#Dylan O’Brien x male reader

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Tread Carefully ~ S.S.

Request: “Stiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolf” by anon

Word Count: 1400+

MASTERLIST

Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.

And then she'd dated Allison.

If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids. 

He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.

Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.

Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.

But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.

Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.

So what was she to do except play match maker?

Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.

And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.

It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.

Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.

And right now, that person was Y/n.

So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.

It was over.

But the damage had been done.

The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...

Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."

Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."

There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.

"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"

At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.

"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.

-

Male Readers: @ravenpuff-oli @sortzz @fadedver

[goldenretriever-nicknelson]

Since it’s pride month I was wondering if you could write Peter discovering his feelings for a boy or coming out as Bi? It’s totally okay if not, love you! Happy pride month

Request 2: Can you do a headcanon for peter being bi?

A/n: I combined these requests because they were similar and I loved them so much. In honour of pride month I give you Bi Peter Parker. I really liked writing this even though it’s 3am and I wrote it on my phone (sorry for any errors). This is also my first attempt at a male!Reader x Peter so be kind 💕 I actually really like pride requests so feel free to send more!

Note: If you don’t like them don’t read, please don’t spread hate. Thank you 💜💙💖

Warnings: talks of sexuality and questioning, lots of fluff, mlm kissing

Peter was 13 when he first realised that he might like boys as well as girls

And it was all because of the Maze Runner and Dylan O’Brien

He kept his feelings to himself because he thought it was weird but continued to feel more conflicted as time went on

Sometimes he liked girls, sometimes he liked boys and sometimes he liked both. He’d never felt more confused

Eventually he had bigger problems to deal with like fighting villains with mechanical wings and he didn’t have much time to think about other stuff

It wasn’t until he was in senior year that he got another crush on a boy, one that wouldn’t go away

They were science partners in class and started to spend most of their time together

Peter was one smitten kitten

He blushed and laughed around the boy and often made an embarrassment of himself and that’s when he had called peter “cute”. His cheeks were bright red the rest of that day

They were working on their science project one afternoon in Peter’s room, laughing and joking before they both realised how close they were and how beautiful the other looked in the sunlight pouring in from the windows.

As soon as their lips touched peter was soaring and the rush of adrenaline he felt as he kissed his crush back was more than what he felt as Spider-man. It was pure lust and love and passion, everything he’d been craving

It was that night Peter decided it was time to tell May his truth.

He wrote a whole speech down on cards (he definitely didn’t cry writing it) and was all ready to tell her, his hands shaking.

“I need to tell you something.”

May smiled encouragingly at him and closed her book, urging him to go on

“I-“ peter referred back to the speech he held in his shaking hands before realising that this was the woman who knew him better than anyone and loved him for who he was regardless of anything

“Is this to do with the cute boy you had in your room today?” May smirked playfully and Peter’s blush spread from his neck to his ears.

“I- well kinda.” Peter chuckled and took a deep breath before blurting it out. “I’m bi. Bisexual.”

He closed his eyes tight as if afraid of the reaction he would get but at the same time he felt a weight lift off of his shoulders as he said those words aloud for the first time to someone other than himself.

Before Peter could sense what was happening May had him wrapped in a tight hug and every last feeling of nerves Peter had washed away in an instant. He let himself feel everything he needed to as tears ran down his cheeks and onto her shoulder

“I love you Peter no matter what.” She cupped his cheek as she pulled back and wiped his tears, he nodded and smiled wide.

“Thank you” was all he could manage as May smiled back at him, with nothing but kindness and love in her eyes.

Peter hugged her again with tightly, feeling confident in who he was now that he had told the person who meant everything to him.

“So about this cute boy..” May laughed and nudged Peter as his cheeks turned red once again. He laughed with her and bashfully told her what had happened which she was nothing but happy about, with some light teasing of course.

The next time he came around to work on their “project”, May always made a joke about keeping the door open which made Peter turn pink as the other boy laughed.

If you’ve changed your username who want to be removed/added to my taglist please let me know 💖

Permanent - @eeyore101247 @sinisterspidey @darlingspidey @ameelia @parkerpeter24 @rebekkah4766 @peaches-parker​ @tom-hlover @parker-hollandx @call-me-baby-gir1 @cosmicvibecheck @outshineallthestars @theglitterymess @dummiesshort @sadxaries @boujee-bitches @lowkey-holland @miraclesoflove @quaksonhehe @emistrash @namoreno @just-lost-inbetween-worlds @parkerbunny @stixnstripesworld @jackie1819 @flower-name @nuttytani @the-fan-18 @capital-koreasofia @lovehollandy12 @petersasteria @mathletemadison

Peter Parker - @teen--marvel @musicalkeys @spideyspeaches​ @kickingn-ames @shakespeareanqueer @dpaccione @dreamy-clousds @justwantstosleep @petersgroupie

[supernovanim]

Neighbours Part 2

Absolutely no one read part 1, but I wanted to write part 2 so I did. One day someone may stumble across them and like them, but I enjoyed writing this for myself regardless. Also I’m now unemployed (this is unrelated to fanfic writing).

Summary: After you left your gorgeous neighbour alone while you went on a zoom date, he seems a little annoyed. And things escalate.

Pairing: Female Reader x Dylan O’Brien

Warnings: Smut. Voyeurism (again), male and female masturbation.

Word count: 1,205

The next morning you wandered into the kitchen in search of food, wearing an old Ramones t-shirt and sleep shorts.

The date hadn’t gone well. Not only was he pretty boring, but your mind kept wandering to your gorgeous neighbour. It was very distracting trying to have a conversation when all you could think about was Dylan’s bare chest and scruffy hair. But when you’d finished the call and gone back to your kitchen, his window was dark. You’d probably messed that up, leaving him so suddenly.

As you opened your fridge you heard a tapping sound outside. Looking up you saw Dylan at his window, this time wearing pyjama pants and a tight grey t-shirt that showed off his arms. His hair was sticking up randomly, clearly, he’d just got up too. And he looked pissed. Uh oh.

He held up his hand in a clear ‘stay’ gesture, and walked out of view, looking around. In a few seconds he returned, with what looked like a Sharpie and some printer paper. Placing it on the counter, he scribbled something and held it up to the window.

You left me hanging. Not fair 🙁

You shrugged in what you hoped was an apologetic way. Shit, you didn’t expect him to be this upset – surely he could have anyone he wanted? He must have hundreds of girls on speed dial.

He was writing something else

Make it up to me?

He smirked. Ah – not that upset then. You caught the glint in his amber eyes as he looked at you. You felt a tingle between your legs, and you rubbed your thighs together unconsciously. Damn, he was turning you on already.

You looked up at him through the window and tilted your head to one side, giving him a questioning look. He gestured to your shirt, not needing words to get his meaning across. Take. It. Off.

Smiling, you caught the hem of the fabric between your fingers. Very slowly you lifted it off over your head and dropped it on the kitchen floor. You weren’t wearing a bra this time, and you looked down at your smooth breasts, rubbing your fingers lightly over the hardening nipples before looking back up.

Dylan gulped, transfixed by the sight in front of him. He clearly hadn’t thought this entirely through, half expecting you to refuse him. His eyes darkened and he ran one hand through his hair roughly as he licked his lips slowly.

You looked around the kitchen, eyes alighting on a small chalkboard you used for shopping lists. Perfect. Wiping it clean you scribbled a message and held it up.

Your turn 🙂

He nodded slowly and pulled his t-shirt off over his head, so his chest was exposed. Now you could see the smattering of moles across his chest, and the happy trail of hair leading down. You felt yourself get more wet, a tingling sensation running from your breasts to your core as you continued gently rubbing them. Making a quick decision, you kicked off your shorts, leaving you in just panties. Still facing him you hopped up onto the kitchen counter and lent back, making your breasts rise up. You thought you saw Dylan breathe in sharply as a bulge started to appear in his pants.

Slowly you grazed one hand down your body and under the waistband of your panties, running a figure down your folds and moaning to yourself. Fuck, you were so wet already. You started to brush your fingers over your clit, speeding up when you noticed Dylan reach into his pants and grab his cock, his eyes darkening. Your breathing came faster as you felt a warmth start to pool in your belly.

Suddenly he stopped and grabbed the paper. Writing fast he held it up to the window with one hand, the other continuing to touch himself.

Want to hear you.

It was followed by his phone number.

You looked around for your cell phone, finding it lying on the counter behind you. Still with one hand touching yourself you used the other hand to dial, hitting speaker and putting it back on the counter while you continued to pleasure yourself.

In the window you saw him answer after a couple of rings.

“H-Hi. I’m Dylan”

“Y/N” you gasped, followed by a moan as your fingers hit a good rhythm.

“You have no idea how hot you look, Y/N. But I need to see all of you” He rasped; his voice low and predatory.

Stopping your hand temporarily, you slid your panties down off your legs.

“You need to return the favour though, Dylan. Fair’s fair” You looked meaningfully at his half naked body. He grinned, and slowly removed his pants, kicking them to one side. You watch his cock spring free, standing fully hard as he pumped it slowly with his hand. You let out another low moan and returned your fingers to your clit.

“Impressive” you managed between sighs, imagining it filling you.

“It would be even more impressive if I came over there and you could see it up close”

You gasped again as your other hand brushed against your breasts.

“Well…tempting as that is, have you ever heard of anticipation? Firstly, we’re in the middle of a shelter in place order, and I don’t think you coming over and fucking me is allowed. But way more importantly, it will be so much better if we don’t rush this, don’t you think?’

You heard him groan.

“Tell me what you want to do to me Dylan”

You saw his hand speed up its pumping, moving firmly up and down his length and over the tip. Your fingers picked up the pace as you felt your arousal coil up inside you.

“I…I want to fuck you so hard. I want to put my cock into your soaking wet pussy and feel you come around me”

“Mmm, I’d like that” you breathed “You putting your big hard dick inside me and fucking me into oblivion”

You heard him groan, and you let out a loud moan that echoed around the kitchen.

“N-Not sure I can make it round to yours now anyway” he gasped “so c-close, going to cum”

You felt your toes curl and the coil in your belly tighten

“Me too. I’m, I’m… going to...” And then you couldn’t speak as your head tipped back and your climax washed over you and your cries filled the room. Across from you Dylan’s movements become sloppy and you heard him call out as he came, white cum shooting from the end of his cock and over his hand.

He lent his forehead against the glass of the window. “Wow” he gasped “never done that before”

“Actually I do this with all my neighbours” you jested “it breaks the ice”

He chuckled, and reached across the counter for a cloth to clean himself up.

You stood up slightly unsteadily and retrieved your underwear and clothes, redressing yourself.

“So this was good and all” you sighed “but I’d better go shower, I’ve got some work to do today. It was nice…um…meeting you Dylan”

“The pleasure was all mine darling” he said softly, as you hung up the phone and left the kitchen.

Continued in Part 3!

[lettersofwrittencollective]

I am now only accepting requests if submitted to my ask box.  

I am willing to push the limits in just about anything but I will not write about anything that has to do with bodily fluid/ excrement as a kink (no scat play, no golden showers etc)  and absolutely no Pedophilia.

If you want smut, I need you to tell me what kinks are a no no for you.

If you ask me to write for a character that is underage, there will be no smut unless they are aged up.  (My big one is Teen Wolf, as you see there is no real smut for the in cannon times but I will definitely write smut for the characters)

If it’s on my Masterlist I will most likely write for it - some of these state that  there are characters I won’t work with however. I also have a list of Characters below that I will for sure write for if you wanna ask about a specific fandom or character feel free to :)  

Unless otherwise stated, I will work under female reader requests. You want gender neutral or male!reader please clarify that- I can also do cannon ships but those don’t seem as popular here.

If you want an OC - I am going to need details (name, nicknames, general personality, hair length, eye color, etc) this can be sent in more than one ask if you are Anon or if you request from your own Tumblr, we can chat

What kind of ending do you want?

Please give me a little bit to work with - if it’s something like “Stiles x Reader, friends to lovers trope” this can be interpreted in lot of ways… try something like “Stiles x reader, Friends to lovers  where the two have been friends since they were children and after seeing her at homecoming, Stiles manages to confess his feelings- happy ending”  If you don’t know what you want, feel free to send that too but I will take full creative license. with it.

Book Series: 

ACOTAR (Sarah J. Maas)

Grishaverse (Leigh Bardugo)

 Dark Hunter Series (Sherrilyn Kenyon)

House of Night (P.C. Cast)

Twilight (Stephanie Meyer)

Hunger Games (Suzanne Collins)

Criminal Minds

David Rossi

Derek Morgan

Dr. Spencer Reid

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau

Luke Alvez

William LaMontagne Jr.

Dylan O’Brien Characters

Caleb Holloway

Mitch Rapp

Sam taylor

Stiles Stilinski

Stuart Twombly

Thomas (Maze Runner) 

Game of Thrones

Daenerys Targeryan

Dario Naharis

Gendry

Robb Stark

Harry Potter

Bellatrix Lestrange

Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Newt Sacamander

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Tom Riddle

Weasley Boys

The Last Kingdom 

Aethelflaed

Aldhelm

Erik

Finan

Osferth

Sihtric

Young Ragnar

Uthred 

Law & Order: SVU

Chester Lake

Dominick “Sonny” Carisi Jr.

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Rafael Barba

Mike Dodds

John Munch

Marvel & DC

Aquaman

Constantine

Harley Quinn

Leonard Snart/ Captain Cold

Nyssa Al Ghula/ Nyssa Raatko

Oliver Queen

Robin

Roy Harper

Thea Queen

Steve Trevor

Wonder Woman

Maze Runner

Gally

Newt

Thomas

Medici

Francesco de’Pazzi

Giuliano de’Medici

Lorenzo de’Medici

Peaky Blinders

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

John Shelby

Michael Gray

Thomas Shelby

Supernatural

Castiel

Charlie Bradbury

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Teen Wolf

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jordan Parrish

Lydia Martin

Theo Raeken

Void!Stiles

Vampire Diaries (Including The Originals and Legacies)

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikaelson

Enzo

Hope Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Landon Kirby

Niklaus Mikaelson

Stevan Salvatore

Tyler Lockwood

Vikings

Bishop Heahmund

Floki

Halfdan the Black

Ivar the Boneless

King Harald Finehari

Ragnar

Ubbe Thomas

[skiesofthesketchy]

Skiesofthesketchy’s 1k followers celebration!!!

