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eddaawrites · 10 months ago

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Good for you

Dylan Matthews

warnings - smut with barely any plot, nicknames (mostly baby), piv sex, no protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy.), cunnilingus, bad writing, not proofread (i can't be bothered.), english isn't my first language guys, be nice.

a/n - sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy.

ps. i listened to to this song like hundreds of times while writing this, it's embedded in my DNA at this point.

after laying in bed for what feels like hours, tossing and turning, i finally sit up. i move to sit at the edge of my bed, the alarm clock that sits at my bedside reads, in bright red, 3:48AM. with a groan i get up and tip-toe past my roommates bedroom door and make my way into the kitchen. the view from the kitchen window is pitch black, safe for a couple street lights on the other side of the street.

i haven’t been getting much sleep these past few weeks. the attempts i’d made at going to sleep had shown to be pointless, because the second my head would hit the pillow i was wide awake with my thoughts echoing into every crevice in my head, loud and unrelenting. some of the thoughts had contained stress regarding various things, from my job, my family, and upcoming bills. But there was one thought that always made the others seem quiet in comparison, the one that just wouldn’t quit nagging at me, was my roommate Dylan.

he was just so… him. his charm, his humour, and his face. oh god, his face. i don’t quite know when it’d happened, but i’d developed a sort of school girl crush on the man. everything he did made me want to climb him like a tree, it’s embarrassing really. the way my face would flush when he’d crack a joke, the way i’d cross my legs when he’d smile at me just to relieve some of the pressure bubbling in my lower stomach.

i’d tried to get over it, i really had, but all my attempts had been futile. so, i’d chosen to ignore it, hoped that it’d go away on it’s own.

when I’ve grabbed a glass of water and some pretzels from the snack cabinet, i lay down on the sofa and turn on some cartoons. ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’ plays on the Television and the theme song sounds throughout the living room. within a few seconds my thoughts have floated over to the brunette a couple of rooms over, and as if I’ve summoned him i hear footsteps coming my way.

his head peeks out the corner and his eyes lock with mine, his hair is tousled, his eyes are heavy, and when he reaches his hand up to brush through his hair, his shirt rides up his stomach and when i catch a glimpse of the patch of hair trailing from his bellybutton down to where his grey sweatpants hang low on his waist, i have to drag my eyes away from the sight.

‘what are you doing up?’ he asks, walking over to me and taking the seat next to me, his eyes landing on the cartoon. ‘couldn’t sleep. did i wake you?’ i ask in return. he glances over to me, his eyes landing on the pretzels next to me, and he grabs a handful, shoving a couple into his mouth. ‘no,’ i wait for him to elaborate. ‘just, my head wouldn’t shut up’ i nod in understanding. ‘mine either.’

we sit in silence for a couple of seconds before he speaks up. ‘what we’re you thinking about?’ he asks. i look over at him admiring him for a second. his face is illuminated by the TV screen, the dim light makes him look otherworldly, his features appear somehow sharper, and his eyes are glistening. when i don’t answer him he looks over to me, his eyes locking with mine. the movement causes a strand of his hair to fall onto his face, and before i can even think to stop myself, i reach over and brush it out of his face. ‘his hair is so soft’ i think to myself as i run my fingers through his hair. when he leans into my touch i freeze, snapping back to reality. i mumble an apology as i go to retract my hand, but his hand locks around my wrist, keeping it in place. his eyes are locked with mine and his voice is raspy when he repeats his question. ‘what were you thinking about?’ his eyes look so deep into mine that I’m sure he’s looking directly into my soul. and as if he’s compelled the truth out of me i answer. ‘you.’ my voice is barely above a whisper and as the words leave my mouth, his eyes go dark and suddenly his lips are on mine.

the kiss is hot and messy. our teeth clash together, and he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling, angling my head to deepen the kiss. his other hand reaches around me and pulls me onto his lap. my hands are in his hair, then on his chest, then around his neck. his hands are much like mine, travelling up the sides of my body, and down to my hips. ‘god, you’re perfect’. he says as his hands slip beneath my top, exploring my curves before eventually reaching up to cup my breasts ’i’ve wanted this for so long.’ i sigh contentedly ‘me too, baby’ i mumble against his lips. his fingers pinch and roll my nipples gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

i arch my back into him and move my hands from his neck down to the hem of his top, tugging at it. he breaks the kiss momentarily, raising his arms to allow me better access to remove his shirt. once it’s discarded i run my hands over his bare chest. ‘like what you see?’ he teases lightly, his voice thick with desire. i laugh at his teasing, ‘shut up.’ i mumble and pull him back into a kiss. he chuckles against my lips and flips us over, laying me down on the couch, my legs on either side of his hips and his forearm by my head, holding himself up. i melt into the kiss and tangle my hands into his hair to deepen it. his hands slide down to my ass, squeezing gently. ‘mmm,’ he moans into the kiss. ‘you’re killing me here.’ my brain goes fuzzy as he squeezes my ass and my back arches, pushing my breasts against him. ‘Dylan,’ i moan against his lips, ’please.’

