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hi! can i get a stiles blurb?? maybe injured and angsty? 😭
“Ow…ow…ow…ow, motherfuck—shit.”
You feel your eyes roll as you help the dramatic and rather needy patient settle onto your bed. “Baby, I told you to stay home—”
“Yeah, and I said no fucking way,” Stiles retorts quickly, huffing a stray hair from his eye before flopping onto the mattress. “See? I’m fine.”
You release him and step back, arms crossing as you offer a teasing scowl. “Right. A wrist brace and an angry letter from Coach are a clear indication of you being fine.”
To this, he waves his right arm into the air, the dark bandage wrapped around his hand not as intimidating as he had made it out to be. “It’s just a sprain, okay? Not a big deal.”
“Yeah, okay. Is that why you were crying?”
His expression falls. “I was not crying. I was just disappointed for my team cause they’re gonna miss me.”
“Uh-huh. So, what’s with all the ow-ing?”
He blinks. “I wasn’t ow-ing, I was just…I said wow. You know, like wow, get a load of that ass.”
You so badly want to scoff at him, but you feel the flush in your cheeks as he smirks victoriously, reaching his good hand out to loop around your hip and pull you onto the bed.
He noses under your jaw, lips ghosting just below your ear as you feel your breath hitch. “Missed you,” he murmurs softly, his mischievous intentions now abundantly clear. “Did you miss me?”
Your lashes fall shut as his mouth travels down the curve of your throat. “Did I miss the constant bad jokes and sarcasm? No. No, can’t quite say that I—”
His teeth find your skin, pulling deviously as you gasp. You feel him grin to himself as his fingers slip beneath the hem of your top and for just a moment, you forget why you were so peeved with him in the first place.
“What was that?” he asks when you whimper at the practiced way his palm sweeps across your hip. “Did you say something?”
“I…you…this isn’t…” You aren’t making any sense and you’re so furious with yourself for letting him distract you like this. “Stiles…Stiles—”
“Yes, Princess?”
You swallow. He’s a sadistic prick for using the one nickname you can’t help but fold to. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” His head rolls, tongue traveling up your pulse point as his hand moves up toward your chest. “Isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this why you called me over?”
Your fingers scratch down the soft brown hairs at the nape of his neck, knees deep in the mattress to brace yourself as you straddle his waist. “No, I…I called you over so I could…so I could take care of you—”
“You are,” he nearly purrs. “Promise you are. Always take care of me. Make me better. S’making me better right now. To feel you. To hear you—”
“Stiles—”
“What? Don’t you want me to get better?” The rough pad of his thumb brushes over your nipple as you swallow a gasp. “Hm?”
“I…” You exhale a shaky breath despite yourself, working desperately to find a response. “You…I just—”
“Words, Princess.”
But you don’t have any words. You don’t even have any thoughts in your head as you feel his touch travel down your stomach and toward your sweatpants, slipping beneath so casually that you could be fooled into thinking this was always his plan.
Which…to be fair, it probably was.
“Stiles,” you try again, a strained whisper as you bury your face in his neck. “Please…”
You hear him chuckle. Feel it, too. And you’d roll your eyes if it were any other moment, but he knows you. And he knows exactly how to play you like a fucking violin. You’re nothing but his toy and this is proven when he leans back to meet your eye.
“Say it,” he demands, fingers still just below your belly button. So close yet infuriatingly far. “Say it…and I’m all yours.”
You roll your lips into your mouth, your brain fighting your body on what it wants versus what it needs. “You…thought you were meeting Scott—”
“He can wait.”
You swallow a whine at the resolution in his voice. His determination to put you first. “You need to rest. You need to get better—”
“I am.” He leans closer, eyes falling to your mouth as you struggle to remain indifferent. “This is how I get better.”
“Stiles—”
“What?” He pulls his lip between his teeth to suppress his smirk. “Come on, Princess. Thought you wanted to take care of me. Yeah?”
Your eyes close as you nod faintly, his nose brushing yours as your walls begin to fall. You know the rest of the group is waiting for him. Know the doctor told him to take it easy. Know that he has plenty of other things to do besides you.
And yet knowing does absolutely nothing to stop you from grinding down into his touch.
He murmurs something under his breath you don’t catch. But it sounds desperate and excited and your stomach churns.
