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Ever since you moved in four doors down, Dex enjoyed memorizing your daily routine and predicting it down to the minute. Today was Tuesday, your day off from work. On Saturdays, Mondays, and Wednesdays, you wore scrubs but didn’t have your nametag on which you probably left in the car. He knew you surely needed a nametag to work at Metro-General Hospital.
Today you wore some iteration of pajamas under a robe, per usual, when picking up the morning paper outside your door at 915. A little late, but he figured you worked hard the night before. And as always, for the past 2 months, Dex would be there picking up his newspaper as well.
“Good morning (y/n)!” he yelled across the hall. Your apartment was just on the other side of his.
“Morning Dex,” you waved back and yawned. You didn’t think anything of it, seeing as that most people probably woke up around this time to fetch their newspaper.
But Dex, he had already tidied up his apartment, made breakfast, and completed his workout, all before 9am, when you were supposed to have picked up the paper.
“Tough night?” he asked, with a steady smile on his face. Almost painted on.
“Yea,” you responded. “Has been since the city’s been under attack.”
“Mhmm,” he nodded in agreement. He was able to narrow down that you maybe worked in the ER, or the inpatient side. Surgery maybe even. But then he'll have to figure out what you actually did. Doctor, nurse, technician? You were smart to not wear your name badge anywhere other than work.
You closed your door and plopped onto your couch. Today you needed to catch up on chores before heading back to work tomorrow.
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After arriving back at your apartment, it was already evening. You decided on ordering in since you had just gone grocery shopping. Chinese food it is.
Dex of course, had already predicted this. You often ordered in for those last few shifts during your work week. You liked Chinese food the most. You would order around 7pm, early enough for you to eat, maybe watch television, and go to sleep, all to wake up early the following day for your last 12hr shift of the week.
This was when Dex took out his trash, to have another passing of words and glimpse of you before the day ended. He anticipated seeing you either on his way out or on his way back in from the dumpster.
This time, the delivery driver knocked on your door, as they seldom do. This annoyed him, but he knew it would be only seconds before you obtained your food and shot him a smile.
But this time was different. Dex had not anticipated the delivery man to hand you the food and lean on your apartment door. To linger. He didn’t understand what that man could possibly be rambling on about to you, but he did know it was making him upset. Very, very upset. This was his time with you and it was being rudely interrupted. Dex supposed the delivery driver would be gone by the time he returned from the dumpster, but he was wrong. Oh how he envisioned throwing a nail into that man’s leg, or even between his eyes. You must be used to the sight of blood, anyway.
“Goodnight (y/n),” he said, grinning from ear to ear as he walked back up the stairs. His usual demeanor.
“Night Dex!” you waved back as Dex watched the delivery driver finally turn to leave.
“Was he bothering you?” Dex questioned. It wasn’t like him to give you more than a few smiles and glances, but you appreciated the sentiment of him checking up on you. Dex was also hauntingly attractive, and you didn’t mind being in his presence more.
“Yea…just a guy I knew from school. It was nice to catch up!” you said.
Dex couldn't imagine that interaction being nice. What was nice was having a routine that was not interrupted by frivolous disruptions. Dex, however, was a master of concealing his emotions when needed. “Well I apologize for interrupting,” he replied.
“Oh no, thank you actually. I think that’s what made him hurry up and leave. And thank you for asking if I was alright. That was very sweet!” you added.
Dex was slightly caught off guard from being called ‘sweet’, a word that has never been used to describe him. Heartless, ruthless, disgusting, maybe. But not ‘sweet”. Dex began to blush ever so subtly when you added, “plus, I couldn’t end my Tuesday night without our goodnight!” You let out a playful laugh.
Dex had never been in love before, but he had watched a few movies on the matter and seen people with his own eyes beg to not be killed because of their spouses or family that they ‘loved”. That they would miss them. He imagined that this feeling he had now must be similar. God help him if he had missed this Tuesday night interaction with you, something that he learned you look forward too as well. The anger that thought produced…was not new. He has felt that many times. But that other feeling…the reason why he was angry, was new.
The words from his mouth started forming before he could stop them from asking, “would you like to have dinner sometime this week?”
“I’d love to,” you answered. “How about Thursday, when I’m off?”
