I lovee your work!! Theyâre so good!!
Can you make a smut of Dallas and reader having sex and she squirts for the first time (like towards the end of the fic) ?? Also reader is kinda shy (in general) Iâm bad at explaining but basically I wanted to know if u can write a smut of Dallas and reader fucking and towards she squirts for the first time đ
Summary: 'Youâre not even sure how it got to this point, really - folded up and helpless in Dallas Winstonâs room while he loses himself in your pussy, completely detached from reality and letting out sounds that would make a hooker blush.â
Pairing: Dal x shy!femreader
Word Count: 3905
CW/TW: unprotected pnv, dom/sub, squirting, degradation, established relationship (kind of), size kink/difference, overstimulation, dacryphilia, innocence kink, dirty talk, praise kink
A/N: thank you for the request! I have 3 more lined up, working on them rn and will get them out in the order they were received đĽšI appreciate all the prompts!
Also I keep forgetting to put in unprotected pnv in my CW/TW so Iâll start doing that - wrap it before you tap it! đ
Cross posted to ao3 by me <3 enjoy xx
You are far, far out of your comfort zone.
Youâre not even sure how it got to this point, really - folded up and helpless in Dallas Winstonâs room while he loses himself in your pussy, completely detached from reality and letting out sounds that would make a hooker blush.
What should be happening right now is a conversation about boundaries and how your new entanglement with each other is going to work, especially given his promiscuous and unstable nature with women.
What shouldnât be happening is everything heâs done to you since the minute you got here, which has currently landed you in a state of overstimulated suspension while you cry tears of ecstasy.
You two are polar opposites; you are the textbook definition of shy - a demure, sweet girl from a quiet, hardworking family who should know much better than to waste time with the likes of criminals and hoodlums. You graduated with honours and you cringe at the taste of beer, for Christâs sake - you shouldnât even be in a ten-mile radius of Buckâs place, let alone in bed with the town delinquent.
But by some miracle, he got you. Somehow, Tulsaâs most attractive jailbird and resident basketcase managed to ensnare you and currently has you squirming in his bed, a stream of obscenities continuously falling from your swollen lips while he absolutely ruins you.
âAh-! S-sâtoo deep, Dally-!â
It doesnât matter how smart or responsible you are in real life when youâre underneath him like this. In his bed, youâre a mindless harlot only capable of primitive thought and shameless desperation, soothed exclusively by his ministrations.
Heâs currently got you pinned down towards the end of the mattress, standing over you with one of your legs tossed over his shoulder and the other held down by the back of your knee against the sheets. The position is exposing and overly intense for someone as inexperienced as you - heâs too big and itâs entirely too much.
Youâre too small and weak with bliss to push against him, cunt leaking and squeezing him viciously as the thick head of him continues to abuse your cervix.
Dallas knows better than to heed your cries for mercy. Even if youâre new to all of this, it doesnât make you any less susceptible to the effects; every single time he bottoms out, your gummy little walls contract around him like theyâre just begging him to pump you full of his cum.
âYou can take it,â he teases with a smack to your hip, words thick with condescension and lust, âsâright where itâs sâposed to be, baby.â
You canât think when he talks to you like that.
A lot of him is intimidating, and for good reason; heâs so much more experienced than you in so many ways that itâs only natural to defer to his judgment. Heâs everything you arenât, in both positive and negative qualities. Irresponsible, brazen, hardheaded, irascible, stubborn, antisocial and cruel are all words that come to mind when you think of Dallas. But heâs also steadfast, intelligent, cunning, witty and brave in his own ways - things you have yet to grow into and wonder if you ever will.
He also hasnât been wrong about what you will or wonât like.
You know itâs not ârightâ for a guy to speak down to you, and your mama has always said to run away from anyone who treats you lesser than, but when Dallas talks to you in that patronizing tone, your brain goes blank and you listen.
You were a virgin when this all started not two weeks ago, blushing and squeaking at the mention of sex - and now here you are trembling and begging for him to never stop. Itâs backwards and naive that instead of smacking him for treating you like a dumb little slut between the sheets, you cry and whine for more.