“Say it,” he whispers again. “Say it, baby, come on. Please say it.”
Your chest begins to heave. Your dad will be home in half an hour, and he already forbid you from seeing Stiles once and you don’t imagine you want him to do it again and you really need to get off of him and take him home and tell Scott he’s on his way and tell his dad that he’s okay and make sure Coach isn’t too upset and—
“I need you,” you hear yourself say before you can stop it. “Please…please, Stiles. I just…I need—”
He kisses you. Finally, and fervently, and it’s everything you’ve wanted since the moment he climbed through your window fifteen minutes ago and crashed to the floor.
And he’s everywhere. You know nothing else but him and his fingers and his touch as he makes your cunt his personal plaything. As he tastes you, as he talks to you, as he lays you down on your stomach so he can ruin you from behind.
And with your face buried into the pillow and his tongue buried in you, you realize maybe he was right.
He makes you better, too.
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Mood.
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I miss that particular stilinski sass
#plasmabear#art#drawing#digital art#fanart#fan art#my art#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#dylan o'brien#derek hale#tyler hoechlin#sterek
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The Teen Wolf movie’s lack of context to the Derek & Sheriff Stilinski relationship is a travesty because you know this man helped Derek Hale raise his son.
You can feel the history in their shared frustration over Eli’s fixation with the jeep. You see how easily either of them show up when the other calls for back up. Sheriff didn't hesitate to be the bad cop and threaten Derek’s son so Eli would cut Derek some slack. Stiles’ father was there to help Derek figure out how to be a good parent, I have no doubt he showed up a few times to the house on his days off to babysit. And I know Derek has called the Sheriff at the station over the smallest emergencies. In the process Derek found himself growing fond of Stilinski, even seeing him as a father figure. Surely he enjoyed how much it drove Stiles up the wall when his dad called to talk not about the FBI, but how amazing Derek was doing with Eli. I can almost hear the frustration in Stiles voice as he realizes Derek Hale is trying to replace him, maybe to spite him. Definitely to spite him.
Derek and Argent had an understanding. Derek and Stiles put aside their differences to save each other over and over. But when Derek needed someone, the one man left to protect Beacon Hills stepped in to help the big scary werewolf without hesitation. Sheriff Stilinski never forgot about the young Hale boy who lost everything, even when that boy jeopardized his son’s life. He knew Derek needed a parent to show him the ropes. He also knew how hard it was to raise Stiles as a widowed father, and one look at Eli told him Derek couldn't do this alone, not like he had. Claudia would want her husband to help Derek, to put aside their differences, and be there for each other. And he was there to defend Derek after he was gone, to ensure Eli knew just what kind of father he had. The film’s ending aside, I know Eli wound up in the Sheriff’s care, staying in Stiles’ old bedroom because there was no way that man wasn’t seeing what he started through for Derek’s sake.
This Sterek-adjacent dynamic is everything, and it hurts that we will never get the Hale spin-off these two deserve because, wow the emotional subcontext that carries through those 15 unspoken years is too much.
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my roman empire is what would’ve happened if dylan obrien and thomas brodie-sangster had actually kissed in that one blooper
#no cuz imagine us newtmas fans would go crazy fr#also just like the amount of interview questions and shit for them omg#AH#newtmas#tmr#the maze runner#tmr blooper#maze runner#dylan obrien#dylan o'brien#thomas brodie sangster#thomas sangster#thomas brodie#tbs#dobrien#dob#tmr cast#blooper#bloopers#gag reel#dylmas
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Dylan O'Brien with a fan at SNL (Saturday Night Live) at the NBC Studios in New York. (March 9, 2024)
📷©: joshuaberkowitz613 on Instagram
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#rewatched it for the first time since it came out#the maze runner#dylan o'brien#he is actually really hard to draw#I think imma practice a little more on him cuz I’m tripping out over here#all his features are super sharp/angular#like I thought he would be easy#apparently not#art#fan art#thomas tmr#thomas brodie sangster#teen wolf#illustration#artists on tumblr#keelidraws#drawing hands now that ik how >>>
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Can you make a dylan fic with a similar vibe to ‘sour’ your joseph fic? just basically needy sex and he takes care of her? 💓💓 you’re so talented and good at writing it’s crazyyyyy! 🤩🤩
Author's Notes: Thank you very, very much. You're incredibly kind. I actually had something similar written a bit ago, but never really intended on sharing. But, I started sharing my Dylan works a while ago, and this request came in...sometimes things fit nicely, and I like that. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, Arguing/ Tension, Slight angst, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut*(established relationship, dom/sub relationship, choking, hair pulling, biting/ pinching, oral sex - female receiving, use of safe words - lights, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)
Requested? YES! Requests are open!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
They were not having a good day.