 Hi lovelies! So I hit 1k followers a little while ago... what?!!

Okay, first of all, THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! My mind is blown. Your support means everything to me! 💕 Truly, I appreciate all of you so much for reading my stuff. My heart is full, I love you. I’m also so happy that I’ve been able to talk to a handful of you, and I love that we’re friends! If we haven’t talked, don’t be shy, I love new friends :)

If you’re new here, heyyyyy :) Thanks for following me! Take a look around... Masterlist

I wanted to do a lil something special to celebrate, so me and my boo @rafej-cambanks made a prompt list !!

Send in ANY character from Outer Banks or Teen Wolf with one of these prompts and I’ll write out a lil blurb 💕I might combine requests if I find it works. I’m also down to do Dylan O’Brien or any of his characters :)

** You can specify if you want [ angst / smut / fluff ] or you can just let my imagination run wild lol

** I don’t mind writing fem!reader x fem!character

** If you would like a male!reader insert, please let me know! 

Tagging some moots (ily): @rafej-cambanks @queenk00k @mdlyncline @pogueszn @danicarosaline @maybanksmalfoy @popcsheyward @pink-meringues @moldisgoodforyou @diverdcwn @obxmxybxnk @rudyypankow @bricksatanakinswindow 

[rickyloveslucy-blog]

Love Me Or Leave Me (Part 3)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @rickyloveslucy                                                                                  

Title: “Love Me Or Leave Me” formerly known as “Who Do We Think We Are” 

Warnings: NSFW, Male oral 

A/N: This is porn without a plot at this point but this story will go somewhere eventually…I think.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I snuggled into the warm side next to me more as the hot sun beat down on my face. I felt his arm pull me closer before I finally opened my eyes for a split second and was nearly blinded by the sun.

I pulled the comforter over my head before hearing Dylan start to chuckle, but I simply ignored him before trying to go back to sleep. I hated when he woke up early, and I hated it even more when he tried waking me up.

It wasn’t long before he pulled the covers off of my head and held himself over me, but I just continued to ignore him, “Wake up.” He nearly whispered as he nuzzled his face into my neck.

I groaned and turned over so that my back would have been facing him if he were still lying next to me, but seeing as he was now hovering over me, it didn’t work as well as it should have. I heard him laugh at me yet again before I turned over completely so that I was laying on my stomach and my face was buried in the pillows.

Today was one of my rare days off and I was determined to spend my morning sleeping in.

“Y/N, wake up.” He repeated, still trying to coax me from my sleepy state before I felt him lower himself against me and I finally felt the reason why he wanted me up so bad.

If only I wasn’t so sore from the night before.

I felt one of his hands dig underneath the pillows so he could steady himself before his other ran all the way up the backside of my body, but just as it reached the hem of my shorts I swatted it away.

He sighed lightly as he pressed his erection into the back of my thigh and began kissing the backside of my neck, “Come on, Baby.” He cooed, and just like that—I was awake.

I sighed as I turned over and faced him, giving him a slightly irritated look, but he simply smiled before trapping me in between his lower half and the bed yet again, knowing I was about to crack.

He always knew how to wake me up.

Too bad this time I was going to make him wait.

My thoughts were cut short once he licked his lips in anticipation and pressed them against my own. I tangled my fingers into his hair once I felt his tongue eagerly licking at my bottom lip, but I didn’t let him in.

I turned my head to the side as his lips reluctantly detached themselves from my own and almost instantly returned to my neck. He began biting and sucking and once he found my hollow spot, I couldn’t help but to let my mouth fall open to release a moan. That’s when he went back to my mouth, trying to catch my tongue while I wasn’t paying attention, but I closed it just in time to receive a sloppy kiss against my closed mouth. I heard him groan in annoyance before starting to grind against my lower half in another attempt to get my mouth opened.

I suddenly wrapped my legs around his waist and used almost all of my strength to roll us over so that I was the one on top this time and smiled down at him. He was breathing heavily and he was slightly flushed as I pressed myself down against him and he bit his bottom lip before closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling.

I suddenly stilled my hips on top of him and his eyes opened again as he watched me carefully. I ran my hand down his bare chest and his eyes never left mine as I scooted down his body to take hold of his shorts.

I let my fingers plunge down the front of them a few times before finally directing my gaze to them and hooking two fingers into the waistband to pull them down his body. He lifted his hips for me just before his cock sprang out and he groaned lightly.

As soon as his shorts were gone, I threw them over my shoulder before finally looking down and taking him in. I found myself getting hot just looking at him and decided to pull my oversized t-shirt over my head.

After discarding it over the edge of the bed like I had done with Dylan’s shorts, I looked down at him again to see his hand pumping himself, his eyes on my body as his thumb ran over his head—he was so easy. I grinned as short grunts and moans left his mouth before I pushed his hand away and stopped him completely.

I watched his chest rise and fall a few times as he stared down at me, waiting patiently for me to make the first move.

I ran a hand up his thigh slowly, enjoying the sound of his breath catching in his throat once I was close enough and grabbed him firmly. I looked up at him again and it looked as if he were going to bite right through his lip as I started pumping.

He moaned out loud as I bent down and let my tongue trace one of the thick veins on the underside of his erection just before I looked up at him.

His teeth were no longer in his bottom lip, instead, his mouth was hanging wide opened as I began sucking on his head. His eyes struggled to stay on mine as he kept trying to throw his head back in pleasure.

I smiled around his length as I heard him start to speak, “More, Baby, more.” He muttered under his breath.

Without question, I allowed his hips to lift off of the bed and force more of his member down my throat as his hands tangled themselves into my hair. I felt myself start to gag, but held it back as he pulled back and plunged back in.

He was a moaning mess beneath me as he started chanting my name over and over again.

“I’m close.” He breathed, expecting me to pull away and start pumping again like I would normally do, but this time I stayed where I was.

I continued bobbing my head up and down, much to his delight, and I heard him start to grunt and moan louder as his grip began getting tighter.

I reached up to massage what couldn’t fit into my mouth, and not too long after that, I heard him groan my name before his erection twitched in my mouth and he emptied everything he had down my throat.

I swallowed it all as I closed my eyes and cleaned him off as he fell back against the pillows panting.

Once I let his limp member fall from my lips I licked my lips and crawled up to him before laying back down next to him. He turned his head as soon as I plunged my fingers into his hair and leaned in to kiss me without hesitation.

Finally, I opened my mouth and let his tongue mingle with mine as he eagerly took the opportunity while tasting himself at the same time.

When he finally pulled away, I smiled up at him and giggled at the confused expression on his face, “What was with that?” He asked, still out of breath as he pulled the sheets over the two of us.

“I thought I’d try something different.” I replied while clinging to him.

[perlocutionary]

Christmas Miracle, pt. 3 - Dylan O’Brien

Description: Christmas has passed, as have several moments between Y/N and Dylan. But what about the NYE’s kiss?

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Title: Happy New Year! Word count: 2546

Part 1 - Part 2

A/N: Last part! Nothing. I thought it was very fluffy. So, I guess I warn you for fluff? If that even needs a proper warning. @mf-despair-queen @minhosmeanhoe

The ruckus emerging from Posey’s house had me contemplating why I ever agreed to celebrating New Year’s Eve here. I thought Dylan meant a secluded, only his friends, type of party. I hadn’t even given it a thought that he could’ve meant something like this.

The door abruptly opens, and I’m met with Tyler’s happy-go-lucky grin, his eyes already a bit glazed over as they widen, his arms flailing in the air before they’re thrown around my neck and I’m hauled against his chest. “Hi Ty. ‘s been a long time. ” I grin, pushing past the tan male into his home. I hear the door click shut behind me and Tyler’s heavy footsteps resonating behind me.

“Am I late or something?” I question, handing Tyler the bag of alcohol and snacks I brought, my eyes scanning over the immense crowd in Tyler’s living room. I refrain myself from again checking the text Dylan sent me, which – if I remember correctly – indicated me being here at nine.

“No, of course not. I did say 9 PM.” Tyler nods his head as he appears back beside me, an uncapped beer bottle held out to me which I gracefully grasp. “I didn’t expect there to be so much people…” I couldn’t help but feel slightly anxious. I knew most of the faces here – but that was because I had seen them pass on my television or in a gossip magazine that my coworker always dragged around with her. I was way out of my element.

“If it makes you feel any better, neither did I. I told some people they could bring others along and it kinda – uh – escalated?” The nervous laughter that leaves his lips drags a chuckle from mine as well, my body involuntarily moving closer to Tyler when drunken laughter resonates from the girl beside me, her lips already locked with an unknown male. “Isn’t that the understatement of the year.”

Tyler’s laughter again is boisterous, his head thrown back as his hand presses against his taut stomach. “Hey, had to be quick, right? Where’s your duffel?” “My duffel?”

I follow Tyler around the kitchen counter and to the door opening leading to the living room, where he halts again to continue our conversation. “Yeah. Didn’t Dylan say you could spend the night as well?” Tyler groans loudly when he sees the confused frown that seems to have found a permanent home on my face, his hand running along his face before he takes a sip of his own drink. “As well?”

I’m searching the crowd for any familiar face, hoping I’d see Dylan laughing along with any of his friends so I’d not have to wander this humongous party by myself. I absentmindedly take sips from my beer, already having cleared half the bottle, before I turn my head back to Tyler.

“Dylan used to live here anyway, still has his own room. Would be ridiculous to send the drunk-ass home.” A chuckle passes my lips and I nod my head in acknowledgement, pursing my lips before speaking. “He didn’t mention anything about it to me at least.” Maybe he didn’t want me here. Maybe he had more exciting plans to spend the first night of the new year.

Tyler’s voice immediately pulls me out of my self-pity wallow though. “Ah, come on Y/N. You have to stay as well, all be hungover together tomorrow. Dyl wouldn’t mind if you crashed in his bed, you already slept together anyway.” My eyes snap to him, mouth slightly agape. “We what?!”

Tyler seems taken aback by my loud voice, but within a split second a smirk settles as he lowers his voice. “At his parents’ house? He said you shared a bed?” My mouth forms the shape of a perfect ‘o’. “Oh. Yeah, we did.” Tyler’s name gets called from across the room and he grins brightly as he waves at his friend, taking a few steps away from me before stopping in his tracks.

His hand softly runs along my arm before he winks. “Dylan’s in the game room, with DylSpray.” I’m thankful that Tyler had taken up on my anxiety level, my head involuntarily nodding as I make a beeline for the game room down the hall of Tyler’s large home.

“Dylan!” I high-pitched yell, the taller male snapping his head in the direction of my voice as a large smile overtakes his features. “Y/N! Babe! You’ve finally made it.” I walk into his outstretched arms, my body being lifted off the floor easily as I chuckle against Dylan’s hard chest. “I’ve missed you.” “You literally saw me two days ago, Dyl. How could you even miss me.” I grin as he places me back onto my feet, throwing his arm leisurely around my shoulders and hauling me against his chest.

“I’d rather have you with me all the time.” He jokes, scrunching his face up as his slender fingers dig into my upper arm. “Well, in that case…” I trail off, Dylan’s eyes twinkling underneath the low-dimmed light. His tongue darts out to lick along his bottom lip and I swallow harshly by watching him do so. “Are you finally moving in with me?”

A snort passes me almost immediately, my head shaking to accompany my already given answer. “No. I am not. Stop trying to make that happen. But Ty said I could crash with you here tonight – would save me a stumble-trip home at the crack of dawn.” I bat my eyelashes lovingly up at Dylan, my flat hands resting against his chest as his arm trails from my shoulder along my back to rest in the middle. He seems to be contemplating his answer, but couldn’t hide the smirk even if he actually tried.

“It would be my pleasure, now I’ve got to experience first-hand what a little stove you are. I’m sold.” Even though Dylan and I had not talked about the kiss yet, not even when we were alone, together in his bed that evening, spending some much time with him truly made me realize how strong my feelings for him had become. As I crawled into bed beside him, I had been shivering, teeth clattering and all he did was hold out his arm for me to crawl up to him and warm myself. Something he definitely regretted after I had warmed up and Dylan was forced to sweat underneath my vice grip for the rest of the night.

“Yeah uh – about that – “ Dylan hums, ushering me to continue, as I step out of his loose embrace “about a few days earlier…” The talk I had practiced in front of the mirror while getting ready the entire day was on the tip of my tongue. Sadly, and of-fucking-course-like, I am rudely interrupted.

“Oh – my – god. Dylan?!” The voice is so high that I immediately cower away from Dylan, wincing as I see the perky girl approach us with a massive swing in her hips. She stares at me, rather vile if I may add, before licking her lips and batting her eyelashes at an astonished looking Dylan. “I didn’t interrupt anything, Did I? Oh, it’s been so long.” Dylan’s gaze flicks to mine and I realize what he is trying to say. Can you believe this? And to be honest, yes I can.

Not only was Dylan a handsome, young, attractive man, he was also kind and endearing. Throughout his acting career he had made so many new friends I could never keep up with it. The fact that more than half of that new friend group contained beautiful young women shouldn’t have surprised me either. The way this girl talks to him, the way she touches him, makes it seem as if they have more of a history than Dylan lets me in on. Of course, I have no idea what he does when we aren’t hanging out, and she may very well be something a bit more of a closer encounter.

Apparently, I had missed half the conversation, but had heard the last words she sweetly muttered loud and clear. “You should come find me later, for the New Year’s Eve kiss…” They know each other very well, it seems. The girl disappears, but not before throwing an awfully staged wink in my direction, my blood intensively boiling, if I wanted to or not – I was jealous.

I had to get out of here before I made a fool out of myself by exclaiming my love for him, and I had to go fast. “Uh – I’ll – I’ll see you later.” I stutter, stepping back and shaking my head before turning on my heel and making a beeline out of the room. I can faintly hear Dylan yell after me. “Y/N, wait!”.

I was always very good at hiding, even when I was younger. If I didn’t want you to find me, you wouldn’t. And that’s exactly what I did. Although I knew Dylan’s old room would be the first place he checked, I still fast-paced there. From stories, I knew Dylan had a porch adjacent to his room, where a lounge sofa and a small coffee table sat. I slid myself onto the plush seating, covering my body with one of the present blankets and simply stared and the beautiful twinkling lights of the city.

I didn’t mind all the party goers, and I never would. I had hoped this night would be nothing of sorts either, and just having a chance to flee here and enjoy the rest of my night in peace, was the best thing I could’ve done for myself. Although it also meant racking my brain over Dylan, everything that has happened, and everything yet to come.