Case in point, you squeal when he tugs you back into place and tuts at you for wiggling. The begging comes only a few seconds later, after he lowers himself further over you and harshens the angle so each one of his thrusts land deeper. It forces you to stretch and cant your hips up more, burgeoning you with mind-numbing oversensitivity and immediately pulling you right to the threshold where pain and pleasure meet.
You writhe in his hold and let out a keening whine, a series of sobs following and intermingling with your cries for more just seconds after.
âO-oh! P-please donât stop!â
âWhich one is it, sweetheart?â Dallas snickers and gives you the illusion of choice, âmake up your mind, I ainât got all day.â
You donât need to choose.
âMmmhh - I want it, wantitplease donât s-stop!â
He smiles like heâs in on some joke you donât understand and pulls you into a kiss, swallowing your following cries as the motion folds you further.
Heâs justâŚbig. Thereâs no getting around that. When he popped your cherry it took him a ludicrous amount of petting and patience to get you close to being able to take his cock, and even after an hour of teasing it was another fifteen minutes until you were fully speared on him. After two weeks, youâve finally come to accept that there isnât any easy way around his size.
And of course, in typical Dallas fashion, he uses it to his advantage.
His arrogance would be annoying if it wasnât so enjoyable, and right now is a good example; he keeps rubbing up on that one spot inside you that feels much too sharp, though its sensitivity is muted among the backdrop of overwhelming pleasure. He also hasnât let up for the better part of twenty minutes, annihilating any rational train of thought and virtually promising you wonât be able to walk properly once heâs through with you.
âHnngh-â a particularly toe-curling thrust has you hiccuping into another sob, âg-gonna break m-meâŚâ
You can physically feel him throb at the sight of your tears, âMâgonna break you? Yeah? Think I already did that, doll. Split you open and youâre still begginâ for more.â
His throaty words go straight to your cunt, and it clamps down harder around him. The stretch of him is still present despite the copious amounts of slick youâre leaking and continue to produce, making everything sweeter.
Maybe youâre some kind of masochist, you think hazily, given the way that you seem to enjoy a little agony with your pleasure.
You just canât shut up. A continuous stream of needy cries and sobs pour from you, mixing together with noises that sound like youâre nearly in pain. Your teary eyes are focused on him in intense disbelief, all wide-eyed and innocent and overwhelmed.
It drives Dallas insane. Something about the way you lose yourself in him, handing over your brain and body in its entirety, is unequivocally endearing to his cold, dead heart. Every single noise, expression and reaction to him is nothing short of addictive, like youâre a test thatâs been sent from above to gauge whether or not heâs capable of holding such perfection in his arms without ruining it. Youâre an absolutely marvellous thing to take apart and destroy, and he didnât even have to do that much convincing or seducing to get you to this point.
Heâs already made the unanimous decision that heâs going to keep you, because between all of the teasing and desperation and libido, he finds that youâre the one person who quiets his nervous system.
Right now, though, youâre pushing the button in his mind that screams for him to lose himself in you until youâre nonverbal and stuffed full. He has this vision of you that somehow ends up coming true every time heâs had his filthy way with you - cheeks red, lips swollen, eyes glassy, naked as the day you were born and dripping his cum, like some beautiful little angel heâs desecrated into a tragic, hedonistic version of itself.
Dallas mouths along your clavicle, âLook so fuckinâ perfect like this, baby. Yâlike when I fuck you all dumb ân helpless, huh?â
Youâre long past the point of blushing and stammering at his dirty talk, but you still feel the heat rush to your face because youâre just not used to someone speaking to you like this.
The sob you let out in response is nothing short of ravaged, âPlease!â
Your begging sends heat slicing through his system, viciously coiling at his core and making him groan roughly.
âNeedy girl,â he laughs into your throat before biting down on it and soothing it with his tongue seconds later, âsound so goddamn good. Ainât a single thought in your head but my cock, sâthat right?â
Forming words is a tall ask right now, but you think you manage to come up with something that vaguely sounds like an âuh-huhâ.