She was having a hard day with her writing, and Dylan was frustrated. He felt shitty and there was no other soft, term to sugarcoat it. He just didn't feel like himself that day.
"Baby, I was going to order Thai food for dinner. What did you want?" She questioned as she stood in the living room while Dylan watched baseball.
"M'not hungry." Dylan mumbled as he kept his eyes low, and fixed on the television.
"You haven't eaten all day. What do you want, Dylan?" She sighed, asking once more a little firmer as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Don't. Alright? I'm not in the mood for your attitude." Dylan grunted with a glare.
"What attitude? God, Dylan!" She snapped before she stormed out of the room, but Dylan was hot on her heels. He might not have been in the mood for her attitude, but he was in the mood to argue.
"This. This attitude. You're being a fucking brat, and I'm not having it. Give me this." Dylan spat as he grabbed her phone from her hand and placed it down on the counter a little harder than she would have preferred.
"Dylan! That's my new phone!" She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest again, glaring at him before she went to reach for her device.
"You are in your fucking head all the time, and that's why you can't write anything right now. And then you project all your shit on me. I'm done with it." Dylan growled as he pushed her phone across the counter, out of her reach.
"Like you're so sunny to be around today, O'Brien." She scoffed with a roll of her eyes, adjusting her arms across her chest and accentuating her chest.
"Don't. Don't do that." Dylan warned as he pointed to her chest, watching her take deeps breaths in. He disliked when she talked back to him, but not as much as he liked it. He liked how her face got flushed, pupils dilated and breath uneven when she told him that he was, "a fuck". He liked it when she jammed her finger into his chest, all weak and with no force whatsoever, and then stormed off with that exaggerated sway in her hips.
"Don't stare at my tits then." She snapped as she went to turn on her heel, only to have him take hold of her wrist and tug her back against his chest.
"You know I'm more of ass man, sweetheart." Dylan mumbled as he held her wrist and looked her over.
"Well, watch this ass walk away. You don't get to play, O'Brien." She muttered as she pulled her wrist back and turned to storm away from him.
"I said, don't." Dylan growled as he grabbed her hips and lifted her up, sitting her on the island counter with a thud.
"You're asshole, O'Brien." She whimpered as she pulled his hair hard, making him groan.
"Well, you're a little brat and I'm not too fond of you today either. Did you at least get something done? Make your attitude worth it?" Dylan mumbled as he ran the palm of his hand over her collarbone to her throat, trying t keep his dominance as she rolled her body into his.
"Yes."
"Good. Are you going to be nice to me now?" Dylan grumbled as he gently flexed his grip on her throat, feeling her whimper beneath his palm.
"If you're nice to me." She shivered as she pulled at the hem of his shirt and wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.
"I'm the nicest. I'm such a good boyfriend that I'll lick your pussy, right here on this counter. Would you like that?" Dylan breathed out as he kissed below her ear, his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck.
"Dylan." She whispered as she tipped her head back so he would kiss her neck more.
"You want my tongue between these thighs, honey? Did you miss me today?" Dylan hummed as he pushed his free hand between them to rub her core through the fabric of her leggings. He felt a territorial grunt bubble in the depths of his stomach as he felt her leggings damp beneath his touch.
She wasn't as angry with him as the little show she had put on today.
"Yeah, baby." She breathed out with a delicious little roll of her hips into his fingers and Dylan completely forgot why he was upset.
Dylan muttered incoherently under his breath as he grabbed the waistband of her leggings and wrestled them off. He rooted his fingers in her panties and tore them at the centre, humming when he saw her soaked folds underneath.
"Come here." Dylan growled as he hitched at the waist, hooking his biceps under her knees to bring her core to his mouth. He gave her messy licks and kisses all her folds, tasting her for the first time that day and he was ravenous.