Hours passed, and I know we were nearing midnight. I had forced myself to make a deal and appear before the countdown began, but as the minutes progressed I just couldn’t seem to find it in me to do so. “There you are.”

Dylan’s head pokes through the ajar door and he sighs, probably in relief, before closing the door behind him and stepping out onto the desolated porch with me. “Here I am.” I briskly answer him.

“Have you been here the entire time?” I hum in response, scrolling through my Instagram feed of people posting their adventures on New Year’s Eve. Things that I always wished I would do, but not that I had the chance to – I’d decline every single time. My eyes never leave my phone as Dylan paces across the deck, before stopping at the railing and staring off into the distance.

“Would you come up here, it has an amazing view of the fireworks.” My head snaps up, staring at Dylan, whose hand is outstretched for me to take. “Please, come here.” His whiskey-colored gaze penetrates mine and I know I have no choice but to do as he asks of me, I could never deny him. I let my hand slip in his as he pulls me off the sofa and onto my feet, flush against him. “What about that girl?”

A breathless chuckle leaves his lips as he again, throws his arm around my shoulders and presses me close. “Y/N, baby…” I almost want to sigh in pure bliss at the use of his nickname for me, but instead busy myself by resting my head against his chest, heart hammering rapidly against the shell of my ear. Why is he nervous? “She’s a friend of Holland’s. I met her once, I don’t even know her name, Y/N.”

I take a deep breath, swallow straight after as I tighten my arms around Dylan’s waist. “Okay.” He seems to stiffen in my embrace, his hand trailing along my back as he presses me closer. “Okay?”

Another hum leaves me, my eyelids fluttering closed as I breathe in his heavy cologne. His sweater scrapes against my cheek, tickling at the edge of my lips as I speak. “I don’t know what came over me. I kinda have no right to be jealous, so whatever answer you gave me, I had to be okay with it.”

Dylan stays quiet for the longest time. I start to feel anxiety creep up the longer he stays silent, my own heartbeat rapidly beating in my chest, making my skin vibrate. When he does, it seems like all the air is sucked from my lungs. “Do you still not realize how into you I am at this point?”

As I open my mouth to reply, a loud voice echoes through the house, indicating that it was almost time. The countdown is starting! Get ready! Dylan shifts my body against his in such a way that we’re both facing the twinkling lights of the city, staring at the dark, not-yet-illuminated sky above it, waiting for the first squeaky sound that indicated the set-off of fireworks. I press my lips together, digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands. Dylan liked me. And here I was, just staring at nothing, with him beside me, instead of kissing the life out of him. As soon as I am to speak, Dylan beats me to it, the countdown chiming throughout the rest of the house.

Ten… Nine… “Do people actually kiss as the New Year strikes?” Dylan mumbles, his fingertips dancing over my inner arm before he intertwines our fingers together. My cheeks inflame, a smile pressing its way along my lips as I glance up at Dylan.

Eight… Seven… “Back home, you kiss everyone thrice on the cheeks and wish them the best of luck. Not sure what you do.” I reciprocate his mumble, leaning against Dylan’s broad chest and tucking my hand underneath his thick sweater. A sigh leaves his lips, his gaze faltering from mine as he stares into the distance.

Six… Five… Four… “Thank god that I covered my ass then, right?” I hum in confusion as Dylan’s head snaps back to mine, a lazy, shy smile covering his pink lips. His head nods up and my eyes follow his movement, mistletoe adorning the porch door. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, fingertips digging into Dylan’s chest.

Three… Two… “No grandma?” Laughter flies from Dylan’s lips as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. “No grandma.” I press my lips together in a thin line, standing on the tips of my toes as my hand curls around his neck. He bends down, our faces hovering centimeters from each other.

One… Dylan closes the gap between us as the whistling sound of fireworks sounds in the distance, beautiful, colorful specks illuminating the sky. A sigh leaves my lips as Dylan disconnects, my eyelids fluttering open as I grin up at my best friend. “So, happy New Year. And the best wishes.” I smile, lifting my other arm and hooking them behind his neck.

“Happy New Year. My wish already came true.” Dylan grins as he ducks his head again, catching my lips with him just as a fit of giggles leaves my lips, fireworks continuing to illuminate the sky behind us. “Did you actually plan this?” I murmur against his lips, not hiding the humongous grin that takes over my lips. Dylan smiles into the kiss as he brings me closer. “I may have.”

Taglist: @ssweet-empowerment @fuckwhateverfuck @katster2015 @parislight

[golddaggers]

sexy fantasy

pairings: dylan o’brien x reader; shelley hannig x tyler posey.

warnings: cursing, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, rough sex. the usual, peeps.

word count: 4,7k+

I was completely and utterly frustrated with my boyfriend’s lack of interest in, well, me. Due to Dylan O’Brien’s fame, I guess I just assumed that, once we were more established in our relationship, he would have tried to get a little more intimate, because, even though I didn’t want to admit it, I was eager to check out with my own eyes the things I had heard about a certain brown haired man. Nevertheless, he seemed to be oblivious about it, which was exactly the reason why I was pacing back and forth within my room while my best friend watched me, comfortably sat in a small couch and laughing loudly at my nervousness.

"You need to stop being so paranoid, Y/N.”

“It’s easy for you… Tyler is a bloody sex machine!” I spat back, narrowing my eyes at her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! What it’s wrong with me, huh? We’ve been dating for three months! Three freaking months! And he hasn’t even attempted to unhook my bra when we were kissing!”  

Shelley, on the other hand, just went quiet, legs pressed against her chest and chin rested on her knee. It was the typical position of someone whose mind was working on a solution to the problem and, for my well-being, she better find a way to fix this situation, otherwise I will most definitely lose the little bit of mind I have.

"I think I know what we can do." She said, standing up from her seat and smiling mischievously.

“Do tell me, please.”

"Uh, I won’t tell you now, chances you won’t go along, but trust me, if you play your part well, you’ll have Dylan on his knees begging for you.”

Frowning, I tried to figure out what exactly that crazy girl I called friend had on her mind to spice things up between me and Dylan. However, there wasn’t much I could do: I could either agree with her way or I wouldn’t have sex with O’Brien. And, God damn, I needed to get into his pants soon. Trust me!

"Shelley, I can not believe I let you drag me into this place!”

The entire scenario was a bit too much to swallow, for I had never considered that I would have to go to a sex shop in order to get Dylan hooked up on me enough so we would, you know, shag. If I were to be honest, it was quite the opposite from what I had imagined. Nonetheless, here I was, staring at a bunch of sexy costumes, oils, creams, toys… Things I never even knew that existed.

“Don’t pout at me, doll, I just want to see you happy. Better yet, satisfied.”

"Fine, I just hope this works.”

“Psht, of course it will.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Dylan is a man, darling, and men think predominantly with the head that doesn’t have a brain.”

“What do you mean with that?”

“Oh my God, do I need to draw? Boys want to have sex, Y/N. All the time. So pretty much anything merely related to it can get their ‘little friends’ up and ready to play.”

“Dylan is outside those statistics then, because I am not joking when I say he hasn’t tried stuff. Not even a wandering hand, for Christ’s sake.”

As Hannig laughed at my desperation, earning an angry look from me to herself, I searched for a costume that pleased me enough so I could get this over with soon. I certainly didn’t need any of my friends walking in and having the wrong idea about this… I mean, the right idea over the wrong subject. Hell, just to be thinking about it makes my cheeks blush, chills running down my spine.

“Do you need help?” A husky, friendly voice snapped me out of my thoughts."You seem to be lost."

“Huh? No, I definitely know what I want. It’s somewhere in here.”

“And you have just confirmed that you are indeed lost.” He giggled, touching my shoulder. “Tell me exactly what you need so I can go see if we have it on our stock.”

“Okay, fine, I am looking for something to turn my boyfriend on, because I have literally no idea what I should do.”

“Oh!”

The poor man glared at me confused, clearly not sure of what to say or do with the information I had shared. I began to think that Shelley was indeed a pain in the ass; she forced me to come here and, when I needed her the most, she was lost in one of the multiple aisles of the shop, probably looking for things to herself I didn’t even want to imagine. 

“Miss?”

“Yeah?”

“You seem to have spaced out a bit.”

“Sorry, I’m just a little lost and desperate. Not that I should be telling you this anyway.”

"Right, uh, as I was saying, you needn’t to worry, I’m going to pick something that will most likely drive your boyfriend crazy over you.”

"Yeah, I’m not sure if that’s possible." While saying that I felt my ears go warm. "I’ve tried bending, unbuttoning blouse, double meaning sentences… Nothing seemed to have worked on him.”

John, as it was written in the small badge sewed to his striped shirt, laughed and rolled his eyes. I never thought I could feel this embarassed in my entire life; if this doesn’t work, the odds are that I will kill my crappy boyfriend who appears to have lost his sex drive after we started dating.

“Y/N!” Shelley yelled, coming from somewhere I didn’t quite know. “Look what I found!”

“Where were you?”

My friend simply shrugged, directing a playful smirk at me.

“It doesn’t matter, just take a peek at this costume. If Dylan doesn’t feel like sexing you up with this, I will do it myself!”

Finally, not feeling so annoyed, I allowed a small chuckle to slip; Hannig was the reason why my days weren’t so boring after all.  

"Yes, start explaining what is this, please.”

“Jesus, you’re so slow today, Y/N.” The girl cocked an eyebrow, placing the dress on glass made counter next to where we were. “Fine, this is what Jessica Rabbit wears. She sort of reminds me of you and as far as I know, guys fantasize a lot about her.”

Reluctantly, I gripped the red panties that were part of the nice set and knitted my brows together. Yes, the plan was to impress him with everything that I got, but… I wasn’t sure if I would have the courage to wear this in front of him. God I hated being so bloody shy.

“I have to agree with your friend in this one, Jessica is indeed one of men’s greatest fetishes.” John, the attendant, confirmed, at this point already intimate to us. “Still, clothes won’t do the trick alone. You need to have attitude, put on your highest heels, this costume and jump on him. It is humanly impossible for him to resist it.”

“Oh, I’m betting on that.” I said, sighing. “Otherwise…”

“Can you trust me, for once?”

"It isn’t about trusting you or not, Shelley. I’m just keeping my feet on the ground so I won’t get disappointed.”

"Would you please forget that? And you wrap this up, we’ll take it.”

John nodded, leaving us both alone. The lingering redness that coloured my cheeks appeared to be softening as I got used to the fact; it was not a big deal. Dylan was my best friend above all, I trusted him enough to do this. He was the person that offered a helping hand, a shoulder to cry on… Everything I could ever wish for or need. 

Oh, damn, I loved him.

[Dylan O’Brien’s house, a few hours later]

The brown haired man was sprawled out on the couch, his eyes glued to the TV screen that displayed some action movie I didn’t bother to catch the name of. Whilst so, he ran his fingers through my hair, doing the most delicious caress I had ever received. It was all so cosy I nearly forgot what I had planned for tonight. Shelley and I had gone into his flat a little earlier to hide the bag that contained the stuff I would need, so the boy wouldn’t even dream about my intentions, because it had to be a surprise. It was my leverage.

Upon thinking about finally doing it, I started to fidget uncomfortably on my seat, fortunately my handsome boyfriend was way into the film to notice it.  

"Huh, Dylan, do you mind if I go to the bathroom?”

“Of course I don’t.” He frowned for a minute, glancing at me curious. “You’ve been acting weird, though. Did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened. I’m just worrying about some things.”

“What things?”

“Seriously, it’s not a big deal.” I shook my head, refusing to give a more precise answer. “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving the huge living room, I ran towards his bathroom, where all my stuff were carefully hidden. As soon as I was in, I locked the door so no one would come in unannounced. Trust me, boys have no sense of private space, especially Dylan’s best friend, Tyler, which means that all these precautions were necessary. Sighing, I pulled out the bag, staring my shaky figure on the mirror; it was now or never.  

In no time, I removed the loose red sweater and the jeans skirt I had on, throwing both pieces on the marble sink. Now completely free of clothes, I took in my hands the ones that would replace them; the red dress was very sexy, it had a rift going all the way up to the beginning of my thigh and a cleavage that almost showed my breasts. I tried to hold back the embarrassment thoughts, continuing to work on my figure, putting on the black pair of high heels alongside the purple gloves. My hair was tossed to the left side, a blood-coloured lipstick lighting my lips and my eyes were framed with thick, long lashes from the mascara I had used. Okay, I was ready to go back.

Before opening the tall door, I took a deep breath to contain my nervousness. Then, once feeling ready, I walked out softly, muffling the sound of the heels thumping against the wooden floor.

“Baby?” I quizzed, still hidden inside his bedroom. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah, I am, come on, you’re missing the best part!”

Another deep breath.

I decided to leave all my fears behind and, in confident steps, I went to where Dylan was. The moment was so intoxicating that I didn’t even pay attention to the fact my boyfriend was no longer alone, meaning that, yes, I was standing in a sexy costume in front of him and Tyler Posey, his best friend. Both had their eyes wide, staring at me slightly confused and surprised.

“Oh my God!” I screamed, upon realising we weren’t by ourselves. “What are you doing here, Tyler?!”

“Well, I do live here, Y/N…” He answered, a dirty smirk stretching his lips. “So you’re already on sexy fantasies stuff? Nice!”

“Tyler, shut the fuck up and stop looking at my girlfriend’s legs.”

O’Brien, finally reacting to the whole situation, got back to his feet, gripped my arm and gently pulled me to go somewhere with him. The man was clearly annoyed at the way Tyler was acting; also because he wouldn’t stop glaring at my legs, which was indeed uncomfortable.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My bedroom, I don’t want any audience when I make you moan my name, baby girl.”

“Oh.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Tyler cheered, laughing. “Make me proud, tiger!”

“Fuck you!”

The brown haired man slammed the bedroom door closed, propping me against it and attacking my lips without hesitation, making me gasp surprised. Either way, it didn’t take long for me to thread my fingers in his hair, pulling them, returning the kiss with the same fire he used, turning both of us into a complete mess. My hands began wandering his body, feeling the tense, hard muscles underneath the thin fabric of his blue t-shirt, getting Dylan to tighten the grip on my waist, pressing me even further whilst allowing me to feel the growing bulge on his beige shorts.