Whatever boiling point you reached long ago has rendered you nothing more than a weeping, limp version of yourself, so you donât fight him when he readjusts his angle. It makes it worse; the spot that feels far too sensitive is now getting a significant amount of attention, and the trajectory and size of him guarantees youâre going to lose it in the next twenty seconds or less.
All you can hear amidst your greedy cries and his gravelly low murmurs is the obscenely slick sound of your pussy trying its best to take him whole, even if you both know full well he canât fit all the way inside you.
Thick, heady want settles into you and curls in your gut. Youâre right on the cusp of it, teeming with that restless almost-there energy that hits right before the drop, and he fucking slows down with a wicked grin.
Desperate and betrayed you keen up at him, recognizing the familiar look of smug satisfaction every time he pulls an orgasm from you.
âPleasepleaseplease Dal,â you spare no time before beginning to beg, âwanna cumâŚmâso close, please-!â
âSo greedy,â Dallas hums, groaning low in his chest, âwhat if I just keep ya like this? Love seeinâ you get all desperate for me.â
You wail at the threat, voice cracking on a sob as you cry for release, âN-no!â
âCanât even do nothin,â he teases cruelly, âjust gotta keep takinâ it, sweet thing. Such a good fuckinâ girl-â
Heat consumes you, making you dizzy and slurring the rest of your words.
âNeed t-ah! N-need tâcum, please make me cum-"
Something cracks in him at your begging, because behind a veil of tears you see his jaw clench and his eyes shut for a good second or two. When he opens them again to peer down at you, thereâs fresh resolve in them.
You to feel him throb harshly, âFuckinâ Christ-â
With a famished gaze he resumes his normal pace, just as gone as you are.
âDrivinâ me crazy, doll. You wanna cum? Go on, cum your pretty lil brains out.â
In half an hour, when this is all over and youâre dozing off in his chest, youâll recognize this degradation as the moment of impact. Right now, though, you feel like someone has just punched you in the hindbrain and turned you into a vegetable.
âDal-!â You can do nothing but stare up at him as you go completely soft and limp and pliable, âmâcumming-â
Unfiltered energy burns through your system all the way from your gut to each extremity, loading you up like a little electric charge and arc flashing at your core.
It ignites at the tensest possible point, wracking your frame and making your cunt spasm. It feels like youâve been edged for days, and now heâs just spent the better part of a half hour rubbing against the spot inside you that feels like your clit on the inside of your pussy.
âThatâs it,â he chokes at the feel of it, âthere yâgo. Atta girl. Goddamn-"
Every single muscle in your body seizes and pulses at once, rhythmically contracting around him in a subconscious biological effort to suck him dry. It renders you mute with its power, body unable to curl in on itself with the way he has you flayed open underneath him. The reminder of your helplessness just makes you flare hotter.
Relentless wails echo in your ears for several moments too long before you realize theyâre yours and viciously try to taper them off, only for Dallas to scold you and tilt his hips to refresh the angle.
âKeep that fuckinâ mouth open,â he scolds, removing your leg from his shoulder so it can join the otherâs identical position, âwanna hear it when I fuck you dumb.â
His efforts loosen your lips up entirely, and with a start you realize heâs not slowing down. Usually heâll relent, cum with you, or give you a minute to recover - but he hasnât stopped moving and the pace is just as brutal if not worse than before.
The orgasm is harsh enough that itâs still making you tense and twitchy, so you whine up at him in a wordless plea for leniency.
âI know baby,â he coos in that malicious sweet tone as he briefly steals your lips, âI know. Fuck, yâget so tight when you cumâŚgonna gimme another one.â
Even though they daunt you, the words send a shiver down your spine. The flames of your previous peak are still lapping at you, and you are too unfamiliar with sex to recognize this state for what it is: the definitive crossroads between whether or not youâre going to cum multiple times and be absolutely unable to stand afterwards.
