content: snow storm ruins plans for dylan’s bday but reader makes it up to him, nsfw, multiple orgasms, oral male receiving, oral female receiving, anal fingering, they both cum like a lot
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a/n: i didnt check this over fully bc i rushed to write it this evening to get it out in time lol anyway happy birthday dylan
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you wake up with white light filtering through the blinds, frost building on the outer side of the window, snow falling in huge flakes as the snow storm that started last night still raged on.
as you reached for your phone you saw that various people had already texted to say they wouldn’t be able to make it to dylan’s birthday meal this evening, the final nail in the coffin being an email from the fancy restaurant expressing their apologies at having to cancel your reservation due to the severe weather alert.
you sighed, wondering what you could now do to celebrate dylan’s 29th birthday with your main plan having been scuppered. as you reeled through ideas in your mind (all of which were not possible due to the 3ft of snow blanketing the city), dylan started to stir beside you, brown hair messy from sleep, eyes blinking blearily as he reached out for you, pulling you back under the covers and nuzzling his face into your shoulder blades.
after a few moments he breathes you in once more before flipping over and sitting up, reaching for his phone. you know what he’ll see before he does. it doesn’t make the sadness you hear in his voice sting any less.
“everyone’s cancelling…even cole and brae. fucking snow.”, dylan scoffs, tossing his phone onto the covers with a huff. your heart breaks slightly, knowing he’d been excited to finally catch up with his closest friends after the christmas period.
you slid closer to him, pulling him into you. despite the chill in the air curtesy of the snowstorm, he’s shirtless and your fingers absentmindedly trail the hair that leads down towards his pyjama bottoms.
“hey”, you whisper, a small smile playing on your lips as your fingers swirled small circles around his naval. “it’s not all bad…we’re snowed in with nowhere to be, i can think of a way to make your birthday memorable still”, a smile full of sin playing across your lips, your hands trailing down slowly, slowly, waiting for his permission.
dylan turns to you, smile overtaking his lips, “oh? like what?” he asks, feigning innocence whilst his guitar-calloused fingers grasp your hip and pulls you against him. instantly you can feel the growing heat between his legs pressing firmly into your thigh, his trousers posing no barrier in letting you feel how he feels.
rather than replying with words, you lean in and press your lips to his, catching him in a deep kiss, tongue hungry to taste him. dylan moans low into your mouth, sending a pulse straight to your core.
before you can fully react dylan has flipped you onto your back, bracketing himself above you with his arms either side of your head, leaning into your space as the kiss deepens further.
dylan breaks the kiss only to trail his lips hungrily down your neck, briefly sucking your collar bone causing your body to arch off the bed, desperate to feel his touch forever.
“mmmm….best gift ever” dylan mutters, breath fanning hot against your neck before continuing “better than some fancy meal”, punctuated by a sharp nip to the skin just below your collar bone, causing you to hiss in pleasure.
your hands reach up, roaming his back hungrily, mapping out the ridges and bumps of the vast muscles that make up your boyfriend’s body. dylan groans deep in his throat, fingers grappling at your tshirt pushing it up until your breasts meet the frigid air, nipples immediately hardening.
before you can even think, dylan’s mouth closes in on your left nipple, sucking hard as his tongue flicked the peak. you arched involuntarily beneath him, his name tumbling repeatedly off your tongue as heat continued to pool between your thighs, “dylan please-“, you whine pushing your chest out, chasing his mouth.
he grins up at you before switching to the other breast affording it the same attention as the other before his hand slowly trails down your body until he reaches the waist band of your pyjamas.
dylan pauses awaiting your approval. though words fail you, you lift your hips and allow him to slide your pyjamas down, a small breathe escaping him when he realises you have no underwear on.
his mouth returns to your nipple as his hand delicately reaches your folds. a small laugh of disbelief leaves his throat as he spreads your folds between his fingers gathering the wetness there.
“fuck…you’re so wet baby…this all for me?” he asks, lifting his lips back to yours and capturing you in a deep kiss. you can’t reply, simply groan into his mouth before attempting to push into his hand chasing his touch.
dylan chuckles and pulls back, removing his fingers. “uh uh baby, it’s my birthday remember? i call the shots and i want to drag this out as long as possible…we’ve nowhere to be”.
you let a frustrated whine leave your throat, pathetically trying to chase his hand with your lower body. dylan couldn’t resist and brought his hand back to yours throbbing heat, thumb circling your clit before dipping 2 of his digits inside your core before curling them with expert precision, a sharp pleasure shooting through you as you thrust up into his hand.
he keeps pumping his fingers, constantly hitting that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. “that’s my girl, so wet for just my fingers” he grunts, lips finding yours to clash in a messy kiss full of teeth, saliva and whispered names.