“I had no idea you wanted to this so much, baby.” He whispered, trailing down every inch of my neck’s skin, his lips applying the right pressure to make me heave and shiver. “If only I had known… I would’ve done this sooner.”

“Oh, Dylan… Fuck.”

A shaky, strangled moan slipped from my mouth when my boyfriend suddenly ripped apart the thin red cloth that still dressed me, leaving only in the red laced lingerie set. The expectation, alongside the adrenaline, made goosebumps crawl my entire frame, chills forcing me to twitch. Everything was happening exactly as I imagined it would be, perhaps even better than my late night fantasies. It was nearly a sin that he had forbidden me from feeling this.

Silently, I unhooked myself from his embrace, switching our positions so I was free to take off his shirt, scattering wet kisses across his pale skin. I slowly got down to my knees, stopping right when my head was facing the very evident volume on his shorts, which brought saliva to my mouth; I couldn’t wait to finally get a taste of him. In a harsh movement, I undressed him from his bottom clothing, leaving Dylan in only a pair of black boxers.

“Babe, are you sure you want to do this?”

I was stuck within a frenzy where nothing else mattered, just Dylan and me, therefore, no trace of shyness could be found on my face when I skilfully removed the damn last obstacle, revealing his hard length, that bounced free.

“I’m positive this answers your question, mister.” I whispered, directing him a dirty look and giggling.

“Without a doubt.”

Opting to tease him a little, I started with subtle caresses, my hand bobbing up and down so slowly it made him grunt, in a way I had never see him do it. I looked up, watching as O’Brien closed his eyes, leaning against the door, completely and entirely surrendered to my will. I must say, this felt amazing.

“Oh, babe, please don’t be so mean.” Dylan groaned hoarsely, his fingers gripping my hair gently. “I want to feel your mouth around me.”

The words themselves were already too overwhelming, but coming in that voice tone, there was no way someone could answer anything that wasn’t a yes. Plus, the way his face scrunched in pleasure… Jesus, I never thought he could get more handsome. I was wrong, I guess. Either way, I sighed, planting a single kiss on his tip, my tongue stealthily licking the salty pre-cum slipping from it. Oh, he made me so damn hot!

Without thinking straight, I simply wrapped my hot, wet mouth around his dick, letting it fill me until his gland was lodged at the back of my throat, causing a light gag to break the silence. O’Brien hummed, his hips jerking forwards to thrust; each blow was followed by a husky moan, causing my thin panties to grow wet. It wasn’t fair the way he was calling for me. I squeezed my thighs together, in hopes that the growing heat between them would give me a break. Not that I was very sure it would work.

“Look at me, baby.” I begged, my hand never ceasing to stroke his cock, only it was easier now because of the amount of saliva. “Look how hot it is when I suck your dick.”

“Damn, baby girl, if you keep going like that… I’m not sure if I’m going to last long.”

A chuckle slipped through my lips as I continued to pump, his beautiful honey eyes connected to mine in a very sensual gaze. Suddenly, Dylan gripped my arms, lifting me up harshly and quickly pinning me against the tall marble door of his bedroom, his lips hard against mine. This time there wasn’t anything sweet. It was urgent, violent even; the couple who wanted to share an intimate moment was gone, now we were two people craving nothing more to relieve the tension we had created. His palms grasped my buttcheeks, so strongly I knew there would be red marks left behind.

“Please, Dyl…”

The whiskey eyed man’s features grew mischievous, as if he was planning to do something nasty to me now. He didn’t answer me, his fingers trailing up my thighs at leisure, eliciting mellow moans to fall from my mouth, a wetness pooling in my panties. Once Dylan reached the curve of my ass, he pulled me up to wound my legs around his waist, which made a girlish scream slip alongside a giggle. Soon enough I felt the softness of his mattress on my back, his body hovering above mine.

“Tsk, tsk, you have been a naughty, naughty girl.”

“Me? Oh, no, you were the one who forced me into using this low trick to get your attention.”

“Again, I had no idea you were so interested on knowing what I could do.” Dylan muttered boldly, confidence infused on his irises.

“Shut up and show me what that mouth of yours can do.”

"Uh, when you ask me so politely, how could I say no?”

Both of us laughed at his witty remark, then, still going at the slowest stride in the whole world, he began sliding down on me, his mouth and tongue licking every inch of my skin while his beard deliciously provided me with the good jitters, my frame shaky. Very gently, Dylan spread my legs, fingers massaging my thighs right until they brushed my damp core, causing me to throw my head back in ecstasy.  

“Oh fuck, look how wet you are, baby girl...”

“It’s all for you.” I breathed out, watching him play with red lace of my panties. “Please, honey.”

Nodding slightly, O’Brien started to draw small figure eights on my clit over the thin cloth that covered my entrance. His whiskey coloured eyes were pierced into mine, the sexual tension growing bit by bit as I began to feel a coil tightening on my lower stomach; Sighing, I fell against the pillows, a moaning mess. My boyfriend merely giggled, pushing one digit into me as his left hand cupped my breast. Jesus he was good at this, I couldn’t even think straight.

Things didn’t improve when he inserted his middle finger inside my slick entrance, pumping slowly, the thumb still circling the swollen nub. I moaned loudly, threading my fingers on his tousled hair and hips jolting forwards against him, trying to release the built up tension. The friction was driving me insane.

“God, I’m going to, ah-” Mumbling disjointed words, I muffled my voice on one of the close pillows. “Shit, Dylan.”

“Already, baby?” He teased, grinning, and kept on fucking me, which made me grunt. “And here I thought I’d have more work.”  

“Fuck you, O’Brien.” The words floated tiredly out of my mouth. “Better yet, fuck me.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that with pleasure.” Dylan murmured, bending to plant a kiss on each of my inner thighs. “You’re so beautiful...”

Dylan then began exploring my body, savouring every patch of soft, naked skin. It was absurdly sexy to watch his pink lips kissing my stomach, his palms cupping the right areas, and, at the same time, the pleasure kept growing, thus I threw my head back, squeezing the silky sheets to help cope with the pulsating sensation on my pussy.

If I could be sure of one thing, it would be that he had surpassed each of my expectations to this moment. The way my boyfriend was handling this was unique; it was like I was some sort of divinity he was meant to worship.

Nevertheless, the friction between our intimate bits, split only by a set of tiny panties, was getting unbearable and making my dizzy. I rolled my hips, grinding against him; it wasn't long until I heard a hoarse grunt, his hands tight on my thighs. After exchanging a brief gaze, Dylan gave some wet, sloppy kisses on my breasts and stood up, fumbling through a drawer in his nightstand.

“Shit, Tyler!” He snarled, punching the wooden top. “I can't believe that.”

“What is it?”

“The son of a bitch used up all my condoms again!” Snorting, the boy headed to the door. “I'm going to kill him!”

“Jeez, calm down, Dylan.” I giggled, hopping off the bed as well. “Did you really think I would make all this effort and not buy my own protection?”

“Oh. Okay. Good call.”

"Yeah, wait a minute so I can get it.”

I kissed him lightly and rushed to the bathroom, where my things were packed. Good thing I decided to buy condoms, otherwise the whole moment would be ruined. Shrugging, I checked myself on the mirror, realising my hair was messy, my lips were swollen and I had hickeys all over my frame. Some that would be really hard to hide.

Alright, probably not the right moment to be thinking about this. I swiftly got down on my knees, focusing on finding the small package in one of the bag's pockets. 

“Baby?”

“I'm going!”

With the red packet in my hand, and an uneven breath, I returned to the dimly lit room where my boyfriend awaited for me anxiously. Yet, I wasn't ready to see that scene: Dylan had his eyes closed, his large hand moving up and down while hums slipped; God, the heat that pooled in my knickers was almost shameful. No one should be that hot masturbating. It wasn't fair.

“Do you need a little help over there, mister?” I questioned, smiling cheerfully.

“As long as you are the one helping me, it’s always welcomed.”

“Alright, lover boy, just take this.”

I tossed the condom to him, who caught it with agility, a cocky grin stretching his lips.

“Strawberry flavour?”

“Do you really want to argue about it?”

“You're right, I don't.”

A small chuckle escaped through his lips whilst the boy slided the slick rubber down his length. As for me, I finally got rid of the last piece clothing preventing us to seal the action, leaving the red knickers on the floor and going straight to the bed.  

Positioning himself above me, Dylan bent forward to connect our lips into a lewd, sensual kiss, as if to confirm the undeniable fire between us. Although I did want him to move forward, his eyes bored into mine, looking concerned and nearly asking for permission to do what he wanted to do.

“Please, Dyl… No more games.” I said quietly, stroking the back of his neck. “I need you inside me.”

After my mellow beg, my boyfriend wasn't able to hold back any more, so he pushed himself in, causing both of us to groan loudly, pleasure too infused on our pores to bother if anyone could hear us. For a moment, he didn't move at all, we just stared at one another, realising this moment wasn't merely about sex; we were deepening our connection, making it clearer that we were meant to be together after all.  

A couple of minutes waiting, the two of us solely experiencing the intimacy, was enough to make me impatient. I needed the friction to soothe the dull ache on my core; therefore I pushed my hips against his, which was enough to release a funny feeling on my lower stomach.

“You’re so hot, Y/N…” His normally hoarse voice had reached a deeper tone, eliciting chills on me. “I don't think I will ever grow tired of you.”

I moaned, tossing my head back and grasping one of my breasts, giving it a tight squeeze whilst my other hand worked on my clit. It was so overwhelmingly good that it took me some time to realise how wide open my legs were; Dylan had done so in order to deepen the thrusting, his fingers gripping the back of my thighs so harshly I knew there would be a purple stain there later.

“You fuck me so good, Dylan… I can't believe it took you so long to show me all of this…” I teased, my voice coming out shaky with pleasure and between desperate gasps.

However, without any sort of previous warning, he pulled out, which made a loud, frustrated whine slip past my lips, hips rolling to reach his.

“Get on all fours to me, would you, baby?” Dylan muttered, eyes darkened with lust.

By now I was turgid and wet, so dizzy with excitement that I wouldn't have the strength to subdue him or even say anything about the new position, thus I just followed his command. As soon as I was, weakly, may I add, set on my knees and elbows, ass sticking in the ass for him, my boyfriend smacked my butt, sucking out a strangled moan from me.  

Aligning with my entrance once more, it wasn't long before he filled me again, this time going at a faster stride. I was damn sure that walking once the adrenaline rush was over would be a very hard task to do, but I guess I'll just let the future me worry about that.

“Faster, baby, I-I’m so close…” I exhaled, hands wandering through my frame in hopes to find a sweet spot that would help my release to come sooner.

“If I do that, it won't be able to walk.” He replied, leaning in to nibble at her neck.

“As if I care.”

The room started to spin when the honey eyed man increased his speed, making me realise I had no control whatsoever over my own body. It was all instinct: the moans, the grinding on his length… Everything. Dylan, then, upon feeling my pussy clenching around his dick, guided his skillful digits to my twitching nub, rubbing it without hesitation.   

“Oh, Dyl, I'm gonna’...”

“Cum to me, baby girl.”

I screamed, my whole body reacting to the mix of sensations that came over me; toes curling, back arching, even my elbows weren’t strong enough to keep me up anymore, meaning that my face met the cold pillows in a silent thud. I was definitely not expecting to be this overwhelming, this good, but I wasn’t complaining either. Eventually my high worn off and exhaled, closing my eyes. I solely listened as my boyfriend kept going, falling apart soon after into what seemed a great orgasm, my name escaping his lips in rough grunts.

The following minutes were of great silence; as I lied tired on the soft mattress, Dylan went up to remove the condom, disposing it into a bin. Within seconds he returned, pulling me to his arms, embracing me sweetly. I figured out words weren’t needed now, just the two of us holding one another fulfilled our every need; he stroke my back whilst I drew small figures on his chest, tiredness consuming us.

“Are you alright?” Dylan finally asked, eyes glaring at the ceiling. “You’re awfully quiet…”

“Of course I am, Dyl.” A tired smile curved my smudged lips. “Thank you, for this.”

“I think I am the one who should be thanking you.” The brown haired man’s chest trembled with a hoarse laugh. “You are so perfect, I still have no idea what did I do to deserve you.”

“Stop it.” Propping myself up, I glared at him sceptical. “You didn't have to do anything to deserve me, because you're already an wonderful person, Dylan. And I love you. God I love you more than I ever thought I'd love someone.”

“No more than I love you, baby.”

O’Brien planted a chaste kiss on my lips, smirking whilst doing so. I threaded my fingers in the dishevelled strands of his hair, pulling his face towards mine and depenning the fond action. I was far from done with him.

"What an insatiable girl!" Dylan teased, kissing the tip of my nose and hiding his face on the crook of neck, his hot tongue licking a stripe on my burning skin. "Are you ready for one more?"

"Oh Dyl pickle, did you really think one fuck would do the trick?”

“Shit, you dirty talking to me is indeed delicious.” His hands slided down my belly, only stopping when he reached the warm centre that was craving for his touch. “Oh, baby girl, you're going to break me.”

“Yeah, yeah, just do your job right.”  

Laughing, Dylan agreed with a nod, gluing his lips to mine again and I could tell that, from now on, he would never leave me needy again.

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The Summer Fling (Chapter 3) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Main Street, East Hampton”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: You guys thought I was joking about writing something about me hating that Dylan smokes… never think that I am kidding (except, always assume that I am kidding…). This will be a short series. I’m imposing a limit on myself. Whatever. Don’t read it. It’s dumb. This will likely be the only Dylan shit I ever write. Okay byeeee.

Additional Note: BIG UPS TO MY MAIN CHILD/WOMAN/HUMAN, @maddie110201 for keeping my pronouns in check. i love you, boo. 

Summary: Y/n is a spaz, and Dylan takes care of her, because, you know, he can probably relate. See gif below.

Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four

You sat in front of your favorite breakfast café on a particularly quiet Wednesday morning on Main Street in East Hampton. The wrist loop for Trixie’s leash sat under the ball of your foot, as you balanced your chair on its back two legs, with only the foot that was covering the leash keeping you upright. You scrolled through your phone, done with the breakfast sandwich in front of you, until you noticed Trixie stand up from under the table.

“What’s up, Trickle?” You asked, noticing the gray dog’s ears perk up. “Trixie..?” You looked up at the sidewalk around you to see if there was another dog that had caught Trixie’s attention. “….Trixie…..?”