“Perfect. I’ll pick you up at 7,” he said smiling, and walked away. He knew your next day off was indeed Thursday but didn’t want to suggest it lest he seemed creepy.
You closed your door and yelped in excitement. You hadn’t been on a date in months, and a hot guy at that? The excitement made your heart jump.
You went to sleep, wishing Thursday would approach much quicker than usual.
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Thursday arrived abnormally slow. You showered and put on a blue spaghetti strap mini dress with matching heels. You had no idea what he had planned for tonight, but wanted to dress the part just in case.
He knocked on your door at exactly 7pm. You had already been ready for about 20 minutes and were punctual to open the door.
Dex wore a black collared button down with black pants. He was even more handsome than you remembered him being.
“You look amazing,” he said, his eyes tracing the outline of your dress. You could feel his eyes linger on your hips before he offered his hand and said, “shall we?”
“We shall,” you replied, placing your hand into his.
The walk wasn’t far to an upscale Chinese restaurant. Your eyes lit up when it came into view.
“Chinese food is my favorite!” you exclaimed.
Dex smiled and motioned you inside. He knew it was.
You ordered a few dishes of steamed fish and chili pepper beef, and recommended new ones for him to try as well. Dex wasn’t keen on trying new foods, but went with your lead to try the egg foo young. You would catch him starring at men who walked by you who’s eyes you felt wander, but other than that, he was very attentive, and seemed to enjoy the food.
“Do you have a favorite food?” you asked, wanting to learn more about him.
“I enjoy a great milkshake from time to time.”
“There are definitely great milkshakes around here. I’m going to miss them once my contract is over.”
“Over?”
“Yea, once my 90 day contract is done, the company usually ships me off to another city for another 90 days. Sometimes they keep me at the same place, but this hospital I’m working at seems to want someone more experienced.”
There was that familiar feeling again. Anger. Dex was furious that his beautiful neighbor, one who seemed to enjoy his company and even parts of his routine, was to be shipped away like cattle. He clenched his fist under the table.
“What do you do, exactly?” he asked, swallowing hard, trying to contain himself. He needed to know who could fix this.
You had just finished the last few bites of your food and started stacking the plates.
“I’m an x-ray technician! So I take x-rays of all the broken and possibly broken bones in the ER, operating rooms, etc. And we do more than look for broken bones, but it’s been busy with all the traumas coming in lately.”
Dex’s fist unclenched. “That’s amazing,” he replied. “You’re so vital to the hospital, but they want to replace you? Doesn’t seem right to me. And how are you supposed to gain experience then?”
You shrugged and said, “I guess that’s how it goes.”
Dex nodded, knowing that he still had time. You moved in exactly 8 weeks ago and you had 4 more weeks before your contract was up.
He paid for dinner and walked you back up to your apartment. To his and your surprise, the delivery man from yesterday was waiting for you outside your door.
“Hey (y/n)!” he said, more excited than he should have been. “I forgot to ask you for your number a few nights ago. Mind if I get it?”
You looked annoyed but before you could open your mouth you heard Dex respond, “She’s busy tonight.” He put a hand around your waist and you leaned into him.
The delivery man threw his hands up and left. “Sorry, I didn’t know…” he started to say, but after looking at Dex’s jaw clench, he continued down the stairs to leave.
Dex walked you to the door but you had a feeling that man would be back. “Can we just hang at your place for a bit?” you asked.
“No problem,” Dex responded.
His apartment was small, but neat. Very neat, and bare. It might have been the most tidy apartment you’ve ever seen. You sat on the cough while Dex poured you a glass of water.
“Thanks. I promise I won’t overstay, I just don’t want him reappearing soon, and I’m there alone,” you confessed.
“You can stay as long as you like,” Dex grinned. He couldn’t wait to see that delivery man again and teach him how to be polite.
You gulped down your cool glass of water and sank into his couch. He sat down and lightly grazed your side. “Once again you saved me from the delivery man,” you laughed.
“Pulling you in close was all I could think of. I tried to be gentle so sorry if-”
“No need to be sorry…or gentle,” you blushed. " It was nice, actually.”
