Hello Beautiful Lady

Hello beautiful lady 💗

I have a Dylan request pretty please! (I’m to lazy to write myself).

Dylan is on set of ‘not okay’ movie and he’s in the middle of getting his tattoos put on, he’s sending you sneak peaks from the mirror and all you can think about is jumping his bones. So you start sending pictures back, each picture you’ve lost and article of clothing until the very last pic which he doesn’t open until he’s out of the trailer. He responds with something like ‘get your ass here in 10 minutes or your in deep shit baby girl. And yeah obv you get straight in the car and smut in his trailer 🥵🥵🥵 (please and thank you, you don’t have to write it xxx)

Author's Notes: For you? Of course, my love. I hope you enjoy it! Just an FYI some of this is a text conversation, obviously Dylan is "DOB", and his woman is "The Fox" because he thinks she's Foxy. I altered the request juuust a little, and I hope you can forgive. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Smoking ,Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut* (sexting? i don't know, public sex, biting, dom-ish Dylan, unprotected sex - be safe out there! Your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests are OPEN

Dylan felt like he had been sitting in that chair for an eternity. It had only been an hour, maybe two, but he was starting to get restless. He wanted a cigarette and he wanted to stretch his legs further than the spacing in the trailer would allow, but the girls had a job to do so he would sit.

"Can I just check my phone?" Dylan inquired softly as the makeup artist applied yet another tattoo to his arm. His eyes flickered from the art being drawn on his arm, to his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Yeah, go ahead. I don't need that arm yet." She nodded with a point to his right arm, his dominant hand, allowing him to answer his texts.

The Fox: How does it look?

Dylan smiled at her eager message. When he told her his look for this role would include "a lot" of tattoos her excitement was almost tangible and he had promised he would send her photos of himself while he was getting his fake tattoos put on.

DOB: You tell me.

Dylan smirked as he replied back to her, sending a photo of the tattoo along his flexed bicep. He felt proud of himself knowing back at home he had probably sent his girlfriend into a frenzy.

The Fox: Are they everywhere?

DOB: Not yet.

Dylan smirked to himself as he received the read receipt, but no response from his girlfriend. He slipped his phone back in his pocket and allowed the woman trying to apply the tattoos on his body to continue doing her job. It wasn't ten minutes later his phone went off in his pocket again, this time a sequence of buzzes that forced his hand into pocket.

"I'm really sorry." Dylan sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, accidentally nudging the artist's arm out of the way.

"It's alright. I need a few more things anyway. So, I'll let you answer your texts or emails. And I'll be back in like, five minutes or so." She smiled with a friendly pat on his shoulder. She exited the trailer, gently shutting the door behind her and left Dylan alone with his shirt around his shoulders and the ink drying on his arms.

Dylan sighed as he put in his pass-code and opened his phone to several messages from his girlfriend. The first few messages he had anticipated, just her requesting that he send her more photos. But the next ones...

The Fox: Do you think I would look good with a tattoo, baby?

In the time he had sent her his photo, his body adorning the new (fake) tattoos, his girlfriend had taken it upon herself to remove her shirt, her shorts and bra. The first two photos had made him smile, her sweet skin on display showing off the hickeys on her collarbone from the night before or her thighs. He just loved them so much.

The photo after she had removed her shorts, though, made the back of his neck feel hot. She had removed her bra and held her forearm across her breasts, covering up what he wanted to see. He pursed his lips and felt himself craning his neck and tilting his phone, as if her nipples would magically appear on his screen.

DOB: That's not very nice.

He ran a hand over his face, the wiry hairs of his beard catching on the tips of his fingers as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His phone buzzed in his hand again, he looked down and saw that she had sent him another photo.

DOB: I'm not looking at that. I know what you sent me, Foxy.

He knew that the photo she had sent him would send him into overdrive. He knew the photo waiting for him was either her naked body on full display (how do girls take such beautiful photos on their own like that? He would never know) or just a teasing shot of between her legs. He wasn't having it.

DOB: Get here. Now. I'm not fucking around.

The Fox: Yes, Sir ;)

Dylan felt a chill go down his spine. He grabbed his cigarettes off the counter in front of him and stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair. He pushed open the door to his trailer as he shielded his eyes from the sun, lighting up a cigarette with his other hand.

"I didn't make you wait too long, did I?" The nice makeup artist smiled as she walked back to him with her arms filled with supplies.