With that, Trixie barked excitedly and took off running. The leash slipped from under your foot, throwing your balance off and tipping you backwards. You slammed against the concrete sidewalk underneath you, the metal chair digging into your back and the throbbing pain of cement banging against the back of your head radiated through your body. You stared up at the blue sky above you and all that came to mind was the meme of the dog wearing a bowler hat, in a room on fire, calmly saying ‘This is fine.’ You sighed and mumbled to yourself, as you rubbed the fast-growing bruise on the back of your skull. “This is fine.”

“Y/n? Holy shit, are you okay?”

You opened your eyes and squinted, just able to make out the male figure above you, blocking out the sun. A hand clasped yours and you felt another hand grasp the metal bar around the back of your chair. “Oh fuck.” You mumbled as you were hoisted back into position “Trixie?” You blinked and rubbed your head, your brow furrowed, looking around for your dog, but your vision was a little spotty.

“She’s right here. I’ve got her leash. Are you okay?”

You opened your eyes, finally focusing on the man crouching in front of you, with his hand on your knee. “Dylan?!”

Dylan smiled and leaned his head in a little. “Are you okay? You went down pretty hard.”

You held your hand against the bump that had already grown on your skull, and nodded, then winced. “Mhmm.. Just.. you know, lost my balance..” Dylan stood and ran his fingers through your hair, parting it in the back. “What exactly are you doing right now?” You asked, staring at his white and green Adidas and Trixie innocently laying by your feet.

“Hold still… I’m checking to see if you’re bleeding.” Dylan gently swept his fingers along your head.

“Well, am I bleeding?”

Dylan crouched back down in front of you and smiled. “No. I think you just bumped it pretty hard.” He looked down at Trixie and rubbed his hand down her back, and laughed as she rolled over to let him rub her belly. Dylan got up and sat in the empty chair at the table, next to you. “What are you doing down here on a Wednesday?” He smiled slightly and poured the water in your glass out on the sidewalk, then gathered the cloth napkin off the table and poured the leftover, melting ice into it. He handed the makeshift ice pack to you and watched as you nodded kindly and pressed it against the back of your head.

“I’m off work and still watching the house and this little Gremlin..” You glanced down at Trixie, who was curled up in the shade under the table. “..and I was kind of sick of our usual morning walk routine, so we rode our bike and ran down here for breakfast, and then, I guess, someone saw you and got a little excited.” You glanced at Trixie again.

“I’m sorry..” Dylan mumbled.

You shook your head and chuckled. “Just a new kind of fan in Trixie..”

Dylan smiled and laughed. He spotted your bike leaning up against the light pole next to the table. He handed you the wrist loop of Trixie’s leash and stood, Trixie standing at his movement. “Let me drive you home.. It’s the least I can do.”

You nodded and watched Dylan take the handlebars of your white and crimson Specialized road bike in his hands. You got up from the table and followed him down the sidewalk to a car parked on the street.

“Did you drive or fly out here?” You gestured to the silver Honda CR-V that Dylan was opening the passenger side door to.

“I flew out. This is Jules’ car, but she’s back in the city at work until Thursday night, so I thought I’d drive around a little.. check out the shops around here.”

“You’re bored out of your mind, aren’t you?” You grinned and shook your head, as you stepped into the car.

“I’m so fucking bored.” He laughed and then loaded the bike onto the bike rack on the back of the car. Dylan climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car back to East Moriches. He glanced behind him at a red light and saw Trixie asleep in the backseat and then glanced at you, who was fidgeting with the ring on your finger again. “I, uh… I’m sorry I never called or texted you….”

“It’s okay. You didn’t have to.” You glanced over at him, his left hand gripping the top of the steering wheel and his right hand barely resting on the gearshift.

“I wanted to though.” He kept his eyes on the road, but a pink hue began to cover his mole-freckled cheeks.

“Okay..”

“No, really… I had fun the other night and I just….” Dylan sighed and glanced over at you, immediately looking back at the road when he realized you were looking back at him. “I uh… umm.. I had a really nice time talking to you and hanging out but I am just so perpetually awkward and I didn’t know what to say to get the conversation going over text to ask you to hang out again..”

You laughed over his struggle with words and his cute shyness. “I’ll tell you what. Instead of worrying about texting me, I will just tell you what my plans are and you can decide if they sound fun enough to join. I was going to go paddleboarding at Silly Lilly’s in Center Moriches tomorrow at 10AM. If you want to come, great, if you don’t, that’s also fine, I was planning on going by myself anyway.”

“I’ve never been paddleboarding before.”

“It’s fun. I bet you’d like it.” You unbuckled your seatbelt as you saw Dylan pull into the driveway of your Dad’s house. “Well, thanks for the ride, and the giant bruise on the head.” You teased him, as you went to grab the door handle.

“Are you okay though, actually?” Dylan asked, also getting out of the car to unload your bike off the back.

You closed the back door and Trixie headed for the stairs to the house, looking forward to getting inside and continuing her nap. You rolled your eyes at your dog and then watched as the muscles in Dylan’s arms flexed when he lifted your bike. “Mhmm.. just hurts a little. I’m fine.”

“Um… Garage?” He asked, referring to the bike. You nodded and he followed you towards the garage, where you kept your bicycle. “What were your plans for the rest of today?” Dylan asked, awkwardly standing in the middle of the garage, watching you lean your bike up against a back wall.

“Nothing much. I was going to just hang out around here… Uh, take the little demon for a walk later. Everyone is at work and I didn’t really have plans.” You said, helping him to close the broken garage door.

“Um, do you mind if I hang out with you? I’m sort of afraid that you have a concussion and I feel like you shouldn’t be alone all day.” That was only a half truth. Dylan also had been thinking about you since he met you on Sunday, and he wanted to spend some more time with you.

You smiled and felt butterflies suddenly fill your stomach. You knew that your face was filling with a deep red blush. “I mean, I doubt I have a concussion, but if you really want to watch me watch Game of Thrones all day, that’s fine.”

“Let me just park the car better and I’ll be right up.” Dylan said with a shy smile, not missing a beat to accept your invitation.

“I can’t believe you’ve never watched this before. Wasn’t Thomas Brodie-Sangster in The Maze Runner with you?!” You glared at him teasingly, and shook your head.

Dylan laughed and shrugged. “It was just one of those things. I never had anyone sit me down and make me watch it.”

“Pfff. Until now. Jojen is going to be so happy to know that you finally get to see him in Thrones.”

“I should text Thomas and tell him. He’ll definitely be stoked.” Dylan pulled his phone off the white cushion, on the L-shaped couch he was sitting on upstairs in the living room loft of your Dad’s house.

“I mean, we don’t meet him for like many more seasons though, so….”

“Oh.. then nevermind…” Dylan laughed and put his phone back down, smiling bashfully at you. “How’s your head?”

“It’s fine.. Can you pay attention? I am not going to explain things to you because you aren’t watching.” You laughed. You would definitely explain anything he ever asked.

“Okay, fine, sorry. But wait… okay, isn’t that his sister? Why is he like touching her tit. That’s so fucking weird, Y/n.” Dylan winced at the TV.

You laughed even harder. “Because Viserys is the WORST. He’s such a creepy dude. You aren’t supposed to like him. You’re supposed to love her.”

“I do.”

“Shut up.” You grinned, but also actually felt a pang of jealousy towards Emilia Clarke. You were definitely harboring a huge crush on Dylan, and he just admitted that he thought that the woman on the TV was hot. Normally, that’d be fine, but he was a celebrity, himself, and he knew people that knew Emilia. In your head, if Dylan wanted her, he could probably have her. You slumped into your couch further, pressing the bump on the back of your head a little too hard on the cushion behind you. “Ow.” You quietly whispered and brought your hand up to your head.

“Shit…” Dylan crawled over Trixie, and the distance between the two of you, on the couch, and kneeled next to you. He gently pressed his fingers into the back of your head, causing you to wince. “The bump has definitely gotten bigger.”

“I’ll grab a new ice pack.” You said weakly, trying to maintain your composure at his touch.

“No. Pause this. Give me this.” Dylan leaned over you and grabbed the warm ice pack from the cushion next to you. You bit your lip, intoxicated by his closeness. “I’ll be right back with a new ice pack.”

“Thanks, Dylan…” You said quietly, causing him to smile and turn around before fully leaving the room to head downstairs to the kitchen.

“Of course..” He rubbed at the back of his neck and then turned around and walked downstairs.

You had watched seven hours of the first season of Game of Thrones, with Dylan sitting closer to you than in the first episode. You kept your hands free and easy to hold, just in case, but he never took the initiative. He had gone downstairs in between the fourth and fifth episodes to grab something from his car, and got stuck talking to your downstairs neighbor, Mikey, who recognized him from the American Assassin trailers, and he came back smelling like Mikey’s menthol cigarettes. You decided to sit on the further side of the couch, away from Dylan, until the smell subsided off his clothes. You apologized profusely for Mikey. He was an odd guy. You both took a break from GOT around dinner time and ordered Chinese from the shitty place in Eastport. You suffered through the half-assed dumplings that came with ordering from a shitty delivery place in Suffolk County.

“I’m allowed to sleep at night even if I have a concussion, right?” You said, through a yawn.

Dylan half-smiled at you, glancing at the late hour on the clock. You had just finished up the last episode of the first season of Game of Thrones. The two of you had spent more than ten hours together that day. He nodded. “Yea, but if you could text me when you wake up, so I know you woke up and didn’t, like, die, that’d be nice.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Do people die from concussions?”

“No! No.. shit.” Dylan laughed. He didn’t mean to worry you. “You’ll be fine. But you’re obviously tired, and it’s late, so I should go. I’ll take Trixie out.”

“You really don’t have to do that…” You shook your head and began to get up from the lying position you were in on the couch.

“Already done.” Dylan said as he got Trixie off the couch and began heading down the stairs to the front door.

He saw you sitting on the bottom step, waiting, when he walked up to the screen door with your dog. He released Trixie’s leash from her collar and watched her run up to you at the stairs. You petted the dog lightly on the head, and then turned your attention back to the handsome man in front of you, digging his fingers into his stubble.

“Thank you for today. I hope you didn’t hate Game of Thrones…..” You smiled lightly.

Dylan smiled back, and shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “I actually really liked it. Maybe we can start the second season some time soon.. the next rainy day when you’re not busy…”

“Or the next time I potentially have a concussion.” You joked. “I should get one of those more often.”

Dylan’s smile faded. “Please don’t.”

You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment and you tried to smile through your blush. “I’ll do my best.” You rubbed the side of your arm awkwardly. “Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow morning at Silly Lilly’s.”

“10AM?” He asked, and you nodded. “Do you need a ride?”

You shook your head. “I always ride my bike. It’s so close. Thanks though.” Dylan nodded and smiled. “I’ll see you later.” You reached up to hug him, and he awkwardly hugged you back.

“Text me if you need anything.” He said as he backed out of the screen door, gently closing it in between the two of you.

“I don’t have your number, Dylan. You still only have mine…” You reminded him nervously. He smiled and shrugged and began walking down the steps.

“Goodnight.”

You waved and felt like you had made a fool of yourself. You closed the wooden front door and locked it, then leaned up against it, staring down at Trixie. “Shit.”

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand and you looked down at the text message from an unknown number. Your heart began to race.

“Now you have my number too. Thanks for a fun day. I’ll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams, Y/n, and seriously, please text me when you wake up so I don’t worry...”

“Oh shit..” You were in so much trouble with this boy.

@fuckwhateverfuck @l4life @ninja-stiles @lightbreaksthrough @maddie110201 @hattyohatt @stilinski-stydia-obrien @iknowisoundcrazy @leilaelizabeth @itsannastasiabruh @5secsxofamnesia @awkwarddly @completebandgeek @chivesoup @ivette29 @sunshineystilinski

Let me know if you want to be tagged, and @itsannastasiabruh, let me know how it is that i am misspelling your name. my b.

[lets-imagine-fanfics]

Fic Tag Game

Tagged By the lovely @imyourliquor-youremypoison  <3 Rules: list the first lines of your last 10 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag some of your favorite authors!  

A/N:Thank you for tagging me !!!

In no particular order...

The Ghost of VidCon (Dan Howell x [Male/Female] Reader)

Dan Howell was a man of Science, he had a logical mind and kind soul. The one thing he feared the most though was the supernatural, he would always tell people with a laugh to make it sound like he was joking but in truth he couldn’t walk down a darkened hallway in fear that something was creeping in the shadows.  

The Ghost of VidCon Part 2 (Dan Howell x [Male/Female] Reader)

“Moring, babe, who were you on the phone too?” Dan asked, curiosity showing in his facial expression, his voice was deep and slightly gruff since he had just woken up as you exited the bathroom ending your phone call.

New to Beacon Hill (Scott Mccall x [Gender Neutral] Reader)

‘Okay, this is it.’ You thought as you stood in your new room in your new house in front of the large mirror that is currently leaning against the wall waiting to be hung.

Today was the first day at your new school already two months into the first semester. You moved from your home in the city of New York to live in the suburbia of Beacon Hills in California. When your parents told you of the plan to move to California you were expecting the L.A. lifestyle with movie stars as best friends and it was safe to say you were excited… That was until you found out you would be moving to the suburbs in Beacon Hills. ‘Where even is Beacon Hills?’ you might ask; the answer to that is ‘Gods know, but it had to be freakin mystical…assholes’, let’s just say you weren’t very happy about moving from a beautiful city to a suburban area, you can take the girl out of the city but you can’t take the city out of the girl.

Behind the Hack (Wrench x Female!Reader)

Samantha was sat in the café that her target usually goes to before heading to work to cheat people of all their money, which is how he became so wealthy.  As he orders his drink from the bar Samantha is close enough to be able to hack in to his phone, finding his bank details. As Sam hacks into the phone she can hear the door ding as someone else enters the shop

UNTITLED (Blaine Anderson X Platonic!Reader)

This morning you was tired to say the least. You decided to stay in bed for a while longer, you had no problem with being late for school, but your parents had other plans. You woke with a start when your dad slammed open the door to your bedroom, his eyes still seemed hard and unloving as he shouted “Lazy arse, get the f*ck up” before he turned around and left your bedroom.

NBA (Joes Sugg x Female!Reader)

“Do you know that the Golden State Warriors are one of just three charter members of the NBA still in existence?” you asked Joe as you watched your team play against Charlotte Hornets on the TV in your hotel room. That is one of the things Joe loved about you, when it came to something you cared about you took the time to know all the little secrets, this is also how he found out that he should never watched Lord of the Rings with you since you wouldn’t shut up.

