#steamy stary night fic

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Can you please do ❛ you better watch your fucking mouth with Dylan?? And we’re all ready to be destroyed by the Dylan smut trashy 😉

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This sounds like it's gonna drag me down a naughty trail. I never really know though, so let's find out together! Warnings for smut. These are smut prompts ;)

P.S. I got this same prompt for Stiles, so I hope the anon that requested it is okay if it's for Dylan <3

P.P.S. I still have a few requests sitting in my inbox that I will eventually write, but this is the last one I'll be doing until I get the next chapter of FAFLA done :)

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Steamy Stary Night

A cool night, a hot soak, and even hotter company. What could be better? You know those moments where you think real life actually has a chance at measuring up to fantasy? This was one of those times. You were still in the house wrapped up tight in a fluffy white robe, looking out at Dylan on the stone patio taking the cover off the hot tub. He had a towel slung low around his waist, but you knew there was nothing underneath.

You were desperate already. You made it too easy for him, but you didn't care. You could count on one finger the number of times you'd actually made him really work for it. You sighed as you tipped your head, staring at the round curve of his ass as he bent over to set the cover down.

He dusted off his hands and turned to the house. To you. He smiled in that perfectly sexy lopsided way that he knows undoes you and beckoned you with a curled index finger.

You smiled back, slid open the patio door, and stepped outside.

The air was brisk, a slight breeze licked goosebumps up your arms from your exposed wrists to your shoulders. The sun had long set, and the hazy deep blue of the sky above was speckled with only a few of the galaxy's brightest stars, those vibrant enough to fight off the bright lights of L.A.

"Don't you look cozy," Dylan hummed, looking you up and down as he walked toward you. He opened his arms and you stepped into them.

"So do you..." you said, resting your cheek against his bare chest while he wrapped you up in a tender hug.

He pressed a kiss into your hair and then another to your forehead before you pulled back from him to look up into his eyes. He brushed an errant hair that had fallen out of the messy bun on your head behind your ear. His tongue wet his lips before he reached up to cup your cheeks in his palms.

God. He could still make your stomach flutter with the way he looked at you before a kiss. The way his warm eyes softly flick between yours? The flutter of his long lashes that accompanied the few languid blinks before he leaned in? He weaponized that shit. It was enough to make you feel like a silly schoolgirl with a crush on the boy in math class two rows over.

The kiss was as satisfyingly perfect as they all were. The way he held you, the way he leaned into it with his whole body, the soft exhaled little moans he offered when you kissed him back in earnest, all of it made you feel like a lottery winner. How did you get so lucky? What in the hell did you do in a past life to deserve this? You must have been a goddamn Saint.

His large hands splayed across your lower back when he finally pulled away from your kiss. "Come on," he said with a smirk, taking your hand in his and leading you toward the spa that was billowing with steam.

He'd taken the time to turn on the hanging lights that draped across the fence on the far side of the yard, and a few candles sat lit on the patio next to the tub. There was a bottle of wine in an ice bucket next to them along with two crystal glasses.

Letting go of your hand, he walked around to the step into the spa and unfurled the corner of his towel, letting it drop to his feet. The glow of the water and steam lit his perfectly naked body and it sent an electric little ripple through you.

You watched as he sank down into the water, the surface of it lapped against his waist just above his navel as he stood in the deepest part of the hot tub. "Gonna leave me in here all alone, huh?" he hummed, smiling up at you, holding out his hand.

You looped your finger into the tie of your robe and undid the loose knot. You curled into it one last time before you slid it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

The little appreciative sound of Dylan's breath catching in his throat made you blush. His hungry gaze roamed over you and the swell of warmth it sent through you had you feeling like you were already soaking in the hot water.

You stepped down into the tub and took his hand.

He guided you to a seat and then leaned over the edge of the tub to fill the two glasses of wine. Then, he drifted back over to you, handing you one as he settled into the seat next to you.

"Such a nice night..." he whispered, resting his head on the headrest of the corner seat, and then took a long sip of his wine.

You nodded in agreement, looking at him rather than the sky. "Beautiful."