"Oh, not at all. Hey, I'm just going to get a coffee before we finish this. Do you want one?" Dylan lied as he backed up and blew his smoke away from her face.

"I'm okay, thanks. I'll just get set up here and you come back when you're ready. Stretch your legs, I know it's a long process." She nodded with a smile.

Dylan felt a pang of guilt for lying to her about why he was leaving his trailer, but that feeling quickly went away when he felt his phone go off in his pocket once more. He pitched his cigarette and walked quickly towards the parking lot where his car was, and his girl was waiting.

"Hey, handsome. I'm looking for my boyfriend. He's about your height, same colour eyes. But no tattoos and he's actually got dark brown hair, not blonde." His girlfriend smirked as she leaned up against his car, waiting for him. She must have broken every single traffic law in the State to get to him.

"Haven't seen him around. But I'm here." Dylan murmured as he rested his hands on the top of his car and pressed his body to hers. She had changed her clothes before she came to see him, tossed on a pretty, rather short sundress and Dylan couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Not that he had made much of an effort.

"These look so good on you, Dylan." She whispered as she placed her hands on his elbows and scanned his arms covered in fake tattoos.

"Thanks. Now, as for you. Get in the car, Foxy." Dylan breathed out as his hands pushed up the hem of her dress, complete disregard for the public parking space as he filled the palms of his hands with her backside.

"Dylan!" She squealed as he hooked his arm underneath her plump backside, lifting her up as he unlocked his car, opened the door to the backseat and climbed in with a slam of the door.

He perched her on his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs as he reached underneath her dress to tear at whatever was keeping them apart.

"Are you kidding?" Dylan growled as he pulled his dull fingernails down her hips when he felt her bare beneath her dress. One good gust of wind and the entire cast and crew would see what his girlfriend's business.

"You look good." She whispered with a nip of his bottom lip while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body resting against his.

"It's bad enough I bailed on getting my tattoos finished to come out here and have sex with you. But I cannot get in trouble for my hot ass girlfriend walking around, flashing people." Dylan grunted as he carefully lifted her up and laid her on her back on the backseat, positioning himself between her legs.

"Work fast then, O'Brien." She laughed as he sunk his teeth into her neck, her hands reaching above her head to brace herself against the door of the car.

Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he reached between them to unzip his jeans. He rubbed his hips against hers as she scratched her nails over his scalp and down inside the collar of his shirt to feel his skin.

"No scratches." Dylan moaned out as his needy girlfriend tried to sink the nails of her right hand into his back while her left hand reached between them to pull him out of his pants.

"Why?" She whined as she curled her right hand into the material of his shirt and started to slowly, teasingly stroke his manhood. It wasn't enough, and she fucking knew it. The pressure of her hand around him was so light, almost enough and it was enough to drive him insane.

"Because I said so." Dylan grunted as he grabbed her hand off him and pinned it to the car door as gently as he could so he didn't hurt her, then lined himself up with her entrance.

"Let me go!" She cried out as she tried to pull her wrist from his grip, back arching off the fine leather of his backseat as he filled out the tight space between her thighs.

"Be good. No games." Dylan ordered as he released her wrist and pressed his forehead to hers. He braced himself on the door above her head while he kept one foot on the floor, surprised he had as much room as he did.

"More, Dylan. I want more." She cooed as she pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and pressed her hands flat on his back as she moved her hips in time with his.

Dylan couldn't contain the whine in the back of his throat. He nodded, his nose brushing against hers as he did so then moved them back to an upright position with her straddling his lap again. He pushed the hem of her dress up to watch as he moved in and out of her while she gripped at the headrest behind him in an attempt to not scratch him up.

"Let me see you." Dylan groaned as he moved his hands from her hips to pull down the triangles of her sundress, exposing her nipples the way he wished she did in that photo she had sent earlier. He leaned forward to seal his lips around her left nipple, his hands on her back to keep her steady.

"Feels so good, Dylan." She panted as she reached her right hand up to roll the nipple that wasn't currently in his mouth while she rolled her hips.

"You feel fucking good." Dylan grunted against her chest as his hips started to get off rhythm beneath her, his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

"Baby, I think -" She gasped as her right hand shot out and pressed against the window behind them, sliding down the glass as her inner walls clenched and quivered around him.

"I'm right behind you, honey." Dylan growled before he bit her neck and gave her a firm thrust, cumming deep inside of her as her head fell to his shoulder.

