₊˚⊹ ᰔ Shy
Dallas x shy!reader
Synopsis: You’ve always been shy, everyone who knows you knows it. Including your boyfriend Dallas who can’t help it when you’re trying to wiggle away from him and hide your face in your hands and the sheets while he’s fucking you, but makes fun of your shyness.
WARNINGS: smut, p in v, heavy degrading, shy!reader, light pats, mocking, reader hiding herself, facial, heavy language
:Requested by anonymous
"Shy," is always the word people use to describe you, always the thing that makes you distinct. As a kid, you were always hiding behind your parent, or talking really quietly when it was your turn to read in class. When people come to talk to you, you tense up, looking to the floor instead of their eyes, and speaking in mumbles rather than words.
So when it came to be that you were dating Dallas, it was a shock to most if not all—the tall, intimidating hoodlum who shouted and flipped off cops, and jumped little kids. The boy who didn't have a shy bone in his body is dating the sweet shy girl, who gets nervous when people as much as say hello to her. How you two even met, or came to be was a mystery, and there seemed to be no possible story to explain how you two came to be.
How you two worked, a mystery as well. You are so timid, and he is the exact opposite. A lot of times you'd be seen hiding behind Dallas, tightly gripping his hand as he squeezed yours for reassurance. In reality, he dealt well with your shyness. Which was a shock. He knew that you were shy, and didn't try to push you too much, although he definitely has his moments where he does.
Like right now, as he has you lying under him on your bed. Cock deep into your flushed, soaking pussy. Your hands are covering your face, one pressed to your mouth, the other shielding the other half of your face. All while you keep trying to bury yourself in the sheets, like you're trying to wiggle away and melt into the bed.
"Doll, where ya going?" Dallas chuckles, gripping you harder by your waist, pulling you down to meet his thrusts.
You let out a little whimper, turning your head away. Dallas shakes his head; every time you guys had sex you'd retreat into this shy little creature. Hiding away your face, shutting your eyes, covering up your mouth to seal in your whines and whimpers, closing your legs to hide that beautiful cunt between them. Your face was always red and flushed, even your neck and tips of your ears a bright cheeky red that never went away.
It's nerve-racking letting him see you like this, completely bare and naked. Knowing that he's the only person to see you like this. How can you not help but be shy when he's entering your body in places no one else has, making you cum on his cock. Leaking out that creamy white liquid, watching you wither and squirm as you try not to cum. Watching all the ways your body responds to him. It's embarrassing the way he gets you like this, completely brainless, pathetic, and your only response is to hide away and pretend that you're not there high on ecstasy.
Dallas inevitably finds it funny. He has that big dopey smirk on his face, and you know if you even glance at it you'll probably catch on fire and burn away from embarrassment. You don't respond to him, keeping your head buried deep in the sheets.
He chuckles and tries to push away your hands, but it's like trying to pry away metal from a magnet, "Baby move your hands."
You vaguely shake your head, the thought of him seeing your face makes you tense up.
He sighs and stops his movement, pulling out. Your body freezes and you blink; your hole pathetically clenches around nothing, almost trying to savor the feeling of his cock.
You let out a little whine at the loss of contact.
"Move your hands away, or I'm gonna leave you like this, and not let you cum," you gasp and your eyes go wide, peeking over your hand to look at him.
He sees those shaky little eyes, peeking over to see him, and smiles, "I wanna see those pretty eyes look at me, always hiding away like you're afraid of it. Like you don't like it."
You blush crimson, pulling away one of your hands while the other covers your mouth as you chew on your lip. Eyes a little watery as your body is desperately trying to savor the feeling of pleasure, dwindling through you.
"I-..." you let out a little noise meekly, barely being heard.
"Put your hands down now," you huff and pull your hands down to your side. Instantly feeling a wave of embarrassment and vulnerability as those dark brown eyes stare right at you. Your shoulders tense, and you keep flickering your eyes to somewhere, anywhere else in the room.
"Always so shy, always burying your face in the bed," he laughs. He grabs both of your legs and pulls them apart, re-slots right back into you. You let out a squeak and bring your hand up to cover your mouth.
"Hey—" he slaps the side of your hip, "What'da I say?"
Your eyes go wide again, flickering back up to him, "Y-y...ou."
"Come on spit it out."
"You said d-don't cover my face..." you say quietly, head dipping down into your chest like a sullen kitten getting kicked.