He deepens the kiss further, his tongue swirling with mine in a heated dance. he breaks the kiss momentarily to whisper against my lips. ‘please what, baby?’ His hands continue their exploration, inching up underneath my top to caress the soft skin of my stomach. ‘i need you,’ i pull away to gaze into his eyes, ‘please’ i whine. i hear his breath catch at my plea, a growl rumbling in his throat and he tears off the rest off the rest of our clothes. ‘patience, sweetheart,’ he pants, and my eyes fall down to his cock, throbbing with need, and my eyes widen. ‘relax,’ he says, noting my hesitation ‘we’re gonna take this nice and slow.’ he leans down, capturing my nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently before soothing it with his tongue. ‘but first… i need to taste you.’ without waiting for a response, he lowers his head, dragging his tongue along my slick folds before circling my clit with the tip and I throw my head back with a semi-pornographic moan. ‘fuck, Dylan. feels so good.’ he hums, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. ‘that’s it, babe,’ he encourages, his voice muffled ‘let me hear those sweet sounds.’ my hands fly to his hair as he delves deeper, tasting the sweetness of my arousal as he explores every inch of my dripping cunt.

‘oh my god,’ i whimper as i feel the familiar tightening sensation in my lower stomach. ‘I’m close, baby.’ i tug on his hair and he doubles his efforts, sucking on my clit while he plunges two fingers into my pussy, and i cry out. ‘come for me, baby.’ he urges, as my walls clench around his digits. ‘let me hear you scream my name’ his words send me skyrocketing over the edge and i scream. ‘fuck, Dylan. m’cumming!’ he groans as my release floods his mouth, lapping up every drop greedily. ‘fuck, yes,’ he hisses, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of my spasming cunt. ’taste so good, baby.’

once my tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean and i watch him in awe. ‘delicious,’ he murmurs, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a searing kiss, and i moan at the taste of myself, pulling him deeper. without breaking the kiss, he turns us around, moving into a sitting position and pulling me to straddle him again, positioning the tip of his aching cock at my entrance. ‘ride me.’ he commands huskily. ’take what you need.’ his hands grip my hips, assisting my decent as i sink down onto his rigid shaft and we moan in unison, watching my pussy swallow his cock. when he bottoms out i sit in place for a minute to get used to his size, my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, ’s’big, Dylan.’ i moan. ‘it’s okay, baby.’ he reassures me, stroking my back soothingly. ‘you’re so fucking tight, but you can take it. just relax and let your body adjust.’ he holds my hips steady, giving me a moment to acclimate to the fullness before slowly starting to thrust up, and i whine. ‘that’s it… ride me, baby. show me how much you want this big cock inside you’ his words spur me on and when i begin to move, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we rock together in a slow, sensual rhythm. i moan as the stretch resides, and pleasure floods through me. ‘fuck, you feel incredible,’ he groans, his hips snapping up to meet mine with increasing urgency. ‘so hot and wet… I’m not gonna last long if you keep bouncing on me like that.’

i wrap my arms around him as i bounce on his cock with renounced vigour, my legs ache, and when he thrusts up from a certain angle i cry out. ‘there! Fuck, right there, baby!’ he gasps sharply at my exclamation, his member twitching when he hits that perfect spot within me. ‘right there?’ he confirms, his voice strained with lust, and i nod fervently. he grinds up into me harder, hitting that sweet spot again and again, and a scream-like moan resounds from my throat. his hands roam over my back, gripping my ass cheeks tightly as he thrusts up into me with abandon, and i let my head fall into the crook of his neck with a drawn out moan. ‘oh, god. Dylan, baby, I’m gonna cum.’ my nails leave half crescent marks on his shoulders as i dig my nails into them, and he hisses, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own climax. ‘cum for me.’ he pleads, his voice rough with desire. ‘make a mess on my cock.’ with a final hard thrust, he reaches down to rub my clit in tight circles, and my mind goes hazy as he sends me spiralling into another orgasm, and i have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. ‘fuck, Dylan! oh my god.’ i moan as he pulls me away from his shoulder by my hair and crashes his lips against mine as he spills inside of me, coating my walls with his cum.

he collapses back onto the couch and pulls me with him, laying my head against his chest. i listen as his heartbeat slows down to it’s regular rhythm. and we just lay there for a minute, me in his arms, him playing with my hair.

we’re gonna get so many noise complaints in the morning.

taglist: @yourenogoodforme, @thatgirl5839 , @cherib3lla

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michaelbluthsdeadwife · 1 year ago

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I came across a post you made about who you write about/for, if you’re feeling motivated PLEASE write a dylan is in trouble fic. smut or fluff idkk but im beggingg

Just Friends.