The car was filled with their pants as they both came down from their highs. Her hands running over his buzzed hair while he kissed along her neck, his own fingertips caressing her thighs beneath her dress.

"I don't want to let you go." She whispered with a kiss to the side of his face.

"I don't either, but I have to get back. How about you let me go, head home and take a nice long bath, a nap and I'll bring us home some dinner? Then we can have it in bed, naked and finish where we left off in here." Dylan smiled as he rested his head back on the seat.

"That sounds nice, baby." She nodded.

"M'kay. Let me pull my pants back up and I'll walk you back to your car. You have no panties on. I don't want anyone stealing a look." Dylan winked with a quick kiss to her lips, beyond reluctant to let her leave but he was still at work and had a job to do.

But he would definitely be thinking about her at home in the bathtub while he got the remainder of his tattoos put on, certain he would feel his phone go off in his pocket a photo or two waiting for him.

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i saw this and immediately thought stiles stilinski

just ignore if i offended you, sorry x

babe. the last thing i am is offended honestly 🙈 this was an absolute trip and i am grateful that you sent it to me <3

but think about wearing lingerie in front of fwb!stiles and he just loses it ?? like he just takes a good fifteen minutes to admire you, asking (begging) for you to spin around ?? like he doesn't even notice his own boner before he's jumping you to lay you on the bed.

he'd been extremely busy and stressed lately and you wanted to do something nice out of the blue to help him relax a little bit yk ?? you didn't want to be too pushy by telling him that you were worried but clearly he needed it more than anything.

he takes off everything you have on you but your panties because they're just so simple yet pretty, they make him want to get them all dirty and covered in cum. he's keeping you on top of him, at all times to see you fully and you feel a little embarrassed when he has you sitting on his face but the way he shoves his tongue inside your dripping cunt just erases every thought out of your brain.

hus eyes never leave your panties, watching them get all soaked in both of you and hus brain does process that he's already fucked so much cum into you, you can't take more yk ?? but he cannot stop getting you all dirty and full. he doesn't try but it's not like he can control how much cum he produces in these moments and it's even more difficult when you're basically the dreamiest thing ever to him.

he's rutting inside you, pushing his girth in between your folds and just staring at his cum dripping out of you and on the soft fabric of your panties ??

"bunny... bunny, fuck... bunny i gotta keep these. i'll carry them everywhere with me bunny..."

"g-god... stiles, y- fuck ! oh, god, please ! stiles you're cumming too much... please, s-slow... slow down !"

"can't bunny, i know your pretty pussy can take it, look, look at her taking everything i give her... fuck, did i starve my bunny ? she wanted cum so bad she had to get see through panties to get my attention. look at your pussy bunny, she's so hungry, i can't slow down now, can i ? needa feed my favorite girl. needa keep her full and if you can't keep it in, it's fine." he leans on you to whisper in your ear, "you'll keep your panties on m, covered in my cum and in yours. no taking them off before i tell you to bun-bun."

you're being fucked so nicely you can only nod when he's caressing your head and kissing your neck so tenderly.

he has you wear them in class (mitch is your professor and let's just say that he can see everything that's going on ;)) and he sits next to you to finger his cum back into you. at the end of the lecture, he takes them and skips to his jeep with a smile after breathing in the scent coming from them.

"i'll be gone for only three days bunny, but I'll have these to keep me company. and you bet you'll get loads of videos of how nice they look wrapped around my cock."

Misunderstood Smiles - Dylan O'brien imagine

In which y/n is an actress and stars in a movie with Dylan's friend and fellow colleague, Cody Christian

"Stop whining, babe", i laugh and i push Dylan off my body so i can get up and get ready to go on set. I get up and take a moment to analyse his perfect naked body and smirk before going to the bathroom

"Since you like this view so much, you can stay here and take advantage of this beautiful morning." he says while pressing soft kisses on my shoulder, letting my bra strap fall loosely on my arm. I moan softly when i feel his bottom lip trace a long line on my neck, going over my sensitive spots and i gasp when his teeth bite small portions, sucking hard on some spots.

"Love, you're leaving hickeys. I can't show up on set with them.", i say disappointed and i turn around to kiss Dylan's lips. He kisses me back desperately, hand on my neck, while his tongue entangles with mine in sweet, passionate motions.

"I hate this day, baby", he says and places a kiss on my forehead, pulling me into a big hug. Today I'm supposed to film a naked scene with Cody. We've starred in other movies together, but our characters were never that much of love interests. In this one... Well, let's say things get way too heated. Before Dylan i was more than ok with this type of scenes because they're fun and you can build very beautiful friendships after that, as hard as it is to believe.

