From the Academy Award winning director of The Hurt Locker, Zero Dark Thirty, Detroit tells the gripping story of one of the darkest moments during the civil unrest that rocked Detroit in the summer of ‘67.
Directed by: Kathryn Bigelow
Starring: John Boyega, Will Poulter, Algee Smith, Jacob Latimore, Jason Mitchell, Hannah Murray, Kaitlyn Dever, Jack Reynor, Chris Coy, Ben O'Toole, Joseph David Jones, Ephraim Sykes, Leon Thomas III, Nathan Davis Jr., Peyton Alex Smith, Malcolm David Kelley, Gbenga Akinnabve, Chris Chalk, Jeremy Strong, Laz Alonzo, Austin Hebert, Miguel Pimentel, Kris David, John Krasinski, Anthony Mackie
Directed by Kathryn Bigelow, written by Mark Boal. tarring John Boyega, Will Poulter, Algee Smith, Jacob Latimore, Jason Mitchell, Hannah Murray, Kaitlyn Dever, Jack Reynor, Ben O'Toole, Joseph David Jones, Ephraim Sykes, Leon Thomas III, Nathan Davis Jr., Peyton Alex Smith, Malcolm David Kelley, Gbenga Akinnabve, Chris Chalk, Jeremy Strong, Laz Alonzo, Austin Hebert, Miguel Pimentel, Kris David, with John Krasinski and Anthony Mackie.
You’re in a deep, comfortable sleep when you hear your alarm go off. The sudden loudness of it causes you to jump up from the bed and you almost fall off. The only thing that stops you is a hand that belongs to Dylan and reaches out to pull you back toward the center. Dylan drapes his arm around you lazily and burrows his face in the space between your neck before mumbling “don’t get up.”
You rub your tired eyes and give out a big yawn while somehow managing to say, “I have to, babe. Can’t be late.” You try to get out of his grip but he starts kissing your neck with his mouth and roaming your body with his hands. His fingers reach between your thighs and he places them in your underwear. It’s not long before he reaches your sensitive spot and once he starts rubbing you, you can’t push him away.
“Does it feel good?” He asks teasingly before finally kissing you on the mouth. You bite your lip and nod your head in appreciation. He laughs at your reaction and you blush at how sensitive you are to Dylans touches. His hands slide out of your underwear and creep their way up to your shirt. You aren’t wearing a bra since you had just woken up so when his cold hands touch your breasts your nipples immediately get hard. He caresses them for a while before pulling your shirt over your head. He does the same with his and wastes no time taking off both his and your underwear. You can feel his hardness press up against you as he positions himself in between your legs. He rubs your clit slowly and teases you with his fingers.
“Hurry,” you demand gently.
His eyebrows rise by your sudden urge to speed things up. “Someone’s eager.” He bites his lip and his eyes roll back as he finally enters you, feeling your tightness. “Fuck, Y/N.” He moans. He starts off slowly and you feel yourself adjusting to his width. Dylan grabs onto your thighs picking them up slightly to thrust into you harder and faster, gradually increasing speed and intensity with every passing second. Your breathing gets heavy and you grip onto the sheets tightly as he pounds into you. He let’s out a low sigh as he falls on top of you, unable to control his body. “You feel so good,” he whispers into your ear mid thrust.
You settle into a steady rhythm as your body parts combine and feed off of one another. You feel his breath against your chest and your head shoots back as you begin to reach climax. He kneads at your breasts and this sends you over the edge. Your hands dig into Dylan’s back as you let out a loud scream. He takes this as a signal to pick up speed and he grabs onto your hips, moving them closer to him for deeper penetration. His eyes close for a second and he slams his hand down on the bed before wrapping it into a right fist. “I’m coming” he says before thrusting into you even harder. You shake uncontrollably as your body fills with a powerful spasm until you both finish your orgasms.
Dylan lays his whole body weight on top of you as you both try to catch your breath. He pushes the hair in your eyes out of your face and kisses you passionately but sloppy, as if he’s too tired to put in effort. He finally gains enough energy to take his weight off of you and falls onto the bed.
You turn your head to the side when you see your alarm clock again. “Oh my god, I forgot about school!!” You yell. You shoot up from the bed in search for something decent to throw on as you try to simultaneously come up with a school appropriate excuse as to why you’re late.
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