The two of you sat together, hands entwined beneath the surface of the gently bubbling water. Neither of you felt the need to speak as you just soaked in the warmth of each other's presence that was so perfectly complemented by the soothing water.

When you'd both finished your wine and set the glasses aside, Dylan grinned and pulled you into him until you were gliding up into his lap in the large corner seat of the tub.

You were straddled over his thighs, relishing the way it felt when his hands glided down from your waist to cup your ass before he gave it a firm and needy squeeze. You ground down into him a little before he leaned forward and captured your lips in his.

The kiss was hungry, it had an aggressive edge. He nipped and sucked on your lower lip, his greedy hands roaming and groping what he could reach.

You softly moaned his name when he separated his mouth from yours long enough to allow it, and the reaction you felt ripple through was so fucking intoxicating.

His fingertips dug into your skin as his grip tightened, and the low little growl he made before he latched onto the pulse point of your throat to leave a dusky little mark made you feel like the last meal of a death row prisoner. It was empowering to know you could undo him too. That he might want you almost as desperately as you always wanted him. Almost.

You knotted your fingers into his hair and sighed at the way his stubbled cheeks roughed up the skin of your shoulder and throat. The feeling of his tongue tracing up the tendon of your neck made you shudder. You rolled your hips into him, feeling how hard he was when he rutted up between your legs. Your head fell back and you looked up at the night sky. At the moon and those tenacious little stars, seeing a few more when Dylan's teeth gnashed and nipped at your throat.

"Mmm," he hummed, sucking a last little kiss into your skin before he looked up at you. His lips were glistening and plump and curled up in a devious little smirk. His grip on you loosened enough for you to sneak out of his grasp.

It was your turn to do a little damage. "Stand up," you said, crouching in front of him in the middle of the tub.

"But...but it's cold out there..." Dylan whined, smiling as he floated toward you a bit.

You moved back out of his reach. "I'll make it worth it..." you whispered, before your lips spread into a mischievous smile.

Dylan's eyes narrowed a bit, and his lips hung parted for a moment before he spoke. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "Promise."

Dylan huffed out the tiniest little laugh, his tongue prodding at the inside of his lower lip, brows flashing up his forehead. Then he rose up out of the water, steam rippling the air around his skin as it cooled in the evening air.

You couldn't help but stare. The water ran down his body, pooling a bit in his belly button before it spilled down into the coarse hair beneath it. When he leaned against the edge of the tub, your eyes roamed over his length, the feeling of thirst overwhelming you as you watched the water dripping from its tip.

"Not gettin' any warmer here," he teased.

You shook your head and drifted back into his space, settling on your knees on the seat in front of him. You leaned in close and let out a long breath along the length of him before you paused at his tip. "Shut up," you whispered before you sealed your lips around him.

Dylan's hand moved from where it had been resting on the edge of the tub alongside his hip to cup your ear. "Shit..." he breathed out in appreciation, his fingers knotting into the damp hair on the back of your head.

You smiled around him, pleased with yourself, knowing how good he felt when his erection flexed a bit in your mouth. Then you took him deeper, pressing your tongue to the vein as you sucked your cheeks. You relaxed your throat and slowly took him all the way to the base.

"H—Holy fuck..." he stuttered, his grip in your hair tightening, holding you in place while his hips thrust forward just the tiniest bit. "So good..."

When you felt the tension in his fingers ease, you pulled back up his length and then dipped forward again, increasing the pace as your tongue traced little patterns on the thick vein that pulsed beneath his length with each pass of your lips.

"You're...gonna make...make me cum," he whispered, his thumb tracing along your cheek.

You pulled away enough to speak. "That's kinda the point..." you teased, flicking your tongue along the slit of him, savouring the salty taste.

Dylan let out a little laugh that was choked off when you sucked the tip of him back into your mouth. "But... I wanna fuck you first..."

Those words sent a ripple of pleasure through your body. Your lips trembled and you looked up at him.

Dylan smiled and gripped himself in his palm before he pulled free of your lips with a little pop. Then he took your hand in his and pulled you up out of the water and into a bruising kiss. His tongue pushed into your mouth and you kissed him back with just as much determination to please.