"You'll be there with me, tho, you'll see nothing else happens. And it's Cody, you've known him for such a long time, he has a beautiful girlfriend-"

"Yeah, but he's still touching you. He's gonna touch your legs, your breasts, your ass. He's gonna see you naked and that makes go crazy.", Dylan exhales and exists the bathroom. I follow him and try as much as i can to calm him down.

30 minutes later, we're on our way to the set and i become nervous because of Dylan's presence. I have acted with him watching me before, but it was so hard to concentrate, this time will be even worse.

As we got there, Cody and another costar greeted us.

"Hey, man, what's up!", Cody hugs Dylan and I'm happy to see that he is actually smiling and enjoying seeing Cody after such a long time. "I missed you so much, how have you been?", he asks Dylan while hugging me

"I've been great, i have a new movie coming soon, how are you?", Dylan answers and i grab his hand, being now in the middle of the two boys.

"I'm great, 2 movies on the way, another season of All American, things are awesome.", Cody says excited and he smiles at me, blushing. I feel Dylan tense in the embrace of our hands, and i look up at him to see him looking directly in front of us.

I get changed for the scene and i kiss Dyl before getting on set. Cody smiles when he sees me and i feel a bit insecure because I'm only wearing black laced underwear and a t shirt that barely covers my ass. His eyes travel from me to his friend and shakes his head, smirking. I blush, feeling the tension build in the room between the three of us.

The director announces us to start and i get in the skin of the character right away.

"What are you doing here, Sam? Like, seriously, you're in my bedroom", i ask Cody, while walking slower towards him, using one of my best sensual voices, since i have to make him fall in love with me

"I'm here to talk to you. Your parents let me in before they left. I guess they don't know how you spend your evenings dressed like", he laughs lightly and i try my best not to break into laughter

"Well, you're here, talk", i sit on the bed, slowly leand backwards, checking him out from head to toe. I cross my legs and i know he can see half of my ass, which makes his eyes grow wide. He takes off his jacket and i try not to look surprised, because that wasn't in the script. "Getting hot already?", i try to save the scene before the director could say cut and Cody looked at me with raised eyebrows, getting the idea of what I'm doing.

"The way you present yourself right now is hard not to get hot", he says and comes closer to me, uncrossing my legs and moving his hands slowly until he reaches my waist. He lifts me towards him and turns us around, so he is now sitting on the bed and I'm on his lap. I look deep into his eyes and i can see the lust in his eyes. It is a pretty moment, I'm not gonna lie.

"Let's get hotter and sweaty then", i kiss him hard and he bites my lip before kissing my neck and uncovering my ass. He places his hands on both cheeks and starts moving me front and back, creating a nice friction between our bodies. I take off his shirt and he quickly follows my action, leaving me half naked. He's taken aback by my breasts and stutters for a second, before kissing them and returning to my lips. Cody turns us again, and i unbuckle his pants, taking them down, chuckling when i see him hard in his boxers. He rolls his eyes unnoticeably, not to break character, throws his pants away from the bed and starts grinding his member on mine. I moan when he begins to make me sensitive and the director shouts to get to the next part and get actually naked.

We do and the scene cuts a few moments later, after Cody and i fake having sex.

I put a robe on, Cody doing the same and we smile at each other before going different ways. I go to Dylan and he is a boiling mess.

"What was that?", he asks angry and i get serious immediately

"The scene i was telling you about", i say and grab a water bottle from the table of goodies we have there

"No, not that. Why were you smiling at each other like that? Did you enjoy it that much?", he arranges his hair nervously and i can't help but hold a smile back

"The smile? Baby, we were smiling because we don't need a take 2. We were happy we got it from the first try", i say and i hug him, looking at him. "It feels so much better with you"

"Well, obviously.", Dylan smiles and hugs me back, kissing my lips softly. "You guys did a great job, love. But if he touches you again like that, I'm gonna have him become a Nogitsune", we laugh harder and head towards Cody who was also coming towards us

"I'm sorry for that, dude. I know how long it took you guys to finally get together and I'm the one filming something like this with her", he apologises and i look up at dylan, who was smiling

"Don't worry man. It's all good. Unless you actually touched her when you shouldn't have, we're good"

"No, definitely not.", Cody assures and soon after we finish the whole day of filming.