Her back arched off the counter, her thighs pressed to the sides of his handsome face as she pushed her hands through his hair. She whined and wriggled in his grasp as his tongue swirled around her folds in the most obscene and steadfast circles. He was so good between her legs, and he fucking knew it.
"Gonna make me cum, baby." She whined out as she tugged his hair and rolled her hips into his face.
Dylan hummed triumphantly as she gasped, finishing. He pinched the back of her thigh and gave her entrance a messy open mouth kiss after she came, then tugged her off the counter and put her back on her feet.
"Bend over." Dylan mumbled as he helped her turn around, manhandling her to his desired position. He bend her over the counter and shredded the remainder of her panties, letting them fall to the floor.
"Dylan." She whimpered as she stood on her toes, holding her weight on the counter as he ran his thumb through her drip from behind.
"Sometimes I wanna fuck the anger right outta you, but you know I kinda like it. You know I can handle you. Right, honey?" Dylan mumbled as he wiggled out of his sweats, lined up with her entrance and tugged her head up with his fist wrapped around her hair.
"You couldn't fuck me hard enough, O'Brien." She spat as she pressed back into him to try and fill herself with his length.
"Says the woman who cried because I fucked her so good Saturday night." Dylan growled as he gave her a firm thrust with no warning, making her cry out.
"Fuck you, Dylan." She shivered as she pulled her nails across the countertop as he filled her out, then began a fast pace to shake her whole body.
"Move your hips a little and you will, honey." Dylan teased with a tug of her hair as he leaned down to bite her neck. He groaned into her neck as he felt her bounce back into him, her walls squeezing him tightly.
"Yellow light!" She cried out as he nudged her gspot at a particular angle that made her entire body go weak. After all the anger and emotions she had felt that day, she didn't want to feel him there while she attempted to hold herself upright.
"M'sorry, honey. Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" Dylan panted as he pulled out just a little, hands on her hips as he buried his face in her neck.
"Couch?" Dylan replied as he eased out of her, turned her around then lifted her up ever so gently to carry her to the big sectional couch. He laid her back on the couch and positioned himself between her thighs, kissing along her neck as he waited for her go-ahead once more.
"I didn't say stop." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips to his.
"M'sorry we fought today. Oh, damn." Dylan groaned as he slipped back inside of her.
"No. I'm sorry, baby." She pouted as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his back, tugging his shirt.
"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan smiled as he pressed his forehead to hers, hands gripped at the backs of her thighs to pull them high around his waist.
"Yes! Will you cum with me, Dylan?" She whimpered as she rocked her hips with his.
The moment Dylan heard her say his name, his hips were no longer his. They became wild, on a mission of their own and it was all he could do to hold on. He gripped her thighs and pressed his forehead to her chest as he came inside of her, a growl deep in his abdomen as he rolled his hips through the aftershock.
"Goddamn, woman." Dylan sighed as his body became weak, flopping on top of hers. He could feel his hands shaking even as he pressed them to her thighs.
"You started it." She teased softly as she placed a soft kiss to the top of his head, her own hands clutching his shirt.
Dylan let out an exhausted laugh as he used all of his remaining strength to turn them over, resting her body on top of his.
"Goodnight, honey." Dylan mumbled as he stroked her hair, both of their bodies fragile and limp. There was more apologizing to do, but that was to be done later. They had so much time.
"You don't want to go to bed?" She asked with a soft kiss to his neck.
"Here's good."
**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo
Requests for Dylan O'Brien, Andrew Garfield, Eddie Munson and Joseph Quinn are open!!! Requests for OBX are closed.
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im gonna faint.
#dylan o'brien#dylan o’brien my love#my day 1 man#i love him sm#thomas maze runner#stiles stilinski#mitch rapp#stuart twombly#joel dawson#loved him since 2020#teen wolf#die hard fan
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I've surprised myself on this. My mum said I should draw something different other than people, but it's so hard not to draw someone 😔
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It's finally out! I had an awesome time on this pairing for the Sterek Big Bang 2022, thank you @alphadaddyderek for being a supportive and fun partner on this project! You are fantastic!
