𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 + 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✔︎︎

𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 *𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠*

CAUTION !
This contains Smut and Degradation/Strong Language! If you are not comfortable reading this or any of these topics, i advise you to skip this chapter, but you are welcome to continue reading ( characters are aged up! )

This was requested by xXTheoutsidersssxX
Hope ya enjoyy ;))

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Y/n's pov

"P-please" You can't help but whine pathetically, your eyes squeezed shut as your hips raise off the ground to follow Dally's fingers. Speaking of the devil, he is situated between your thighs, one of his fingers ghosting circles around your clit. He chuckles lowly at each rise of your hips before he blows on the sensitive area.

"Please what, pretty girl?" He only teases you further, hands roughly massaging your thighs as he continues to eye your clothed mound.

"Touch me." The command is so low, so quiet, in such a hushed whisper that a large grin appears on your boyfriend's face. He pulls himself off of his knees to hover over your body, his lips now ghosting over your own, a thigh resting between your legs.

"You're going to have to try harder than that." His red eyes lighten amusedly when he notices your puffed out cheeks and furrowed brows. You're about two seconds from pushing him over. "Use your words, you're my girl aren't you?" He coos and lowers a hand to rest against your throat, the touch only irritating you further.

Fueled in the moment of desperation for the relief you push his shoulders back and use your legs to flip him around. You're sitting on top of him now with your hands resting on his abdomen as Dally can only watch you with utter adoration swimming in his eyes.

"I'm going to use you like a toy and then leave you, huh?" You state before sitting back against him, purposely pressing your butt against his clothed member. A low sigh leaves your lips at the feeling of the hard length but you shake your head, reminding yourself that you're here on a mission.

Dally watches you like a hawk as you glance around the room, you're looking for something to keep him still with.

"Stay." You eye him seriously before quickly running over to the closet, digging in the pile of clothes to find a scarf. When you finally grab the material and run back to the bed, Dally is gazing aimlessly throughout the room.

You pounce on him before he can notice and quickly tie both of his hands above his head, pulling at it gently to make sure it's not too tight. "Is this okay?"

"Oh, are we actually doing something now?" Dally taunts and you purse your lips in frustration, pushing his head back against the pillow.

"You brat." You growl out and pull your panties swiftly down your legs before inching your way up to his face.

You're practically hovering over his face as Dally looks up at you innocently. "Dally, please." You whine, hoping he can just take the hint.

Honestly you pictured yourself teasing him but you can't do that until the aching between your thighs has settled.