All you know is that it feels like heâs keeping you on the fringe of losing it again, unable to properly come down, and that sweet feeling of release is turning into something much more cutting.
You shake your head, âC-canât-â
âYeah yâcan,â Dallas pants, immediately interrupting as he laps at your jaw, âgot plenty more left in ya. Doinâ so good fâme.â
As per usual, heâs right. You can feel the tendrils of another orgasm creeping up on you, even if the general sense is that itâll be a slightly uncomfortable one with how overstimulated you are. Still, itâs only natural for you to complain when you try new and imposing things.
âT-too much,â you wail, sniffling and pouting up at him for mercy, âsâtoo big, DalâŚâ
He groans at that, sucking a dark mark into your throat before trailing back up to your lips.
âToo big? Youâre takinâ all of it, doll,â he sighs into your mouth, âmâgonna keep yâstretched out on me like this forever, sâtoo goddamn good.â
The idea of him continuing to fuck you like this for the foreseeable future leaves you starved for more, and you acknowledge far too late that if he meant to seduce you into becoming an addicted little cum junkie, heâs already succeeded.
The need he induces is blinding. It takes over every sense you have and leaves you only with hunger. Itâs what makes your throat close around another sob, swallowed up whole by the man above you.
âKeep cryinâ for me darlinâ,â Dallas murmurs, nosing your temple and speaking low into your ear, âall those tears ân your lil pussy canât stop squeezinâ me.â
You twitch in his arms with an angelic little cry, and he spares no time laughing under his breath at you for it. He loves this.
His next question is spoken clearly, but you almost miss it with how out of sorts youâve gotten and how distracted you are by the filthy noises your pussy is making.
âMmmmngh-â youâre whining, initially unable to respond until he urges it from you.
âHey-â he rises above you and takes one hand to your face, holding it steady, âanswer me.â
Even in the throes of hyperstimulation, your sweet, cockdrunk little brain doesnât know any better than blind faith. You gaze up at him, transfixed.
A sluggish nod accompanies your shaky affirmation, âMm-mnhmâŚâ
âMm,â satisfied, his hand drops from your face and pinches a nipple before trekking further downwards, âyou shouldnât.â
You donât have time to clarify what he means before he takes one warm hand and presses down hard onto that spot on your stomach where the tip of him visibly protrudes.
Beside yourself with agonizing pleasure, you absolutely wail.
The first time youâd seen the physical evidence of how big he was inside of you in the shape of a bump on your tummy, youâd squirmed something fierce on his lap while he cursed and tried to hold you still so he could appreciate the sight.
Heâs since become used to exploiting that sight and spot - both for visual gain and for the purpose of flooding your brain, which in this instance works miraculously well.
The added pressure on that little spot youâve forgotten the name of is too much - you feel like a dam about to crack and collapse, helpless to fight against any of his efforts. If you could, youâd probably fawn to them anyway.
A starved moan escapes you when you feel the incoming rush of release rapidly build in you, spurred on by his neverending pace and aim. Itâs downright impressive that he manages to hold out for as long as he does, you think blearily, because this feels too fucking good on your end.
Just as quickly, though, his large hand becomes a tad too imposing and something starts to feel a little off.
Terror settles in when the orgasm starts to feel abnormal - much too sharp and pressurized rather than that comfortable bliss youâve grown so familiar with the last two weeks.
âAh! Wait, Dal-! W-wait-â
You try to wiggle away, unable to succeed in any kind of escape or respite as he holds you down.
It almost feels like youâre going to pee, and though you know that this canât possibly be the same thing it still makes you panic. Itâs borderline uncomfortable with how it nearly burns in intensity, but Dallas doesnât seem to be worried about it at all.
âDonât fight it,â he urges without letting up his pace, âcum for me, darlinâ. Donât gotta be scared.â
He sees your fear and canât hide his secretive little smirk or the way his eyes light up with mischief, elated that his hidden agenda has come to fruition and that he gets to see you fall apart in such a manner. The whole point of folding you in half and pushing you to such heights was to see if youâd be capable of exactly what is about to happen.