#sterek#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#derek hale#art#drawing#fan art#dylan o'brien#sterekbigbang2022#my art
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Part 1, of Teen Wolf: The Alternate Path is complete! Which finishes off coverage of Teen Wolf Seasons 1 & 2.
Please, Please, Please go and give it a read. 🙏🏻
#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#original character#dylan o'brien#stiles#Teen Wolf AU#alternate universe#canon divergence#gay#gay romance#falling in love#angst#angst and fluff#drama#supernatural#fan fiction#ao3 fanfic
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Should probably work on drawing animals more but whatever, heres a redraw of an old piece with Stiles and the pack
hopefully its better than the last one
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Thomally with a hint of newt memories 🥺
#maze runner fanart#mazerunnerart#mazerunnerfan#dylan o'brien#newtmas#drawing#thomally#procreate#fan art#artwork#will poulter#flemoncake
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#teen wolf#teen wolf fandom#stiles stilinski#scott mccall#derek hale#issac lahey#theo raeken#liam dunbar#jackson whittemore#dylan o'brien#tyler hoechlin#tyler posey#dylan sprayberry#colton haynes#cody christian#daniel sharman#tumblr polls#polls#fan poll#teen wolf polls
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Dylan O’Brien with fans during the "Merrily We Roll Along" play at the Hudson Theatre on Broadway in New York. (December 30, 2023)
📷©: star.scharf on Instagram
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Her Outfit {Dylan O'Brien}
Author's Notes: This fic was based on Dylan at the premiere for The Outfit. The suit, the stubble. Perfect! Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo
Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Mentions of drinking, Smut*(established relationship, fingers, spanking, choking, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)
Requested? Nope! Requests are open!
*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo
It was the premiere of The Outfit and Dylan was feeling good. His suit fit well, he was confident in his project and he had his beautiful woman by his side. He was ready to go and face the world.
Dylan stood at the bar during the cocktail hour after the premiere, a glass of white wine in his hand. He kept the conversation at hand, but his eyes wandered across the room towards his woman in her tight black dress. His eyes locked with her backside and he quickly excused himself to go put his hands on her.
"Hey, gorgeous." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his free arm around her wait, hand pressed to her stomach.
"Hi, handsome." She hummed as she turned around in his grasp to place her hands on his chest.
"Do you need a drink or anything?" Dylan questioned as he sipped his own glass of wine and scanned her cleavage in her dress.
"I'm okay right now, baby. I'm a little tipsy." She smiled as she hooked her index finger beneath the collar of shirt button up, feeling his warm skin.
"I can tell. I see you shaking your hips over here. You wanna go soon?" Dylan mumbled as he kissed her forehead. His body screamed at him for the tender gesture, it wanted more. Her soft skin, tight black dress and exposed cleavage. She had been playing a coy game with him all night. He loved it, but he was ready to feel her shaking underneath him.
"I will follow you anywhere, Mister." She hummed as she draped her arms over his shoulders and swayed from side to side.
"Let's get you home, gorgeous." Dylan smiled as he gently pushed a hand into her curled hair, and guided her face to his for a gentle, suitable for public kiss.
"We have to give Zoey a kiss goodbye first." She pouted as she held the collar of his jacket.
"Okay. Let's go find Zoey, and say goodbye." Dylan laughed softly as he laced his fingers with hers and led her through the party to find his friend and co-star.
After they said goodbye to Zoey, Dylan took his girlfriend home in a cab. The two of them snuggled close in the back while they touched and whispered in one another's ear.
"You're so handsome, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her hands to his chest and nipped at his lips.
"You look like sex in this dress. I wanna eat you up." Dylan grunted as he pulled her hair and pushed a hand under her dress to feel her skin.
"Baby." She breathed out as Dylan trailed his lips over her throat, never pressing them to her skin like they both wanted. She moved her hands over his chest to grab hold of his collar, her knees falling apart slightly to let him know what she needed from him.
"I know, honey. I want you so bad it fucking hurts." Dylan growled in her ear as he fingertips ghosted over the damp spot of her panties. He pulled his hand out from under dress and pulled her knee over his lap.
The cab pulled up in front of the apartment, Dylan tossing a handful of cash through the front as he tugged her out of the car. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her inside.