Hello (Dan Howell x [Gender Neutral] Reader)

“Hello viewers, we are here today at the Brit awards” Dan says to the camera, Phil stood next to him and introduces them to the audience watching at home and what they had missed before the break. “and now, the moment you have all been waiting for, (y/s/n) with Hello” he shouts near the end and the camera pans to the stage next to them where you come out and stand next to a piano.

Learning Romanian (Sebastian Stan x [Gender Neutral] Reader)

You and Sebastian have been lying in bed for an hour or so now, you had gotten in from a party and you had both just collapsed on the bed in a fit of giggles. You had both been completely content with just being together intertwined in bed, still fully dressed.

Age of Ultron [Reader Insert] Part 4 (Avengers x Female! OC)

Since Ultron’s attack last night you have not been able to sleep, once you had finished helping with cleaning up around the living area where the party and the attack took place you decided to take a shower and change into comfortable clothing. The Avengers decided to cope with the new threat in their own ways: the last you saw of Natasha she was in the gym hitting marks that were scattered around the room; Clint, who was also in the gym, was fixing the aim on his bow; Bruce was in the lab nervously pacing around muttering whilst Tony sat at the computer as they were doing searches trying to find a lead;

How to Kiss a Youtuber ep4 (Dylan O’Brien x Female!Reader)

“…and Cut!! That’s a rap for the day!!” The director yelled, a bell rang and instantly chaos is unleashed, people running around, pieces of set being moved and people shouting, you have been in the film business for quite a few years and it is still just as intimidating sometimes but you also feel at home. “Y/N” the director yells to you snapping you out of your thoughts “your kiss scene with Dylan is tomorrow so get ready for that” The director reminds you, “be on set at 8am sharp”  

Similarities: They’re all shit? lol, seriously I have no clue, I feel like my writing is getting better though...still shit...but better.

Tagging my Favourite Authors: @goblackhatwithme; @winchester-with-wings; @team-barry; @staringatademigod; @silentwaters4; @writing-obrien; @alloftheimaginesblog; @bonniebird

[6rookie-writer0110]

HELLO! can you please PLEASE! Write a Dylan O’Brien x Male reader smut with Top Dylan? PLEASE? There’s none at all anywhere or any of his characters with Top Dylan 🙃 but if you do Stiles could you make it 21+ Stiles?. thank you so much! (Love ur fics btw!)

Thanks.

I will see what I can do

[dylanowhy]

Baseball [Smut] - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Dylan takes you on a date to practice baseball, which quickly turns into a bet. Heads up, you lose. 

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language. Oral (Female x Male).

Word Count: 2,209

A/N: So this was requested by a friend, I hope you enjoy!

“This is illegal.” You said for maybe the tenth time that day. You paced back and forth on the gravel watching as your boyfriend climbed up a metal fence. “You have like a billion dollars, you could have just paid to get in.” You didn’t want to complain, but you also didn’t want to get to jail either. For the past two month now you had been dating the guy of your dreams, Dylan O’Brien, and he was more than a riot to hang out with. Today, he decided to take you to one of his favorite baseball fields, only problem was the place was locked up – but not for long.

“(Y/N), if you could just give me a little boost.” Dylan was obviously struggling with getting his leg over the not too high fence and you couldn’t help but laugh. He took you on adventures and treated you right, what more could you ask for? You help lift his leg, giving a small playful smack to his ass, causing him to go spiraling over. “Really?” He asked as he stood up, dusting himself off, “What? I liked what I saw.” Even if he wanted to be mad, you knew he couldn’t, the smile etching on his face being a dead giveaway. “Be happy you’re cute.” He simply stated as he walked over to the gate.

He fiddled with the gate lock for a few minutes, trying to get it open with ease. Your eyebrow raised as you held back your laughter. “You know, if you’re trying to impress me –“ You started before he interrupted, “Shut up and get your cute little ass inside.” He grumpily replied in the cutest of joking ways. You smiled, stepping foot onto the dark colored dust that covered the ground. It had been a few years since you’ve been on a field and you kind of missed it. Dylan had brought the love of baseball back into your life and you absolutely loved it.

You could hear the fumbling of Dylan in the background. He was grabbing the things he had brought along, believe it or not, you were here to bat. Dating Dylan always meant surprises, and although he could romance you like you never have been before, sometimes he’d do it in the most creative and different ways. It brought a smile to your face. It could be so simple but he would do anything in his power to make it a little something more.

“Alright, Ruth. You’ve got to work on that balance of yours, your swing is about to knock you down and I am not making a hospital trip today.” Dylan appeared back with a Mets cap snug on his head. You had to bite your lip in admiration, him in those hats have always done something for you. To say it was sexy was near a damn lie. It was more than that.

Trying to mask the lustful look in your eyes, you scoffed, pushing his shoulder lightly. “I have you know I am great at this Mr. I-can’t-throw-to-save-my-life!” You crossed your arms in front of your chest and Dylan’s expression rested in a glare. “Wanna bet?” His eyebrow raised and you were determined to hold your ground. “Depends, what happens when I win?” You cocked an eyebrow, the boy before you licking his bottom lip in enthusiasm. “When I win.” He made sure to emphasis on the ‘I’, causing you to shake your head. “I’ll let you know exactly what I want.”

That was all you needed. You held his hand out to him, and with a small shake you two agreed. “You might want to warm up.” You whispered to him as you walked past him to pick up your bat. You gave it a few practice swings before you walked yourself to first base. It was funny, watching Dylan as his eyebrows furrowed in a competitive way. His eyes narrowing as he made his way over to the mound of dirt in the middle. He threw the ball up in the air a few times, catching it for a warm up. Although it had been a while for you, you felt as if you had this in the bag. Even if you did lose, he couldn’t deny you. Never had before. “Ready?” His voice was loud, determined and filler with something that caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. “Ready.” You agreed, eyes narrowing as you watch him arch his arm, getting ready to fire.

The first ball came swirling at you a little quicker than you expected. Your swing being a little too late and your center being slightly off balance, you nearly toppled over. This action was responded with laughter from Dylan and you could feel your hands involuntarily grip the bat tighter than before. “Wow, good job there. You’re really making this easy for me. Since we never agree to terms, we’ll say two out of three?” Dylan offered and you scoffed. “Just throw the damn ball.” You watched as he reached in a white bucket, retrieving another ball to whirl at you.

You got some redemption with the second ball, coming at your with nearly the same speed, you couldn’t feel the bat shake as you made contact with the ball, sending it flying into the distance. It wasn’t as far as you would have liked, but you still hit it, and that is what counted in this very moment. You heard clapping from Dylan as a smile spread across your face. You felt proud of what you just did, it almost made you forget about the task at hand. “Not bad – Could have been better but, not bad.” You rolled your eyes, taking your stance again.

This was it, the last ball to be thrown. You either hit it and get your way or you miss it and still possibly get your way. It was a total win-win for you no matter what, but if you hit the ball, not only did you win the bet but gloating rights. And that was the sweetest gift of all, being able to rub it in Dylan’s face. He drew his hand back and you were ready to make a home run. Before you knew it, he was throwing the ball, however to your surprise, you missed. Swinging a little too late the ball flew past you as you stood there in shock.

You could hear his cheers in the background as you stood with your mouth agape. His cheers got closer as he made his way over to you, by now you were supporting an upset look with your arms crossed in front of your chest. “Oh, come on, babe. Don’t be like that.” Dylan put his arm around your shoulder, causing you to glare at him from under thick lashes. “What do you want?” You asked, and he almost seemed puzzled. As if a light switch went off in his head, his eyes widened. “Come on”

His words were simple as he leads you into the dugout. It was dusty, there was chipping paint everywhere but he looked so in awe as you two stepped in, your smile couldn’t help but appear. “Okay, so hear me out.” He started, last time those words came out of his mouth, things did not end well for you two. Let’s just say that Dylan’s adventurous mind can go to the extreme sometimes. He gave you a look, one that you knew all too well. “Oh no. No, no. No sir.” You held of a finger to try and stop his idea, but his teeth sunk into his bottom lip and there was no turning back from there.

“I am not about to have sex with you in a dugout.” You hissed, but his smirk only grew. “I didn’t say anything about sex.” His voice was playful, you would almost say childlike if it weren’t for the circumstances. Your eye widened, finally getting the bigger picture. “I am not giving you a blowjob!” You whispered as if there were people around to hear. You knew that Dylan had his kinks, some that you even questioned, but this was some next level shit. You had never done anything sexual in public, and you didn’t think your first time would be with him.

“A bet is a bet.” He took a seat on the bench, his scruff was slightly visible, this boy was so magical he made sweaty look good. “Now, get on your knees.” His voice was rough, it was as if your body responded without you thinking. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of him, sliding down to your knees as you forgot about the dirt below you. His eyebrow twitched as you made sure not to break eye contact, your hand gliding its way over the swell in his jeans. His eyes fluttered and you smiled. Even though you lost the bet you still had so much control over this. It amazed you.

In an instant, you unzipped his pants, showing off his black briefs as you licked your lips. You leaned down, pressing soft gently kisses on the head of his cock before sucking on it gently. “Tease.” A groan followed his words and it was like he was putty in your hands. “You didn’t think I’d go easy on you, did you?” You licked a long swipe up his length through his briefs, making his hip jerk involuntarily.

“Fuck.” He moaned, his hand find his way to your hair, gripping it and making a make shift pony tail with his fist. You pulled his briefs down slightly along with his jeans, just enough to expose him to the cool air. You made sure to dig your nails into his thighs and he sucked in a sharp breath. You planted small kisses along his member, his whimpering edging on your teasing. “(Y/N), I swear to god.”

You gave in at his words, taking him into your mouth. The noise that left his mouth was unheard of, you were sure it made the metal fence rattle. You started slow, bobbing your head and finding a steady rhythm as you used your hand to stoke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. You closed your eyes, finding yourself getting lost in the taste of him.

Several profanities left his mouth and it caused you to hum around him. Using the flat of your tongue to glide its way up to the tip, you circled your tongue around the head of his cock. Pulling off him with a loud pop, you looked up at him with dark eyes, meeting half closed ones. Although you couldn’t see his eyes fully, the intense lustful look was still there. “You like that?” your voice was low, you almost didn’t catch yourself saying it. You kept your hand busy as you spoke, twisted your hand around him agonizing slow.

“I am going to fucking remember this.” His voice was weak, wrecked, and it ignited a fire deep inside of you. “A bet is a bet.” You mimicked him from earlier. He nearly spoke and protested but was quickly hushed by your mouth wrapping around him again, his head hitting the concrete behind him with a thud. You smirked around him, checks hollowing as you gave all that you have. Taking him in as much as you can, you were determined to make this one of his most pleasurable experiences.

He was pushing you down and pulling your hair at the same time. Sloppy thrusts met your mouth, trying to keep in rhythm with you but failing miserably. You absolutely loved it when he got like this. His breathing was ragged, his voice rough as your name constantly slipped past his lips along with various cuss words that made you want to be able to do this for hours.  

It was not long until he was nearing his edge, the continuous licks of your tongue bringing him to an unraveling mess. He let out a cry, as his grip in your hair tightened, your name falling from his lips in the most erotic whisper. You took all of him, swallowing everything he got as if it was your treat for completing your bet. You pulled away with a smile on your face, and he reached down, wiping your bottom lip with a wide smile plastered on his face.

You stood, brushing yourself off as you watched him lazily put himself back into his briefs, tiding himself up a little. “You know, maybe you’re right. I need to work on my swing a little. Let’s say, same time next week?” Your eyebrows lifted and he knew you were no longer talking about baseball. This made him smile as he stood, bringing you in. He kissed you with intensity, and you then realized you were longing for that. His lips were soft against your slightly swollen ones but he pulled away before you could get fully lost into the kiss. He looked at you with hazy eyes, still wrapped up in the lust that lingered around you two.  “Bet.” He said with a wink, his arms sliding from your waist as he walk back out onto the field.

[avenging-fandoms]

avenging-fandom’s fake social media posts

THE FSM I CAN MAKE!!

- instagram

- twitter

- snapchat

- text messages

- facetime call

ACTORS:

Love / Ross Butler

Traveling / Ross Butler

Admit / Ross Butler

Adopting a Dog / Ross Butler

Engagement / Ross Butler

Marriage / Ross Butler

Zoo Date / Ross Butler

First Born / Ross Butler

Disneyland / Ross Butler

Italy / Ross Butler

Night In / Noah Centineo

Visits / Noah Centineo

Facetime/ Noah Centineo

Love / Dylan O’Brien

Twins / Richard Madden

Instagram Photo Dump / Drew Starkey

Instagram Photo Dump / Drew Starkey

Instagram Photo Dump / Rudy Pankow

SHAWN MENDES: 

Wedding

Thank You

Song for y/n

Supportive Girlfriend

Revealing The Relationship

Traveling

Baby Announcement

His Birthday

VMAs - Twitter

Photographer Girlfriend

New Song

Day Off

Trip to NYC

Italy Tourists

HARRY STYLES:

Relationship

Missing you and his baby

New Song

Quaranting Together

Going Public

1D Fan

In The Studio

SHAMELESS:

-

POWER RANGERS:

Work Out / Jason Scott

MARVEL:

-

MARVEL ACTORS:

Love / Tom Holland

Best Friends turned Lovers / Tom Holland

Secret Spilled / Tom Holland

Daughter!Downey / Tom Holland

Cheater / Tom Holland

Best Friends / Sebastian Stan

Young / Sebastian Stan

His Birthday / Sebastian Stan

YOUTUBERS:

Cute / Andrew Siwicki

Engagement / Andrew Siwicki

Comments / Andrew Siwicki

Show Off / Andrew Siwicki

Babysitter / Garrett Watts

Best Friends / Garrett Watts

Relationship / Kian Lawley

New Car / Ethan Dolan

BILLY HARGROVE:

Underwear

Admiration

Photo shoot

STEVE HARRINGTON:

Appreciation

Lovely

Love / steve x male reader

STRANGER THINGS:

Girlfriend / Nancy Wheeler

DACRE MONTGOMERY:

Internet Girl

Joe’s Sister; My Girlfriend

Engaged

Date Night

Painting

Cast Love

Cook

Husband (male!yn)

Wedding

2 year anniversary 

High School Sweethearts

..Surprise?