"There, ya go," he grins and thrusts back deep inside you. Plunging right into that spongy spot your body loves. You gasp and let out a whimper. Every time you let out a little noise you're almost shocked that it came out of you. Like you didn't know you ever could make those slutty little noises of pleasure. As he starts to fuck you again Dallas's words start to trickle out of the other ear you just heard them in. Starting to hide your face back into the sheets, and closing your eyes again.
He grabs a hold of your jaw, squeezing tight as he turns your head back towards him, "Aw you're getting shy again slut? Too much? My cock too good for you, you're getting all embarrassed."
Your breath leaves, and your lip trembles, pulling it back to chew on, "Always gotta hide away from me when I'm tryna fuck you. You don't like my cock?"
You barely register what he's saying to you, like a machine your jaw is like rust. Unable to speak, unable to even open.
He pats your cheek, "Open up, tell me you like it."
"I-I," you feel the breath knocked out of you, his cock splitting you open. You want to cry, feeling like a thousand eyes are upon you but it's just his, "I-I love...y-your cock."
He grins big and wide, hips cracking against your pelvis as he plunges deep into that gooey spot. Unable to shield your mouth and conceal your moans you let one out, high and involuntary. You gasp and clench down on your jowls to not make another noise.
Dallas immediately notices, "Nu uh, open your mouth."
Your eyebrows dip down into that pathetic look, the one that says you're too shy, too nervous. Dallas doesn't care anymore.
"Open your mouth, I wanna hear you moaning for this dick."
He presses his thumb to your lips and pushes in, pressing down on your jaw. Opening your mouth wide, no sound can be concealed or hidden away.
You feel your brain start to melt, saliva pooling around the corners of your mouth, and around his thumb. Your body arching up into him, moans ripping out of your throat. You desperately try to find something to shield yourself, cover up, or hide away. But you can't, you can barely even look away with Dallas holding your jaw so tightly in his grasp.
"This makes you shy? Me fucking you open with my dick, moaning and shit, making you feel good."
You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the proximity, from Dallas's eyes on you, from bare vulnerability.
He lets out a snicker, "Can't hide anymore, leaking around my cock like a whore. Y'know that? You even realize you're creaming around me?"
The degrading continues, even after he finally pulls his thumb out of your mouth, and lets you bury your head back in the sheets. He's got your legs pressed to your chest, cock deep inside your walls, grazing against your cervix as he speaks right into your ear.
"Just imagine everyone else seeing you like this. Seeing you're not so shy and sweet, but really just a slut who craves my cock."
You whimper and pout, tears pooling at your waterline. He's being mean, his words striking right into your chest, his cock thrusting right into that spot that's making you see white.
"D-dal..." you whine, trying to seep into the mattress.
He tugs at your jaw and has that dangerous glint in his eyes, "Come on, cum all over it. Don't need to be shy bout it."
You back arches up, pressing into him. Your eyes go wide as you feel that pressure and heat in your lower stomach press and press into you till it snaps. You grip onto Dallas's shoulders, legs twitching and wrapping tightly around him as white light fills behind your eyelids.
"There ya go," he rubs a few right circles on your clit with his thumb, making you spasm around him, walls clenching deliciously, which makes his head all fuzzy from the tight compact.
He swiftly pulls out and runs a hand along his shaft, stroking up and down while the other hand grabs you, forcing you on your knees at the edge of the bed.
He pumps his dick in his fist fast, and throws his head back as he cums, spurting hot ropes onto your face, giving you a nice creamy facial.
You gasp, mouth opening up to a sliver opening. Some land right on your tongue, and globs leak down your glossy lips seeping into your mouth.
He sighs from release and grabs your face, rubbing his thumb against your cum covered lips. Looking at his cum drizzled all over your face, not able to hide your face away into the creases of fabric, or your hands.
You stare up at him with wide eyes, lips parted, your cheeks bright red, cum dripping down the bridge of your nose and down the lines of your face.
"Wish I had a camera so I could show everyone your dumb face covered in my cum, then everyone would know how much of a slut you are. Wouldn't be able to hide then would ya?"
Your eyebrows twist down, lashes battering against your cheeks, lip protruding out. You shake your head no.
He smiles, "Good, now lie back down. Don't wipe a single drop of that cum off."
A/N: Sorry, guys this is kinda ass 😔