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Summary: you decide to confess your feelings to dylan.

Warnings: implied smut at the end. love confession. Cursing. Fem!reader.

Fluff

2nd person!

A/n: I’m so excited to have a request!!! I wasn’t quite sure what to do, I hope this is okay! :) writing for dylan was so fun tbh.

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————————————————————————————————————You had always found Dylan attractive, I mean how couldn’t you? He’s tall, handsome, funny, and only the right amount of self-absorbed that its still cute.

But recently, it’s gotten worse. It’s not just friendship with a side of ‘yeah, you’re cute!’ It’s full on ‘I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know how to be normal around you anymore.’

Every time you hang out there’s tension in the air between the two of you that you could cut with a knife. It’s starting to make it difficult for you to be his friend. The only way for it to end is to do the hard thing, so you have to tell him how you feel.

It took a lot of mulling over, but you think you’ve got it down to what you should say. You’re currently standing outside his house and you can feel the panic settling in as you wait for him to open the door.

‘Shit. Shit, what am I doing? This is so-‘ your thoughts interrupted by a sudden creak. There he is, in all his glory.

“‘Sup, (y/n)!” He greets. He’s wearing his stupid fake nose ring along with a smirk.

You roll your eyes, laughing. “God, take that stupid thing off.”

He acts offended, placing a hand on his chest. “Wait, it doesn’t make me look younger?” He furrows his brows.

“You never looked old to begin with, idiot.” You walk past him, entering his apartment. It’s the same one you’ve been to a thousand times, but it feels different right now.

“So, what brings you by? Missed me?” He says as he sits on his couch.

You let out a sigh, sitting next to him. “No, actually…” you furrow your brows, looking at the ground as you bite your lip, thinking of a way to say what you’re about to say.

“You okay, (y/n/n)?” He gently pats your shoulder, comfortingly.

You look up at him. This is it. “No, I’m not. I feel like I can’t be myself with you anymore, like I’m holding something back. Honestly, it’s making it hard to be your friend.” You shrug, shaking your head.

He raises his eyebrows. “Why, did I do something? You know you can talk to-“

“No, no. You didn’t do anything, it’s just…” you close your eyes for a moment, bracing yourself. “I know we’ve been friends for, like, ever… and this will potentially ruin our entire foundation, but…” you sigh, “I think… I’m in love with you.“ you look at him, desperately trying to read his expression.

Dylan looks straight ahead, eyes wide as he leans back against the couch.

You turn your body to face him, your arm draped on the back of the couch. “I completely understand if you don’t feel the same, we can act like this never happened and I can move on. I wont be mad at you.” You swallow, looking at him as he turns his head to meet your gaze. “Dylan? Can you say something?”

He rubs his face, moving to rest his elbows on his knees. “Yeah, no, Yeah, I’m just… I don’t know, processing, I guess?”

You nod. ‘Fuck. He doesn’t feel the same, obviously. I just ruined everything, how could I be so stupid?’ You sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

He chuckles lightly before sitting up and turning to face you. “(Y/n), I feel the same way…” he shakes his head.

“You do? Why the hell didn’t you say anything, then? You scared the shit out of me.” You quickly look back up at him, hitting his arm.

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughs “Yes. I have since… basically the moment we met. I just… I don’t know, I guess I never expected you to feel the same.” He flattens his lips as he shrugs.

You two look at each other for what feels like an eternity before you speak, “okay, well… I do, so…” you shrug, “now what?”

He leans a bit closer. “I mean, we could kiss…”

You both laugh and you place your hand gently on his face. “Yeah, we could.”

He slowly but surely leans in fully, kissing you softly. He takes his time before slipping his tongue into your mouth, still keeping it gentle. You move your hand from his face to his hair, running your hand through it. You can feel him hum into the kiss when you do this, driving you crazier.

You crave more. Feeling bold, you straddle his waist. He pulls away from the kiss, looking into your eyes. His hand finds its way to your cheek while the other rests on your hip.

“Do you want this, (y/n)?” He asks, wanting to make sure you’re comfortable with going further.

You nod.

“Okay, so do I.” He adds.

By the time the night was over you were definitely more than just friends.

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A/n: hey! If you want a part two with the smutty stuff I’d be happy to do so but I decided to not include it in this part!

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