When Dex’s lips touched yours, you were expecting a peck, or a soft kiss. But no, his kiss was deep and strong, so much so that his hand started to caress the back of your head and offer support. You felt him groan into the last kiss before letting you up for air, but you didn’t want to stop. You threw a leg over him, in an attempt to straddle him and continue.
Instead, Dex immediately picked you up and carried you into his room. He pressed your back against his bedroom wall. His lips on your neck were now rough and fast. You reached to pull up his shirt and felt a strong grip on your wrist, stopping you.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes, Dex. Please, I want you,” you said.
Dex grinned and brought the two of you down onto the bed in a quick motion.
You could tell how hungry he was for you by how fast he slipped your dress over your head and undid your bra with one hand. Some fabric from your dress was still around your wrists, not completely off, when Dex wrapped the remaining fabric around both of your wrists, binding them together and stretching them above your head.
“Is that alright?” he asked with a sinister look on his face.
"Definitely," you responded. “I've always thought I'd be into…this, and I definitely am,” you rocked your hips into Dex’s.
"If it's ever too much, say…Thursday." His new favorite day.
“Got it," you assured him.
"Now, don't move,” he commanded.
Dex took off his shirt and watched your eyes dance over his chest and biceps, pleased with the results of his workout routine. Then he rested his face in between your legs and kissed the insides of your thigh. When he flicked his tongue on your clit, an electric shock went through your body. He removed your panties and continued to use his tongue to pleasure you, moving it around in circular motions while he watched you writhe with enjoyment.
" Mmm," you could hear him hum, but more importantly you felt the vibrations of his mouth on you. In you.
The heat was rising in your belly and you knew you were close to your climax. You even tried to pull your hips back from him, all for him to restrain you and thrust his tongue into you. He gently sucked on your clit which pushed you over the edge. Your legs clamped down onto him and you thrusted your hips as you climaxed.
You noticed your legs gently quivering after coming to. “Wow, Dex, I-" before you knew it Dex had climbed on top of you and pulled your bound wrists over your head with one hand, and held them there again. You could feel how hard he was even through his pants. He pulled your nipple and grinned at your response. The pinch made you gasp but it was quickly replaced with a moan and feeling of ecstasy. You tried pulling your arms close to you but Dex squeezed your wrists as a reminder that he had you. And that you were not to move. You could see him watching your face for any signs of shock or being afraid. But he would only see lust.
Dex continued to play with your breast with his free hand, pulling and twisting your nipple. You arched your back to grind on his hard cock which made him release a low grunt. He placed your nipple in his mouth and gently bit, forcing a squeak from your mouth. You had never felt this much pleasure before and didn't want it to stop.
"Please, Dex,” you pleaded. "Fuck me.”
A sadistic smile appeared across his face. He pulled back and undid his pants, freeing his cock. He climbed back on top of you, one hand on your wrists again, and lined his cock up with your entrance, moving it up and down on your wetness. He watched you twist and turn with anticipation, knowing you couldn't pull him into you. What a sadist he was.
He placed the head into you and saw your legs spread even more. Suddenly he thrusted his entire cock into you, and slowly back out. Your entire body felt like it was vibrating from the euphoria. Then again. You could feel his cock pulsating inside you which made you beg for more. He quickened his thrusts, making sure to deepen them each time. He didn't hold back his moaning as he placed the fingers of his other hand into your mouth. When you sucked them, you heard his breath hitch.
“Fuck, (y/n).” He tilted his head back slightly. The way his muscles moved trying to keep your wrists bound and knowing the full length of his cock was inside you all at the same time was almost too much to bear. You tried lifting your arms up again, for fun. Dex removed his fingers from your mouth and brought his hand up to your neck. He applied light pressure to the sides of your neck, making your head rush. A shot of pleasure ran down your body and landed at your core, leaving a pinprick feeling on your skin.
You felt your body explode from the sensation, sending your legs to clamp around Dex again during your climax. You could feel his hips buck against yours, knowing he had come too.
He released his hand from your neck and undid the dress around your wrists, setting you free. You pulled the blanket over you as Dex slid into the bed.
“You don't listen as well as I assumed you did," he said with a smirk. "I miscalculated. And I'm a little surprised."
“Maybe you just need to be more strict next time," you said, and closed your eyes, already drifting off to sleep, with a smile on your face.
“Will do." You heard Dex's laugh in the distance.