you buck involuntarily against his hand, the pressure inside your core building until it reaches a crescendo, orgasm bursting through you as white hot pleasure courses through you as you shout dylan’s name.
dylan pulls away momentarily to pull down his own pyjama bottoms, revealing his thick cock, throbbing and hard, pre-cum already glistening at the tip.
he positions himself between your legs, running his head along your pussy gathering the wetness there before slowly pushing in.
you gasp at the contact, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist, pulling him in infinitely closer. he bottoms out with a grunt, holding you there for a moment relishing in the way your pussy clenches around him.
after a moment dylan started thrusting into you with a steady rhythm, hips snapping against yours with a wet slap. thw only sound besides your shared moans was the bed beneath you was creaking loudly, headboard steadily slamming into the dry wall sure to leave a dent, not that either of you cared.
your nails grasp his back, trailing down harshly with red marks, urging dylan on with your scratches and babbled moans.
“harder please-“ you gasp, body arching into his touch impossibly further. he obliges, of course he does. all dylan wants is to make you feel good.
the pace at which he pounds into you forces the air out your lungs and sends jolts of pleasure like lightning cracks through your body.
his overgrown fringe falls into his eyes as he watches you with absolute devotion falling apart below him.
“fuck- this is my favourite birthday ever” he gasps, hunger enveloping his expression as he snakes one of his hands down, a stinging slap reverberating off the walls as he slaps your clit, an inhumane noise shrieking from your mouth as your hips lifted further off the bed.
dylan grinned down at you, hand returning to your core as his thumb found your clit, rubbing short sharp circles in time with his thrusts.
you couldn’t help it, the second orgasm built up in an instant and washed over you without warning, the dual assault of his fingers on your clit and his cock pounding into you sent you flying over the edge, leaning forward to bite into his shoulder sure to leave a mark, his name leaving your throat in a broken scream.
your walls fluttered erratically around his throbbing dick as he milked your orgasm, never slowing the assault on your clit as you rode out your orgasm.
after a few more thrust he buries himself even deeper, groaning your name as he spilled himself inside you, hot cum filling up your pussy, thrusts gradually slowing as he road out the orgasm.
after a final slow thrust dylan drops his forehead to yours, deep breathe matching yours, the snow storm outside still raging , not that either of you would notice.
dylan slowly removed himself from you and collapsed beside you, pulling you into his embrace, inhaling deeply in contentment. “round one of my birthday is done, what’s next love?” he asks, half teasingly.
you let out a small laugh before shuffling back into his embrace, limbs entangling beneath your heavy breathes. “mmmm, breakfast is next, you can’t be left hungry on your big day” you tease, turning round to catch his lips in a kiss. dylan continues to deepen the kiss, hinting at a round two before you pull away, smile spreading on your lips.
“hold your horses minnette, how do you expect to fuck me into next week without replenishing your strength?” you giggle, leaning forward to brush his fringe out his eyes.
“i guess you’re right”, dylan sighs, rolling onto his back. you sit up, throwing the covers off yourself before heading to the en-suite shower. dylan tries to follow but you catch his hands on your hips and turn yourself around to stare into his eyes.
“nuh uh, i know what you’re gonna try in there, i meant it when i said you need to replenish yourself” you smirk before leaving a peck on his lips. you turn and rush into the bathroom, locking it swiftly behind you to stop him following though you know if he begged enough you’d let him in anyway.
after your shower you head to the kitchen whipping up a batch of pancake mixture in record time as dylan stands lazily against the kitchen table, arms crossed looking hotter than sin.
unlike you, dylan had decided to skip showering knowing he would need one later anyway and in turn, neglected to put back on his pyjama pants.
as you add the last remnants of pancake batter to the pan you feel dylan sidle up behind you, still naked, half hard cock brushing against you as you try vehemently to focus on the pancakes before you.
his hands grip your hips firmly but not hard enough to hurt, grinding his hips ever so slightly into you as if you could ignore the pressing of his ever hardening cock.