With a final greedy nip at your lower lip, his hands gripped tightly at your waist and he swapped your positions and then spun you around so your back was pressed against his chest. He held you to his body, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear, his length prodding at your low back.

"You gonna make me feel good?" you asked, turning your head toward him, looking up at him as you wet your lips.

"Mhm," he hummed, rolling his hips into you as his hand kneaded at one of your breasts.

Your eyes fluttered closed. "Gonna fuck me?"

"Yes."

You smiled, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. "What the fuck are you waiting for then?"

Dylan let out a breathy little laugh in your ear. "You better watch your fuckin' mouth..."

"Or what?"

"Or...I'm gonna make you scream so goddamn loud you wake the fuckin' neighbours."

You groaned and rolled your head against his collarbone. "Fuck the neighbours..."

Dylan licked a long line up the side of your throat before he tensed and grabbed your wrist, pushing you away enough to pin it to your lower back before he bent you forward over the edge of the hot tub, water sloshing out over the stone patio that was flush with it.

You splayed your free hand out in front of you and looked back at him over your shoulder.

"You're fuckin' shameless..." he said, as you watched him grip himself in his strong hand and line himself up with your entrance.

You grinned and braced yourself before you said what you knew would provoke him. "And you're still not fucking me..."

The little snarl that curled his lip before he slammed himself into you was one of those perfect little microexpressions that nearly drove you insane. His grip on your wrist that he still had pinned behind you was almost painfully tight. He rolled his hips when he was buried all the way inside you, his body flush with yours.

"Better?" he said before he pulled out and fucked into you again.

"Fuck!" you gasped, your fingertips curling around one of the rough stones of the patio, your cheek falling to rest on the back of your hand.

"That a yes?" he asked, unmoving.

You pressed back into him in a silent plea for him to keep going, but he remained still.

"Uh uh..." he reprimanded. "If you want it so bad, I want you to beg for it..."

You heard him draw in a sharp breath, his fingers around your wrist opening and then gripping tightly again. "Dylan..."

"Dylan, what?"

"Please, Dylan..." You swallowed the tension that had your mouth watering and tightened yourself around his length, squeezing him inside you before you gave him what he wanted. "Please...fuck me."

He practically growled out a breath as he released his punishing grip on your wrist and grabbed your waist in his hands before he started thrusting into you so hard and fast it took your breath away.

You braced yourself on the edge of the tub, gasping out his name and half-formed expletives as each jolt of his hips pushed you closer and closer to the sweet release you were starving for.

"Mmm," he hummed, one hand reaching up to grab your breast and pinch your nipple before he gripped it tightly over your shoulder so he could fuck you even deeper.

"Holy shit!" you called out as the slight change in angle had each one of his thrusts driving right into your g-spot.

"That's right...scream for me..." he praised before he spanked your ass so hard you knew the red welt in the shape of his perfect hand would be there long enough for you to appreciate it later.

His pace quicked when you started letting out a near-constant stream of moaned curses between the sloshes of water that were spilling out and soaking your hands. He was close to, you could feel it in his rhythm, hear it in the catches in his breath, and you wanted to pull him right over the edge with you.

"Dyl—" you gasped, feeling the first threads of your release starting to unravel. "Please...I'm gonna come!" You looked back over your shoulder at him, desperate to see his face, to see if he was as gone as you felt.

He moaned your name, his stuttered thrusts becoming so erratic you knew he was right there. "Me too...fuc— Gnh!"

The feeling of him spilling into you, of his jarring hips, and the sound of his gasped cries of your name did you in. You came so hard you thought you might blackout. Little blue specks of light flashed across your vision as you spiraled through the throes of release, all the while Dylan was still gently fucking himself through his own.

When the two of you finally separated and slid back into the warm water next to each other, Dylan pulled you in under his arm and pressed a kiss into your hair, still a bit short of breath.

You reached up and pulled the hand that was looped over your shoulder to your lips to press a kiss to it. "I think you might have been the one to wake the neighbours," you teased.

He chuckled, looking down at you. "Fuck the neighbours."

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