Soccer Player

Studying

Accident

#AdoptDontShop

Traveling

JOE KEERY:

Disneyland

Honeymoon

One Year

Photo shoot

Lazy Day

Pregnancy Announcement

Spa Day

Girlfriend

RIVERDALE:

Girlfriends / Betty Cooper

Pregnant / Sweet Pea

New Baby / Sweet Pea

Prom / Sweet Pea

“Just friends” / Sweet Pea

New Serpent / Sweet Pea

Southside core five / Sweet Pea

Mechanics / Sweet Pea

Protective / Sweet Pea

Secret / Sweet Pea

Graduation / Sweet Pea

Color Party / Sweet Pea

Baby Shower / Sweet Pea

Work Out / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea

Break Up / Sweet Pea (pt. 2)

Long Distance / Sweet Pea

Summer Lovin’ / Sweet Pea

Sext / Sweet Pea (NSFW)

Hockey Player / Fangs Fogarty x male reader

Recover / Fangs Fogarty

Arts and Crafts / Fangs Fogarty

Girlfriend / Toni Topaz

Road Trip / Southside core four

Amusement Park / Southside core four

RIVERDALE ACTORS:

Cast appreciation / All cast

Jealous / Drew Ray Tanner

Off-Guard / Drew Ray Tanner

Behind the Scenes / Drew Ray Tanner

Love / Drew Ray Tanner

Facetime / Drew Ray Tanner (NSFW)

Work Out / Drew Ray Tanner

Cast Posts / Drew Ray Tanner

Dad / Drew Ray Tanner

New Baby / Drew Ray Tanner

Backyard Drive-In / Drew Ray Tanner

Announcement / Jordan Connor

Show Off / Jordan Connor

Doctor / Jordan Connor

New Girl / Jordan Connor

Crush / Jordan Connor

Baby Announcement / Jordan Connor

Break Up / Jordan Connor

Love / Cole Sprouse

Marriage / Cole Sprouse

Good ‘Ol Days / Skeet Ulrich

Announcement / Skeet Ulrich

Date Night / Charles Melton

Risqué / Charles Melton

Baby / Charles Melton

Date Night / Charles Melton

Hiking Trip / Charles Melton

Newborn / Charles Melton

Text Messages / KJ Apa (semi-NSFW)

Date Night / KJ Apa

Puppy Love / KJ Apa

His Birthday / Casey Cott

“Friends” / Lili Reinhart

Hype / Lili Reinhart

Hawaii / Lili Reinhart

Love / Camila Mendes

Relationship Revealed / Camila Mendes

Girl Crush / Vanessa Morgan

13 REASONS WHY:

Love / Jeff Atkins

Pool Date / Zach Dempsey

Basketball / Zach Dempsey

Road Trip / Zach Dempsey

Driving / Zach Dempsey

Surprise Date / Zach Dempsey

[golddaggers]

Cariño

pairings: dylan o’brien x latina!reader.

warnings: slow dancing; fingering; oral sex (male receiving); bathroom sex. 

a/n: this one was slightly inspired by the song ‘reggaetón lento’ by little mix & CNCO.

word count: 3,1k+

A loud upbeat song was throbbing from the audio boxes stuck on each corner of the nightclub’s ceiling when Dylan arrived, wearing a loose pair of jeans and a tight plaid buttoned shirt, showing off his grown muscles underneath. He wanted to look his best tonight, for it was the first time the brown haired boy was going out single after a five year long relationship and nothing could go wrong on his plan of chasing down the hottest piece of ass he could find at the latino club Tyler suggested him. It was a reckless night he deserved. Better yet, he needed. 

To warm things up, O'Brien began slamming four shots of tequila, grinning teasingly at the gorgeous bartender who, clearly, knew who he was and wasn’t shaming off from displaying her huge breasts through the generous cleavage. But, before he could make a move on the blonde girl, another one squeezed herself between him and some other dude, struggling just to get a drink for herself. His honey coloured eyes sparkled when he caught a sight of  her bare legs; She had a short black dress on, hugging tightly her curves, the skirt breezing as she moved. Dylan could swear he almost lost a breath when he spotted the rift on her dress going all the way to her belly button. Yes, no doubt he had found the one he was looking for when he left his place.

The man was so lost on his thoughts he didn’t notice the same breathtaking girl he had eyed coming into his direction until he felt a body collapsing against him, spilling a little bit of drink on his shirt. Upon seeing who was, he tensed up, licking his lips and scrunching his brows together.

“Perdóname!” A melodic voice spoke, hitting on his every weak spot.

“I don't… Uh.”

“Oh, alright, I said I’m sorry.” The pretty woman sighed, her accent still ringing in his ears. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

A small silenced floated over them and she cleared her throat, trying, obviously, to escape from the situation that she got into.

“Well, I should get going.”

“Hey, what’s your name?” He quizzed, eyes eager and hungry. “Just in case.”

“It’s Y/N. Yours?”

“Dylan.”

“Well, nice to meet you,” She winked, her fingers brushing his chest lightly. “Cariño.”

He had lied.

Dylan spoke fluent Spanish and he even lived a couple of months in Mexico a while back to learn some traits to play a character. Either way, the major problem was the man found himself stuck within a spell, her spell; he watched her swing her hips to the music, her breasts bouncing to the tune and the gown showing too much of her skin for him to be okay. Obviously, another thing hadn’t left his mind: the way she had said that word… It wasn’t dirty or anything, but, fuck, it was hot. He wanted to hear her moaning it over and over.

Finally, O'Brien decided he wasn’t going to sit around any more, so he gulped down his drink and stood up, moving quickly to where the girl was. What he didn’t know was that she hadn’t stopped thinking about him too throughout the whole night, gazing at him from afar whilst doing her best to get him coming to her direction. Acting as sexy as she could. It proved hopeless so far, which made her head back to her booth, opting to sip on a cool beer, totally unaware that her goals had been archived.

The brown haired man touched her shoulder gently, his warm hand making the girl shudder, slightly startled. She looked back and couldn’t be more astounded to see him waiting behind her. He had a sinful smile etched to his face, his fingers scratching his scruff, causing her core to twitch. They didn’t speak for a short period, too overwhelmed by the extensive gaze they exchanged. It was like a hook pulled them together; a kind of chemistry rare to see.

“Want to dance?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

She felt her skin burn when his long fingers grabbed each side of the girl’s hips, getting them locked on his. The beat had changed to something slower, therefore, Y/N simply laced her arms around his neck, relaxing her figure to let him guide her throughout the dance floor. His pelvis continuously reaching hers, driving her to close her eyes and throw her head back, pushing herself against him in sync with the song. Dylan swivelled his dance partner, his palm hovering over her stomach. The man felt his lips go dry. Wiggling, she broke free from his grasp, shooting him a nasty smile before diving back to his embrace.

Once within his hug again, she perceived his touch descending, getting too close to her butt cheeks. A sigh left her lips alongside a low grunt, a wetness beginning to pool on her panties. Y/N never thought a man could get under her skin like that, so fast, so intense, but it was good. Hell, it was the best feeling in the world. That sexy guy made her feel alive, pure adrenaline rushing excitedly through her veins.

The tip of his nose nudged her cheekbone, his alcohol scented breath intoxicating the girl while she grasped a lock of his hair, pulling it as their bodies swung to the steamy rhythm. They were drowned in one another, causing the room’s temperature to rise; for them, at least, the place was burning up to a hundred degrees. But it wasn’t bad. Not all.

In a stealthy movement, Dylan’s hand got under the girl’s thigh, getting her to bend backwards, her cleavage displaying a lot more to him than before, eliciting a low growl from his chest. She smiled tauntingly, hooking her leg even further around his waist, rising her torso until it met his, her face standing an inch away from his. She licked her bottom lip, watching as he did the same; A fire blasting between them.

The song was almost over, still, they were definitely not ready to split just yet. If both of them wanted to be honest, neither wanted to do more than rub their bodies against one another. Feel their warmness. She was almost going out of her mind with his beard itching on her sensitive skin and he, well, it was getting pretty obvious that he was enjoying her figure glued to his. Especially her cute tush.

“Damn…” He muttered when she grinded against him once more, his bulge throbbing. “Tu me vuelves loco, cariño…”

“I thought you couldn’t speak Spanish, boy.” Y/N whispered, a strangled moan leaving her mouth due to his swift action of spinning her, his lips wrapping themselves on her neck soon after. “Fuck…”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, babe.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?”

Those words imbued Dylan with the courage he needed to take her to somewhere more private, which turned out to be the closest restroom. In the course, their minds were filled with the thoughts that the things were going down fast, but, nonetheless, it also felt so goddamned right neither him or her could prevent it, nor they wanted to, for the matter. As soon as they got inside a the tiny place, the brown haired man slammed the girl up against a cold wall, earning a gentle whine from her, who, by the way, didn’t wait to thread her fingers on his messy hair, surrendering to one of the best kisses she had ever tasted. It was a mix of vodka, beer and whiskey. A drunk, rough kiss.

His hands wandered throughout every inch of her legs, stopping at the curve of her ass, giving it a strong squeeze and helping her to wound herself around his waist, deepening the contact. Once set, she could feel his length hitting a sensitive spot each time he rubbed himself on her, making her buckle forward instinctively. Their gasps mingled together.

O'Brien poked her collarbone with his upturned nose, his tongue licking the skin as he went down, towards the valley of her breasts, which were at his free will to whatever he pleased with them. The boy pushed her dress’ down her shoulders, allowing her boobs to bounce bare in front of him; another growled curse left his lips whilst he leant in to finally get a taste of them, swirling at one of the already hardened nipple. Y/N snuck a hand under his shirt, digging her nails deep into his back, moaning and noticing her core pulsating like crazy.

Slithering from her waistline to the girl’s other breast, the honey coloured eyed man cupped it and pinched it, causing the gorgeous woman in front of him to throw her head back, eyes sealed. Her breathing long lost, toes curling; she squirmed on his lap, trying to create some friction with the tent on his bottom half.

“Someone’s hurried, I see.” Dylan joked, hoarsely, pulling away to latch on her left boob. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make you see lots of stars.”

He put Y/N back down to the ground, stole a swift peck from her lips then knelt before her, sneaking his head under the dress’ skirt. She gasped, wiggling a bit to the hot breath so close to her slit, even further when he pulled the laced panties to one side, calloused digits providing a much more intense friction. The woman squealed, tightening the grip on his shoulders and never breaking the eye contact they established, his whiskey coloured ones hard, filled with lust. Eating her alive. Fuck, that man was hot, she thought, exhaling loudly.

His fore and middle finger slided up her slick entrance, pumping in and out rapidly, contributing directly to the knot on her lower belly. Y/N felt like, if he kept doing that, well, she would pop, and, damn, no one should so good at this. So skilful. It wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest.

“O-Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, I’ve been imagining you like that all night long.”

“Yeah?” A moaned question left her mouth and heavy breaths followed it. “Fuck, Dylan, you’re not, you know, supposed to, oh, fuck, I’m gonna’…”

Y/N broke down with a long yell, her whole body trembling to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading in her blood; the woman clenched and sighed as her partner rode her out of her high using nothing but his magical fingers. Once it was all gone, she chuckled blissfully, licking her bottom lip and locking it between her teeth, glaring at the brown haired man teasingly.

He rose a brow, wiping his digits clean and humming to the taste, which made her huff, because this action made her blood heat up again. How dare he be so addictive?

“You taste so good…” His eyes closed, mouth still sucking at the stretchy liquid.

“Oh, well…” Y/N approached him, placing a mischievous finger inside his trousers’ waistband, pulling him closer to her. “What do you say I pay you back?”

“I think it’s a great idea, I bet your mouth feels just as good as it is beautiful.”

She didn’t bother to reply, busying herself with getting rid of his pants instead. Then, as soon as his bottom pieces of clothing were pooling on his ankles, the girl wrapped her hand on his hard length, slowly stroking it, observing him hiss under her touch. Dylan cupped her cheeks, mumbling disjointed words while she kept masturbating him, at leisure, noticing his pulsation against her palm.

After a while, she decided that merely wankering him off wasn’t going to cut it for her, the voluptuous woman needed more than that, so Y/N got down on her knees and, without a second thought, glided her tongue on his tip, swirling around it, tasting the salty flavour of the pre-cum leaking from his slit while her palm met his balls, massaging it, which ripped a throaty groan from his lips.

The brown haired man grabbed a fistful of her hair, thrusting on her mouth. Often she would get a bit uncomfortable with the lack of control, but with him? Oh, what the hell. The only thing that ran across her thoughts was that his swollen head fit perfectly with the end of her throat. A hum slipped from her, causing him to intensify the grip around her hair, pulling it a little rougher.

“Oh, fuck…” He muttered in a hoarse tone, face distorted in pleasure.

Y/N detached her mouth from his cock, descending her tongue to lick a stripe of skin on the underside of it, feeling the throbbing of a prominent vein against her. Dylan could swear that he was in heaven; no one had ever touched him like that. And the better part was that she wasn’t doing out of some sort of “responsibility", like his ex did, the woman did it because she wanted to do it. Also, the gleam on her face denoted it wasn’t bad or disgusting; Y/N was actually enjoying the action.

Her lips wrapped again around him, the warmness fulfilling him as she sucked hard, almost as if the girl was trying to force his cum out of him.

“Babe, if you keep going, there won’t be much left for, you know…”

She pulled it out with pop, a string of saliva connecting them still. Groaning at the scene, he briskly placed his hands on each side of her waist, getting her back on her feet; then, in a sharp movement, O’Brien pinned Y/N against the sink, exchanging a deep, meaningful glance with her through the huge mirror in front of them. She directed him a naughty smile, chewing her bottom lip, just waiting for him to make a move.

The man moved away to get rid of his shirt, revealing to her a beautiful happy trail all the way down to his bouncy, pretty dick. She gasped, gripping tightly to the marble surface, because it was too much hotness in one single person for her handle. Heck, Dylan proved himself better than all the hot latinos she hooked up previously.

After getting completely naked and protecting himself, incredibly quickly, with a condom, the brown haired boy approached her and unzipped the black dress the girl was wearing, permitting her breasts to be on display from him. Smacking her ass, he lined himself with her entrance.

“Ready?” Dylan whispered, kissing the crook of her neck and giving it a gentle bite.

“Oh, yes, I want to know if your cock fits just as good in my pussy as it does in my mouth.”

