My favorite smuts

Hidden away~Dylan o'brien

The room was dark, except for the television screen flashing with various colors. Whatever movie that was playing on the screen was boring, she couldn't even remember what movie her and the boyfriend, Connor, had
chosen. Pressing the home button on her phone, the dim screen flashed and showed the time; eleven-thirty. In all honesty, she didn't want him there. He came over about an hour ago without saying anything and decided to stay for a while, much to her discontent. Sure, he was an okay boyfriend, but he wasn't for her. Her and Connor been together for a couple months and for her, it just wasn't happening. There was no sexual attraction and she felt terrible about wasting his time, but she didn't quite know how to call it off.

But tonight, tonight was one of those nights when she didn't want him there. She were going to ask him to go home, but she waited a couple minutes before saying anything. Twenty minutes had passed and the movie's credits were rolling on the screen. Connor jumped up and walked over to the tv. "Do you want to watch another movie, babe?" He asked, she cringed at the name.

She shook her head and pursed her lips in a fake pout. "No, I'm actually not feeling very well. I think I'm going to call it a night." She stretched your arms above her head, hoping to get the fake tiredness across. He smiled and set the movie down.

"I'm sorry, I can stay and take care of you if you want?" He offered.

"No, Connor. I'll be fine here, you can just go home." She smiled.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked, grabbing his jacket off the foot of her bed and shrugging it over his shoulders.

"I actually have plans tomorrow, but I'll text you."

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Feel better. I'll see you soon." She stood up and walked him to the bedroom door, letting him leave and saying goodbye. She stood next to the door waiting as she heard his footsteps go down the stairs, the front door open and close. As soon as the sound of the front door closing was heard, she felt a presence behind her, fingertips running up the smooth skin on her arms.

"It's about time that prick left." The raspy voice whispered in her ear, breath fanning over the back her neck and it made her whole body tingle. "Starting to think I was going to have to get myself off thinking about you, princess."

"That wouldn't have been a very good idea, you're not exactly quiet, Dyl." She smirked to herself. Dylan moved her hair to her right shoulder, resting his hand there, and bringing his lips to her bare shoulder. He brought his free hand around her waist and pulled her flush into his body. She felt his hard cock on her inner thigh, the feeling making her panties soaking wet.

She brought her hand to the back of his head, her fingers threading in his hair as she sighed at the feeling of his lips moving against her neck. He placed wet, open mouthed kisses on her skin and his free hand started probing around the waistband of her pajama shorts, finger slipping in and rubbing over her panties, feeling her soaked core through the flimsy material. He growled at the feeling.

"You're already so wet, baby." He mumbled against her neck. "I've barely touched you, how are you this soaked?"

"I thought of you fucking me." She whimpered as he continued teasing her. "I thought of your long fingers, of your godly mouth, and of your big cock filling my pussy as you fucked me into the mattress." Dylan bit down on her sweet spot, a loud moan sounding from her pretty pink lips. He pulled away from her quickly and spun her around, pressing her against her bedroom door roughly. Her head banging against the wood, but the pain was forgotten as soon as he smashed his lips onto hers. He smoothed his hands down her sides and grabbed her hands pinning them against the door before they could roam around his shoulders and hair.