"Finally. Let me get a good look at you." Dylan mumbled as he placed her on the floor of their bedroom. He looked her over from head to toe, his eyes taking greedy scans of her breasts and thighs.
"Touch me, Dylan." She pouted as she reached for him, tugging at his suit jacket.
"You look like sex. Sound like it, too." Dylan grinned as he grabbed her hips and pulled her close. He sealed his lips to her neck, sucking a bruise on her skin as he pushed the hem of her dress up around her hips.
"Take my panties off, Dylan." She whined as she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, then reached for the buttons of his shirt.
"You take them off. Get on the bed and spread your legs. " Dylan ordered as he groped her backside, sinking his teeth into her neck. His heart ached a little when she pulled away from him, but he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as she tugged her panties down her legs and flop to the bed with her knees wide.
"Sex. You're pure fucking sex." Dylan growled as he dropped to his knees in front of the bed and tugged her ankles over his shoulders, a delicate kiss on each.
"Dylan." She whimpered as she propped herself up on her forearms to look down at him as he kissed her legs, up to her thighs, his tongue swirling over her skin.
"Turn over, gorgeous. Let me see this ass." Dylan grunted with a nip to her thigh before he stood up between her legs. He unbuttoned his shirt while he turned over to her hands and knees, an arch in her back for him.
"Dylan!" She gasped as he swatted her backside with his open palm.
"Tell me something." Dylan mumbled as he covered her body with his, kissing the back of her neck.
"What, baby?" She hummed as she reached for his hair and tugged, her hips rolling around for friction against his slacks.
"Are you this worked up because of me? Or because you think Zoey is sexy? Dylan growled as he bit her shoulder and pushed himself against her from behind.
"You, Dylan. It's all for you." She moaned out as she rubbed herself against him, her necked rolling back onto his shoulder.
"Good. I know she's pretty, but you'll only get slutty for me. Isn't that right, honey?" Dylan grunted as he let her grind back against him.
"I love you, Dylan. Be whatever you want." She whispered as he ghosted his fingers over her throat, then pushed his hand inside her dress to grab her chest.
"I know, honey. I fucking love you. Can I fuck you up your pretty dress?" Dylan mumbled as she licked the back of her neck, thumbing her nipples inside of her dress.
"Yes, Dylan." She hissed as she dropped her chest down to the mattress and rubbed herself all over his slacks, desperate for him. He growled as he grabbed between her legs, cupping her heat to assert his dominance making her drool as she desperately tried to fill herself with his fingers to ease the ache.
"I know, honey. I know." Dylan cooed as he slipped two fingers inside of her while his other hand freed himself from the confines of his pants.
"I need more, baby." She sobbed out as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, lip between her teeth. She reached for his wrist as he worked his fingers in and out of her, and Dylan swore he fell in love all over again.
"Say it. Tell me what you need, my sweet girl." Dylan mumbled as he pulled his fingers through her slick folds, and lined himself up with her entrance from behind.
"Fill me up, Dylan. Please." She whispered with the sweetest sob as her eyes fluttered shut, Dylan wasn't sure he would last.
Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he eased inside of her, gasping at the way her walls gripped his length when he bottomed out. His girlfriend whimpered as she tried to tug her dress off, but he hands covered hers and stopped her.
"Leave it. It looks like fucking latex on your body. Makes me so hot for you, honey. You're so sexy." Dylan groaned as he ran his hands down her sides and watched how she bounced back onto him.
"DYLAN!" She gasped with a smile as he smacked her backside and tugged her hips closer, his pace increasing.
"I love you so fucking much. You make me so fucking hot, honey. Damn." Dylan growled as he held her hips tightly, and aimed for that spot relentlessly from behind.
"D - Dylannn." She shivered as she came around him unexpectedly, hands twisted into the sheets as he rolled his hips into her.
"So fucking pretty, honey." Dylan panted as he chased his own orgasm, his body covering his while he reached a hand for her neck and gently, so gently squeezed the sides of her neck. With a loud groan and a rut of his hips, he came inside of her.
He pulled out of her as gently as he could before he took hold of her hips and rolled them onto the bed. He unzipped her dress as she rested her head against his chest, his pants still around his ankles as he caught his breath.
"So, you liked my movie then?" Dylan smirked with an exhale after a few minutes of silence.
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