"I'm exhausted.", i say as i jump on the bed and lay there, rising my head to look at Dylan

"Too bad, I'm actually going to need you", he says with a deep voice and hovers over me, kissing my neck, feeling his hands wonder on my body. He takes off my pants, quickly removing my t-shirt and cupping my breasts, kissing them.

"Someone's needy", i smile and i moan when i feel him kiss down my stomach, reaching my panties, kissing lightly on my area, before kissing my thighs

"After what i witnessed today, i have to make sure you're going to think of me all the time", he says as he puts my panties on the side and inserts his middle finger in me. I gasp and i try to concentrate on an answer

"I always think of you baby"

He inserts another finger and i moan, making him add his tongue to the mixture.

"Dylan, oh Gosh", i say, and i motion his head towards my area, so he would use his Tongue more

"Say it again", Dylan almost growls and his voice turns me on even more, so i obey immediately

"Dylan..", i moan and i feel getting wetter and wetter

"Baby, I'm breaking you tonight", he says as he gets undressed in seconds and wastes no time in entering me

Gifs not mine

You have no idea how obsessed I am with your writing. I have almost every single Dylan/ Stiles smut saved in my notes just so I could go back and look at them all. But I have an idea, so hear me out please. Imaging if you went to Comic-Con and Dylan thinks your the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, so he takes you back stage and fucks you for so long that it causes him to be late to his panel interview, and you end up giving his number to continue your actions at his apartment😩

please, we all know this man is not going out there. he's not done fucking you and no comic con will stop him after he'd been eyeing you for hours.

you'd been bouncing on top of him, face stained with tears and biting your lips so hard you could see the little droplets of blood. you'd never felt so full and fucked out so fast. his cock stretching your walls to practical perfection just had your brain spinning and his slander fingers toying with your clit did not help.

you'd had came already and were on the verge of cumming again with the way he'd been hammering into you. what can he do anyways, not his fault your sounds are addictive.

"f-fuck ! dylan, fuck ! please slow... slow down ! oh fuck ! oh god, yes ! more, more, more !"

"fuck, pussy's so good... holding me so nice and creaming all around me... you like when i bully your pretty cunt huh baby ? you like it when i turn you into a fleshlight and fuck you senseless ?"

you can barely speak or think straight so answering is definitely not happening. but then you see the time from the corner of your eyes and you start panicking, squirming on top of him while his grip on you tightens.

"w-wait ! dylan, d-dylan oh god ! t-the ah ! the interview ! dylan, the interview !"

that is when he takes over, flipping you on the couch to tower over you and fuck into you deeper. his palm slides up your chest, caressing your breasts before taking hold of your neck.

"don't focus on the interview, focus on me. they'll find a way, for now i need to make sure that you're dripping cum all over the place. wouldn't want my girl to go out there unmarked."

hiiii what do u think dominant dyl would be like?

Hi nonnie!

-SPANKS so many spanks, to the point of tears

-“Keep on struggling, baby. It only makes me harder.”

-But he likes to mindfuck you. He'll kisss your tears away and tell you you're almost done.

-The only toys I could see him owning would be a pair of metal handcuffs, a small vibrator and a butt plug

-A master at breath control and deepthroating

-"Look at you making such a mess on yourself.” As your saliva falls from your lips mixing with your slick that now covers the floor

-He has a thing for you being on your knees. Not even in a sexual way all the time, but to show your submissiveness and loyalty

-Dyl is the type to spank your pussy before lining up and thrusting his full length into your cunt

-“Jesus Christ. You take my cock so well… Like you were meant for it.”

-His pace would be hard getting you right to the edge before backing off to slow, barely there thrusts

-You would be almost to tears, begging him for that release

-He’d keep fucking you through your orgasm and rub over your clit making you scream out from the intense pleasure

Best Friend's brother- D.O'B (smut) pt.2

💛warnings: unprotected sex, pet names, hair pulling, spanking (once), sort of crying, begging, edging, use of a vibrator, fingering, cumming inside reader. Squirting, super slight praise kink, degrading kink.💛

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"Dylan please." I begged from my position on the bed. The fabric of his ties digging into my wrists the more I struggled against them.

Dylan was standing at the foot of my bed, watching me as I struggled. Wrists bound to the bed and a vibrator stuffed between my legs. My moans and begging along with the buzzing of the vibrator were the only things that could be heard.

"Oh baby, you're the one that wanted to tease me." Dylan spoke with fake sympathy.

