it back down on the table.
"good job, baby", he tells you with a kiss to your forehead. he kneels down and picks up your pants, helping your feet into the pant legs.
"wait- what about you?", you stop his movements.
"what about me?", he asks, unsure of what you mean.
you look at him with confusion.
"aren't you still...hard?", you ask, suddenly feeling shy.
he huffs and slips your pants back onto your legs. you stand for him and he pulls them over your ass, buttoning them for you.
he looks down at his own pants and your eyes follow. he has a dark wet spot on the crotch part of his grey jeans.
"happened when you started humping my face. couldn't help it", he shrugs like its a normal thing. like it's an everyday occurrence for a man to cum in his pants.
you try your best to stifle a laugh and lean up to kiss him.
"you're insane", you tell him.
"but i love it", you add.
he grabs his gun and puts it back in his trusty holster before pulling your shirt back over your head. he gathers the rest of the equipment he brought and reaches for your hand.
"lets go home, we need a shower", he pulls you along, guiding you to the exit of the shooting range.
a/n: i know this is like SO out of character for fbi dex but i actually dont care. let me live and imagine that he's actually a lil freak😭 i think the cumming in his pants part is pretty accurate. he's probably either a virgin or only ever done it once so he's sensitive asf. hope this was good