You stutter and falter, trying and failing to stop the freight train of mutated bliss coming your way, âC-canâtâŚI canât - somethinâs dif-â
âYeah yâcan, donât tap out on me now,â Dallas groans low and throaty when you start clamping down on him, âI gotcha, doll. Cum.â
âB-but-â youâre too far gone to formulate the proper words, and he capitalizes on it.
âI know baby,â heâs switched on that voice again, virtually ensuring your demise, âGod, youâre so fuckinâ tightâŚyou got it, jusâ like that. Whatâd I tell ya? Donât fight it, sweet girl - there yâgo, fuck-â
âDal-ohmyGodâŚâ your words are a mere whisper in the air before you go stupid.
Whatever this is canât be stopped, and it hits you like a two-by-four to the prefrontal cortex.
You positively shriek and jerk in his hold, trying and failing to hide your face in his chest. He keeps you splayed out before him as you burst and cum hard, body attempting to curl in on itself like a beetle and finding only him as resistance.
This time is even worse than the last; the crest of it hits deeper, and you canât even open your eyes with how heavy it hits your nervous system. Youâre a little more lucid though, even if you canât entirely control your body.
Thatâs part of what makes you panic. The other part is what you feel happening in your cunt, something youâve never had any experience with and that immediately accents your cries with alarm.
Every time your pussy clenches around him, you feel bursts of wetness jump from you and make a mess, absolutely soaking you both and the sheets below. Trails of it leak down your ass and rapidly form a puddle beneath you, joining the rest of your cum thatâs been pooling.
âFuck yeah, make a mess, baby-â
Apparently unsurprised and having planned on this, Dallas pulls back and holds you open to reap the spoils.
From underneath him you twitch violently as you gasp and cry out, wondering if this is at all normal or safe. It feels so good it should be damn near illegal, shutting the rational part of you down and obliterating you with pure elation.
Heâs made a ruin of you, turning you into a needy, sloppy, silly little animal, and he looks utterly thrilled with himself as you shatter around his cock.
When your system calms and the frantic, milking pulses of your cunt cease their urgency, youâre finally able to speak around a dry mouth and a heavy gulp.
At your bewildered expression, Dallas laughs quietly and lowers himself to soothe you.
âSquirted all over me, sweetheart,â he mutes your apprehensive whimpering with another kiss, âgot me soaked. Hottest shit Iâve ever seen in my life, Jesus.â
His explanation makes little sense to you - you donât know what squirting is, why it feels so strangely intense, nor why it necessitates so much wetness - but you take his words and tone at face value for what they are. Try as you might to ease the meek look off your face, you canât help your general shyness let alone your bashfulness surrounding this kind of stuff.
But Dallas is obsessed with it - heâs still hard and heavy and filling you to the brim, now throbbing more steadily against your swollen cervix like a warning of whatâs to come.
It reminds you that this is far from over, even if you think you might actually explode if youâre forced to cum again.
But by nature you are submissive and tend to yield, especially to folks like Dallas - and that goes triple when heâs the subject of your affections.
Heâs just as enthralled by you, though, which is why he wonât take his claws out of you just yet - even when you level him with a pleading, puppy-eyed look that begs for a momentâs rest.
Dallas grins, breathless and wild, entirely unwilling to give you a break. Now that he knows how far he can push you, heâs going to figure out how to get you to said point every single time heâs buried in your weeping little pussy.
You look up at him like heâs a divine saving grace, asking yourself how much and in how many different ways you would let him obliterate you in the name and sake of this consecrated absolution.
âDonât gimme those big sad eyes, babygirl,â Dallas laughs darkly as he presses your legs back down and slowly starts to fuck in and out of you again, âI ainât nowhere near done with you.â
Endlessly and in every way are the answers youâre looking for, you admit to yourself as he drives more soft, syrupy noises of sin from you.
And youâll let him keep metamorphosing you, over and over and over again.
A/N: I need to get laid đ¤Śââď¸
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