"Please. I'm sorry." I begged once more.

I've seen Dylan like this a few times before, (I'm good riling him up) but never while I was in this position.

My punishment for teasing him like that was not being able to cum, it was kind of my fault but I didn't punish him when he teased me so this is really unfair.

I have to admit though, I'm not mad. Just really, really turned on.

"Dylan, fuck, please. I'm sorry" I whined, tugging at my restraints.

He wasn't breaking though. That man was determined to not give in, to not let me cum.

"Begging and pulling at the ties isn't going to do anything Y/N." Dylan's voice was stern, yet filled with lust. His eyes traced over my body, taking me in.

The way I layed down on the bed, my hair and face a beautiful mess, my hands tugging on the pieces of fabric, the way I clenched my thighs as the vibrator brought me closer to my release.

Dylan saw that i was close, quickly pulling my legs open and sitting in between them. He took out the vibrator, turning it off and placing it on the bed side table.

"Please" I whined at the empty feeling. Dylan took his time kissing the inside of my legs slowly moving towards my pussy.

"God, just do something already. Please Dylan. I need you." I whined, beginning to get impatient.

"Watch that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan warned me trough gritted teeth. When I didn't respond, Dylan pulled away from me completely. We both just stared at each other. Until he suddenly stuck two of his fingers into me, pulling them out and pushing back in at agonizingly slow pace.

"Fuck if only you could see yourself." Dylan groaned as his eyes looked at my trembling body. "You look so fucking hot." he said, his voice filled with lust.

"Fucking dripping for me mhm."

"Fuck, Dylan! Please fuck me. I need you inside me so bad." My knuckles were turning white at this point.

"Baby, you're not cumming until I decide otherwise. Got it?"

"Yes." I responded. Dylan gave me a questioning look.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl." Dylan's movements got faster, fingers sliding in and out of me, my juices coating his fingers, my thighs and the bed.

He didn't stop until he felt me clenching and saw my back arching off of the bed.

"Fucking fuck sake!" I yelled out in frustration. This was the fourth time tonight where he didn't let me cum. Tears started to form in my eyes, trailing down the sides of my face.

Before I could even open my eyes, Dylan took the ties off of me, turning me around and spanking me. Hard.

"What the fuck!" I asked, turning my head around, looking at him in disbelief.

"I told you to keep that pretty little mouth shut didnt I?"

"Well yeah, but-" I started to argue

"But nothing. If you wanna act like brat, I'm going to treat you like one." Dylan said, grabbing my hair, pulling me flush against him.

"You've been a bad girl baby. Teasing me, talking back, not following simple instructions." Dylan spoke, his free had squeezing at my breasts. Playing and pinching my nipples.

"I- fuck, I'm sorry." I moaned out.

"Oh, its way to late to apologize sweetheart."

Dylan slowly started moving his hand towards my pussy, goosebumps following in his trail.

When his hand finally reached, he immediately started rubbing slow sircles on my clit.

"Please baby. I need you so bad." I moaned. My hand reaching up and entangling in his hair.

The hand that was in my hair, was placed on my back, gently pushing me down on the bed.

Dylan grabbed my hips, slowly entering me. Once he bottomed out, we both let out a moan.

He stared slamming into me. Both of us letting out pornographic sounds. He felt so good. He kept hitting all the right spots.

It didn't take long for my orgasm to start building. I clenched onto Dylan's cock, pulling him in even deeper.

"Gonna cum already pretty girl?" Dylan asked, never slowing his pace.

"Yes. Please Dylan, please let me cum." I moaned. My hands gripping the sheets.

"shit." Dylan groaned. In less than a second, Dylan flipped me onto my back, slamming back into me, his fingers rubbing sircles on my clit.

"Holy shit!" My back started to arch off the bed, Dylan slipped one of his arms underneath me, holding me close to him. My hands finding his back. Nails digging into his skin.

"I'm close. Cum with me baby." Dylan moaned into my neck.

"Cum for me." My orgasm hit me like a truck. My legs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of my head. Dylan came inside of me, filling me with his cum. His, mixing with mine. My juices squirted out of me onto Dylan, coating us both aswell as the bed.

For a while we just layed there. Relishing in the moment. Dylan soon pulled out of me, going to the bathroom before coming back with a wash cloth. He cleaned me up before picking me up and taking me to the shower.

I climbed in, Dylan joined me a few minutes afterwards, I assume he changed the sheets.

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