thinking about the way dean di laurentis is known as a sex god on campus, but when you’re in his sheets, he’s like an obedient little puppy for you!
dean craves your approval, his tanned body burning hot with arousal when you tell him he’s doing good at something. dean is cocky and knows he’s good, but actually hearing it from you does something unexplainable to him.
the way he whines pathetically when you throw a “good boy” his way, his cock growing painfully hard at the slightest inkling of praise.
he likes to be told what to do! “mhm yes, baby doll. fuuuck, i’ll do anything you want me to” he says when you ask something of him, not an ounce of hesitation.
as much as dean has always liked control, there’s something about you being on top of him that makes him feral. the sloppy way you fuck yourself on his cock, his arms glued to the sheets as you take exactly what you want from him.
dean practically begs you to leave hickeys on his neck, wanting to proudly show them off to everyone like they were a trophy of some sort. he always has a big, boyish grin on his face when he catches someone staring at the red marks, getting flashbacks of your time together.