“you look so good cooking baby, out here in only my old tshirt, barely covering your ass” he says, nuzzling into your neck.
you try to stay focused on the pancake not wanting it to burn as dylan’s hand trails its way down your front until it lands between your legs again.
you hadn’t bothered to add shorts earlier, figuring just your panties would be fine as you’d assumed you’d be getting dressed soon after breakfast. you should have known dylan had other ideas.
his hand pulled the edge of your panties to the side gently, fingers slowly reaching to your core, daring you to decline his advances. despite your pussy being sensitive from his earlier endeavours his touch reignites that feeling inside you, burning into a sharp burst between your legs.
before things get too out of hand you have the foresight to turn the stove off before spinning a full 180°c to face him, dropping to your knees so his flushed cock is right in front of you.
you take him into your mouth without hesitation, swallowing when the tip reaches the back of your throat, your moan vibrating his shaft causing the hottest sound to leave his lips as his head fell back.
you hollowed your cheeks as dylan reached down to thread his fingers through your hair, tightening the grip to gently guide you back and forth as you bobbed your head, taking him fully on every thrust.
you pulled your mouth back and swirled your tongue across the slit gathering the pre cum whilst your hand comes up to firmly grip the base of his cock, squeezing every now and then to increase the pressure.
it doesn’t take long until dylan is a mess, repeating your name and ‘oh god’ religiously as you expertly swirl your tongue and hand in tandem, chasing his orgasm. his thighs tense, cock throbbing, “gonna cum” he gasps hoarsely, gripping your hair tighter.
instead of pulling away you double down, hollowing your cheeks further and sucking like your life depended on it. you let him thrust into your mouth, controlling your heads movements until he cums with a violent cry, his release spurting down your throat in thick rivulets.
you swallow greedily and lick your lips, swallowing obscenely before letting your tongue loll out your mouth to show you’ve swallowed all that he had to give.
afterwards you really did insist on breakfast and laid out a spread of pancakes, fruit, bacon, eggs and all the trimmings before dylan and instructed him to eat.
it doesn’t take long for him to gulp down a pile of pancakes and handful of fruit, stealing heated glances at you every few seconds throughout. you couldn’t help but feel your pussy throb every time he glanced at you, knowing his birthday wasn’t done yet.
after breakfast you simply cuddled on the couch as the snow continued to fall. there was no rush for round 3 as you both knew this blizzard meant you were stuck inside for at least the next 48 hours.
by lunchtime you’re still in the living room, dylan’s head now resting on your lap. neither of you were paying attention to the film playing on the tv anymore.
as always happened, it didn’t stay innocent. you lightly traced your hands thrkugh his hair before lightly running your hand down his body and lingering at the area where his chest hair stopped and his happy trail began. you teasingly run your finger in circles along the waistband of the joggers you’d tossed at him after breakfast.
after a few moments he caught your hand in his, vice like grip stopping you from contributing before flipping your bodies until you found yourself straddling his hips as he laid on the couch.
you grinded against him gently, feeling his cock harden with every movement of your hips against his. he quickly yanks up your shirt, exposing the lacy bra you’d thrown on after your shower.
dylan unceremoniously yanked the lacy fabric down and latched immediately onto your nipple, teeth grazing deliciously against the sensitive nub on your chest, sucking biting and moaning at the noises you made.
you pull against his joggers impatiently and help him guide the fabric down to free his throbbing cock before pulling your own underwear to the side deciding there was no time to take them off properly.
you lifted yourself up hastily and guided dylan’s cock to your slick entrance, relishing in the feeling of his thick cock teasing your folds.
once positioned you sank slowly down, taking him inch by gorgeous inch until he was fully inside you, your pussy walls clenching around him.
you ride him slowly, hands bracing his shoulders to steady yourself as you lifted up and dropped down relishing in the soft groans that rhythmically left his throat as his head fell back against the couch.
the rhymth you’d set had dylan gripping your hips so hard you were sure you would bruise which only spurred you on. dylan shifted and a new angle penetrated you, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as he repeatedly thrust into you before dropping his hand to your clit, fingers expertly leading you to the edge.
“fuck baby so good baby, my good girl taking me so well” dylan gasped, hand pulling back to slap your clit, the sting sending a jolt through you, your release building.
you couldn’t do anything beside babbling nonsense along the lines of “dylan- please” on repeat.
“that’s it baby, you gonna cum on my cock?” he teases, thumb roughly circling your clit, he knows what he’s doing, knows you’re gonna fall apart on his cock.
“such a good girl for me” he coaxes, thrusts intensifying as he pounds into you from below, “my perfect girl gonna cum on my cock for me yeah?” he continues.
you break, you don’t stand a chance against him calling you his girl, your orgasm rips through you with such force you’re worried you’ll hurt dylan. a scream of his name leaves your lips as you convulse above him, a slick gush leaving you as you continue to ride him through your orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks before collapsing against his chest.
a few seconds later dylan is following you over the edge, frantically thrusting up into you before cumming in hot spurts within you, whispering filthy nothings into your collar bone.
soon after he pulls out slowly, rubbing your back as you lay upon him, whispering into your ear how good you did for him and how much he loved you.
you awoke a couple of hours later, your body strewn across dylan’s on the couch as he swirled small patterns into your thigh, sleepily smiling down at you before pressing a sweet kiss to your head.
