Dally x reader

-20-

You gasp as you feel Dal's fingers touching the skin under the hem of your shirt. His fingers are running along the hem of your pants. Not going up or down. His fingers stayed in that area, taking in every sound you made.

You turn, breaking away from the arms around your waist. Turning to face him, he looks into your eyes. They looked tired, yet he had them filled with lust. The dark circles under his eyes almost made you want to send him to bed. But he cut that thought short by hugging you and burying his face into your neck. Giving you light kisses and small nibbles. You ran your fingers through his hair as he continued his work on your neck. His hands felt your body, every curve, every dip. Almost as if he wanted to make sure he never forgot. You sighed into him, and he pulled away and kissed you roughly. It was a very passionate kiss. He was starving for affection, and you were the one to give it to him. His roaming hands are now rougher, almost grabbing and seizing. You would whine or make soft moans. It was music to his ears; it just made him more impatient.

He would groan softly onto your lips. Something you also loved to hear.

You pulled away once you felt the growing problem in his pants.

"We should go to our room," you say shyly.

Dal just smiles. He gives you a sweet peck on the cheek. Before picking you up in bridal style. You were surprised and gave a little yelp.

"Now that's a good idea, darling," he says, giving you another sweet peck, but on your forehead. He heads toward the bedroom. Opening it and then closing it. It was a struggle, but he even managed to lock the door while still carrying you. He heads to the bed, and he just drops you onto it. It surprised and scared you a bit.

"Dal-" You raised your voice at him but were cut off. He was above you, looking down on you. Those lustful, dark eyes made your knees weak. His hands were beside your head. You were practically pinned down on the bed.

He brings himself down, his lips just a whisper away, and you flutter your eyes closed, expecting a kiss. But Dal insead pressed his hips to yours. roughly.

You gasp at the feeling, and you look at him blushing. And look at him, annoyed because you wanted your kiss.

He gives a small sadistic chuckle. He moves his lips to your ear, whispering into it.

"Sorry, doll, I'm just in love with your little sounds." He says he's biting your ear softly. Grinding his hips against yours again. Getting the reaction he wanted. Your chest started aching; you couldn't handle all this teasing.

You move your hands to Dal's hair, pull lightly, and look at his eyes, then look at his lips. He gets the hint and crashes his lips against yours again. The kiss was hot and passionate; it didn't help that Dal would also roughly grind against you. One hand wandered while the other kept him up. That hand grabbed at your breast through your shirt. You moaned, and Dal took his chance and deepened the kiss. His hand was going up your shirt; it was cold, so his finger tips would leave goosebumps on your skin. You sat up a bit and took off your shirt. Dal, not wasting time, followed your example.

Hands flew to the exposed skin, your hands running up and down the skin on his back. He feels the skin on your chest, and he takes off your bra. He huffs and lowers his lips to your boobs. He puts them to his lips and suckers on them, and you moan softly. His lips smiled softly against your skin, and you huffed.

He left hickies on the skin of your breasts, leaving his mark across his chest. You ran your fingers through his hair and loved the sound of his groans when you would give a light pull. He lowered his head more, so he was kissing the skin above the hem of your pants. Nibbiling and his fingers tapping at the button holding your jeans You sighed every time his fingers made contact with the button. You looked at him, giving him a look, and he smirked in response. He pulled away, getting off the bed. You look at him, confused, only to blush as you see him unbutton his own jeans. He takes off his jeans, leaving him in his boxers. He unbuttons your jeans and begins to pull them down.