the rest of the afternoon passes in a blur or love and bliss. the next time you fuck dylan takes you from behind, bent over the arm of the sofa, spitting his saliva onto your pussy as lube before slowly teasing his finger up, up, up, his finger teasing the entrance of your ass gently, waiting for you to push him away.
instead, you lean back, pushing your ass up into his hand, begging for more. dylan chuckles behind you before spitting a glob of makeshift lube over your asshole, teasing it with his finger, easing the tip in gently, gently, whilst slowly pounding into your pussy.
by the time dylan’s full finger is in your ass you’re a writhing mess beneath him, begging him to let you cum. he can’t deny you and he coaxes you into your umpteenth orgasm of the day with soft words, his cock in your pussy and finger in your ass.
the orgasm blasts through you with such force the sofa moves half a metre from your convulsing, a wet gush leaving you as the euphoria hit.
dylan followed close behind, sent over the edge by the view below him, watching his cock fit perfectly into your pussy whilst his finger played with your ass hole, both holes clenching deliciously around him. he came with a grunt of your name and his eyes rolling backwards into his head.
dylan guides you gently to the bathroom and joins you under the warm spray of shower water, gently massaging your muscles until you were once again putty in his hands.
when you were both clean and dried he guided you to bed, the clock reading 4:04pm, the sky outside already dark, an ashen gray taking over the sky as more snow continued to fall.
he lets you nap for a while, using the time to reply to the flood of birthday wishes hes received across the day. it’s hard to believe he was so downtrodden this morning when he looked back and thought about the incredibly sexy day he’d had.
the power seemed to flicker but didn’t go out, the bedside lamp only dimming slightly. nevertheless dylan made sure to plug both your phones in to charge, just in case the power fully dipped.
by 5:30pm he was bored and found himself in the kitchen preparing a simple meal of pasta with tomato sauce before enticing you out of bed with the promise of wine by candlelight (courtesy of the snow storm cutting out the main grid power supply).
despite the change in routine, the charged atmosphere remained. you weren’t done with dylan and he wasn’t done with you. having hastily finished your dinner, dylan carried you bride style to the bedroom and dropped you onto the bed before lighting the swathe of candles you had dotted about the room for ‘ambience’ as well as to make up for the missing mains lights.
despite having only just eaten dinner, dylan looks at you laid on the bed as if you were a feast, dropping down to start eating you out, his tongue dancing expertly within your folds, diving in to make you see stars before pulling back and paying all his attention on your clit, never staying in one area long enough to let your orgasm properly build.
after 15 minutes of alternating torture you can’t take it anymore and grab hold of dylan’s brown locks, holding his head in place to let him know he daren’t let his lips leave your clit.
he obliges happily and starts sucking rhythmically, teasing your clit with his tongue before enveloping it in his lips and sucking harshly, all the while his hand has sneaked between your folds as his fingers curl expertly inside you.
the orgasm hits shortly after, your whole body arching off the bed as a scream erupts from your throat, pussy convulsing against dylan’s mouth as he continues to suck and relish the fresh gush of liquid that encompasses his tongue, slurping like it’s the only thing sustaining him.
before you’ve fully come down from the orgasm dylan has already flipped you, knees bent as your ass sticks into the air before he thrusts into you in one go, expelling any breathe you had out of you in one thrust.
after a few erratic thrusts he regains control of himself and starts to pump into you slowly and rhythmically, savouring the feel of your oversensitive pussy clenching and unclenching around him as you pant his name mixed with garbled pleas into the mattress below you.
your orgasm builds silently this time, you’re so overstimulated your body can’t react outwardly, only feel as he plunges into you hard, thrusts growing more erratic as he nears his own finish. feeling dylan halt and spurt within you is all you need to send you toppling over the edge once again, your orgasm sending waves of pleasure throughout your body as you see stars.
you fall forward limply, absolutely boneless and in love as dylan slowly pulls out and admires his cum spilling out of your pussy.
dylan leaves the bed, much to your dismay before returning shortly with a damp washcloth to clean you up. once done he settles into bed and pulls you into the crook of his arm, pressing kisses to your hair and shoulders.
“happy birthday baby” you murmur, inhaling his intoxicating scent, never wanting this moment to end.
“best. birthday. ever.” he whispers in response after a few moments, pulling you somehow closer and wrapping his arms fully around you as though trying to morph you into one being.
you smile and lean your head back to catch his lips in a soft kiss. sure, the snow may have cancelled his original birthday plans but you’re pretty happy with how the day turned out. it would be a birthday to remember, that’s for sure.
i need a nerdy boy so i can cup his face and lean closer while he’s rambling about something and watch as the smart, genius pretty boy turns into a dumb flustered little mess from the slightest touch.