“You’re such a dirty, dirty girl.” His hot breath blew on her already tepid skin as he pushed inside of her in a sharp thrust. They both moaned to the intimate contact; it was lot better than their imaginations had fantasised. “So…?”

“Definitely better.”

The honey coloured eyed man chuckled while starting to move within her, slamming mercilessly his hips against hers, who, instinctively, pushed them backwards, her ass hitting his pelvis with a clapping sound.

Wanting to provide the best experience to her, Dylan’s right hand found its way to her soft nub, rubbing eight figures on it and earning himself a pair of heavy breaths alongside a few clenches of her slick walls around his cock. His left one squeezed her hip, so strongly it would probably leave a mark once the adrenaline rush was over.

Their sweaty bodies grinded, both wanting nothing but their sweet release. Luckily for them, the party was going at its fullest outside, the cheerful music embalming the moaning mess couple; otherwise, people would have heard the girl’s loud whimpers. Y/N rested her head carelessly on his shoulder, squeezing her breasts and squirming underneath his lingering touch. It was all so overwhelming she felt like cumming a hundred times.

“Come on, let’s switch positions, because I want to see the gleam on your eyes when you cum to me.” The boy hushedly said, pulling away and swivelling her. She complained, but agreed without questioning to hop on his lap, her butt being pressed firmly against his hands whilst she wounded her legs around his waist. Dylan placed her on the sink’s top, grabbing the back of her thighs and pounding into her even faster than before. “You look so fucking beautiful!”

She was so weak that all she did was dig her nails into his back, screaming each time his cock hit on a sweet spot inside her pussy. Her mind not even able to concentrate properly on the moment; droplets of sweat went down her back and the girl noticed her orgasm was dangerously close.

“J-Just like, fuck.” Y/N sputtered, heaving. “I’m gonna’…”

His length went deep into her, the boy slapping her breasts and ass a couple of time, sanity long lost. If this wasn’t the best fuck he had ever had, well, he couldn’t quite place it which was.

Y/N’s digits stranded on his hair, pulling him into a heated kiss, their alcoholic tastes mixing together. She couldn’t wait any time longer, so all it took for the girl to break down was another set of hard thrusts; then she yelled, back arching and legs shaking, goosebumps spreading through her sensitive skin fast. His name fell from her lips repeatedly as Dylan kept banging her into oblivion.

A while later, he came too, latching his warm mouth on her turgid nipple, growling on it, his movements getting sloppier, riding them out their highs. Yet, it took a few moments for their breathing to go back to normal, their frames still jittering to the waves of pleasure.

They hugged, laughing blissfully and kissing again, this time at a much more passionate, slow stride. Just a simple, fond action.

“This was fun.” He stated, stroking her back. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m still twitching.” Y/N joked, muffling a giggle on his pale chest. “And numb. Ask me that later.”

“Oh, poor girl.”

“Shut up.”

Smiling, Dylan helped her hop off the sink and, after it, the partners got themselves dressed, mentally thanking the universe that no one had decided to pee in the minutes they had been in there. Once ready, they stared at each other for a minute; just savouring that particular moment.

“Will you give me your number?”

“Of course, Dylan.” Y/N winked, grabbing his iPhone and typing her number in the adequate place. “Looking forward for you to give me a call, cariño.”

Swaying her hips, the woman left the restroom, leaving Dylan completely astounded. A minute later, he shook his head, looking down to her contact, which the naughty girl had saved as “cariño”, and realised that he couldn’t wait to be with her again.

Opinions?

[golddaggers]

Cariño

pairings: dylan o’brien x reader.

warnings: SMUUUUUUT, haha. fingering, oral sex (male receiving), spanking, rough sex. dylan’s scruff rubbing on your neck picture. totally NSFW. And if you’re under 18, psht, don’t tell your parents. haha :)

a/n: been listening to reggaetón lento and I was like, well, I NEED to write something with that plot. I really hope y’all like it. also, this goes as a huge happy birthday to my babe Dyl.

word count: 3.140

A loud upbeat song was throbbing from the audio boxes stuck on each corner of the nightclub’s ceiling when Dylan arrived, wearing a loose pair of jeans and a tight plaid buttoned shirt, showing off his grown muscles underneath. He wanted to look his best tonight, for it was the first time the brown haired boy was going out single after a five year long relationship and nothing could go wrong on his plan of chasing down the hottest piece of ass he could find at the latino club Tyler suggested him. It was a reckless night he deserved. Better yet, he needed. 

To warm things up, O'Brien began slamming four shots of tequila, grinning teasingly at the gorgeous bartender who, clearly, knew who he was and wasn’t shaming off from displaying her huge breasts through the generous cleavage. But, before he could make a move on the blonde girl, another one squeezed herself between him and some other dude, struggling just to get a drink for herself. His honey coloured eyes sparkled when he caught a sight of  her bare legs; She had a short black dress on, hugging tightly her curves, the skirt breezing as she moved. Dylan could swear he almost lost a breath when he spotted the rift on her dress going all the way to her belly button. Yes, no doubt he had found the one he was looking for when he left his place.

The man was so lost on his thoughts he didn’t notice the same breathtaking girl he had eyed coming into his direction until he felt a body collapsing against him, spilling a little bit of drink on his shirt. Upon seeing who was, he tensed up, licking his lips and scrunching his brows together.

“Perdóname!” A melodic voice spoke, hitting on his every weak spot.

“I don't… Uh.”

“Oh, alright, I said I’m sorry.” The pretty woman sighed, her accent still ringing in his ears. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

A small silenced floated over them and she cleared her throat, trying, obviously, to escape from the situation that she got into.

“Well, I should get going.”

“Hey, what’s your name?” He quizzed, eyes eager and hungry. “Just in case.”

“It’s Y/N. Yours?”

“Dylan.”

“Well, nice to meet you,” She winked, her fingers brushing his chest lightly. “Cariño.”

He had lied.

Dylan spoke fluent Spanish and he even lived a couple of months in Mexico a while back to learn some traits to play a character. Either way, the major problem was the man found himself stuck within a spell, her spell; he watched her swing her hips to the music, her breasts bouncing to the tune and the gown showing too much of her skin for him to be okay. Obviously, another thing hadn’t left his mind: the way she had said that word… It wasn’t dirty or anything, but, fuck, it was hot. He wanted to hear her moaning it over and over.

Finally, O'Brien decided he wasn’t going to sit around any more, so he gulped down his drink and stood up, moving quickly to where the girl was. What he didn’t know was that she hadn’t stopped thinking about him too throughout the whole night, gazing at him from afar whilst doing her best to get him coming to her direction. Acting as sexy as she could. It proved hopeless so far, which made her head back to her booth, opting to sip on a cool beer, totally unaware that her goals had been archived.

The brown haired man touched her shoulder gently, his warm hand making the girl shudder, slightly startled. She looked back and couldn’t be more astounded to see him waiting behind her. He had a sinful smile etched to his face, his fingers scratching his scruff, causing her core to twitch. They didn’t speak for a short period, too overwhelmed by the extensive gaze they exchanged. It was like a hook pulled them together; a kind of chemistry rare to see.

“Want to dance?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

She felt her skin burn when his long fingers grabbed each side of the girl’s hips, getting them locked on his. The beat had changed to something slower, therefore, Y/N simply laced her arms around his neck, relaxing her figure to let him guide her throughout the dance floor. His pelvis continuously reaching hers, driving her to close her eyes and throw her head back, pushing herself against him in sync with the song. Dylan swivelled his dance partner, his palm hovering over her stomach. The man felt his lips go dry. Wiggling, she broke free from his grasp, shooting him a nasty smile before diving back to his embrace.

Once within his hug again, she perceived his touch descending, getting too close to her butt cheeks. A sigh left her lips alongside a low grunt, a wetness beginning to pool on her panties. Y/N never thought a man could get under her skin like that, so fast, so intense, but it was good. Hell, it was the best feeling in the world. That sexy guy made her feel alive, pure adrenaline rushing excitedly through her veins.

The tip of his nose nudged her cheekbone, his alcohol scented breath intoxicating the girl while she grasped a lock of his hair, pulling it as their bodies swung to the steamy rhythm. They were drowned in one another, causing the room’s temperature to rise; for them, at least, the place was burning up to a hundred degrees. But it wasn’t bad. Not all.

In a stealthy movement, Dylan’s hand got under the girl’s thigh, getting her to bend backwards, her cleavage displaying a lot more to him than before, eliciting a low growl from his chest. She smiled tauntingly, hooking her leg even further around his waist, rising her torso until it met his, her face standing an inch away from his. She licked her bottom lip, watching as he did the same; A fire blasting between them.

The song was almost over, still, they were definitely not ready to split just yet. If both of them wanted to be honest, neither wanted to do more than rub their bodies against one another. Feel their warmness. She was almost going out of her mind with his beard itching on her sensitive skin and he, well, it was getting pretty obvious that he was enjoying her figure glued to his. Especially her cute tush.

“Damn…” He muttered when she grinded against him once more, his bulge throbbing. “Tu me vuelves loco, cariño...”

“I thought you couldn’t speak Spanish, cariño.” Y/N whispered, a strangled moan leaving her mouth due to his swift action of spinning her, his lips wrapping themselves on her neck soon after. “Fuck…”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, babe.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?”

Those words imbued Dylan with the courage he needed to take her to somewhere more private, which turned out to be the closest restroom. In the course, their minds were filled with the thoughts that the things were going down fast, but, nonetheless, it also felt so goddamned right neither him or her could prevent it, nor they wanted to, for the matter. As soon as they got inside a the tiny place, the brown haired man slammed the girl up against a cold wall, earning a gentle whine from her, who, by the way, didn’t wait to thread her fingers on his messy hair, surrendering to one of the best kisses she had ever tasted. It was a mix of vodka, beer and whiskey. A drunk, rough kiss.

His hands wandered throughout every inch of her legs, stopping at the curve of her ass, giving it a strong squeeze and helping her to wound herself around his waist, deepening the contact. Once set, she could feel his length hitting a sensitive spot each time he rubbed himself on her, making her buckle forward instinctively. Their gasps mingled together.

O'Brien poked her collarbone with his upturned nose, his tongue licking the skin as he went down, towards the valley of her breasts, which were at his free will to whatever he pleased with them. The boy pushed her dress’ down her shoulders, allowing her boobs to bounce bare in front of him; another growled curse left his lips whilst he leant in to finally get a taste of them, swirling at one of the already hardened nipple. Y/N snuck a hand under his shirt, digging her nails deep into his back, moaning and noticing her core pulsating like crazy.

Slithering from her waistline to the girl’s other breast, the honey coloured eyed man cupped it and pinched it, causing the gorgeous woman in front of him to throw her head back, eyes sealed. Her breathing long lost, toes curling; she squirmed on his lap, trying to create some friction with the tent on his bottom half.

“Someone’s hurried, I see.” Dylan joked, hoarsely, pulling away to latch on her left boob. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make you see lots of stars.”

He put Y/N back down to the ground, stole a swift peck from her lips then knelt before her, sneaking his head under the dress’ skirt. She gasped, wiggling a bit to the hot breath so close to her slit, even further when he pulled the laced panties to one side, calloused digits providing a much more intense friction. The woman squealed, tightening the grip on his shoulders and never breaking the eye contact they established, his whiskey coloured ones hard, filled with lust. Eating her alive. Fuck, that man was hot, she thought, exhaling loudly.

His fore and middle finger slided up her slick entrance, pumping in and out rapidly, contributing directly to the knot on her lower belly. Y/N felt like, if he kept doing that, well, she would pop, and, damn, no one should so good at this. So skilful. It wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest.

“O-Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, I’ve been imagining you like that all night long.”

“Yeah?” A moaned question left her mouth and heavy breaths followed it. “Fuck, Dylan, you’re not, you know, supposed to, oh, fuck, I’m gonna’…”

Y/N broke down with a long yell, her whole body trembling to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading in her blood; the woman clenched and sighed as her partner rode her out of her high using nothing but his magical fingers. Once it was all gone, she chuckled blissfully, licking her bottom lip and locking it between her teeth, glaring at the brown haired man teasingly.

He rose a brow, wiping his digits clean and humming to the taste, which made her huff, because this action made her blood heat up again. How dare he be so addictive?

“You taste so good…” His eyes closed, mouth still sucking at the stretchy liquid.

“Oh, well…” Y/N approached him, placing a mischievous finger inside his trousers’ waistband, pulling him closer to her. “What do you say I pay you back?”

“I think it’s a great idea, I bet your mouth feels just as good as it is beautiful.”

She didn’t bother to reply, busying herself with getting rid of his pants instead. Then, as soon as his bottom pieces of clothing were pooling on his ankles, the girl wrapped her hand on his hard length, slowly stroking it, observing him hiss under her touch. Dylan cupped her cheeks, mumbling disjointed words while she kept masturbating him, at leisure, noticing his pulsation against her palm.

After a while, she decided that merely wankering him off wasn’t going to cut it for her, the voluptuous woman needed more than that, so Y/N got down on her knees and, without a second thought, glided her tongue on his tip, swirling around it, tasting the salty flavour of the pre-cum leaking from his slit while her palm met his balls, massaging it, which ripped a throaty groan from his lips.

The brown haired man grabbed a fistful of her hair, thrusting on her mouth. Often she would get a bit uncomfortable with the lack of control, but with him? Oh, what the hell. The only thing that ran across her thoughts was that his swollen head fit perfectly with the end of her throat. A hum slipped from her, causing him to intensify the grip around her hair, pulling it a little rougher.

“Oh, fuck…” He muttered in a hoarse tone, face distorted in pleasure.

Y/N detached her mouth from his cock, descending her tongue to lick a stripe of skin on the underside of it, feeling the throbbing of a prominent vein against her. Dylan could swear that he was in heaven; no one had ever touched him like that. And the better part was that she wasn’t doing out of some sort of “responsibility", like his ex did, the woman did it because she wanted to do it. Also, the gleam on her face denoted it wasn’t bad or disgusting; Y/N was actually enjoying the action.

Her lips wrapped again around him, the warmness fulfilling him as she sucked hard, almost as if the girl was trying to force his cum out of him.

“Babe, if you keep going, there won’t be much left for, you know…”

She pulled it out with pop, a string of saliva connecting them still. Groaning at the scene, he briskly placed his hands on each side of her waist, getting her back on her feet; then, in a sharp movement, O’Brien pinned Y/N against the sink, exchanging a deep, meaningful glance with her through the huge mirror in front of them. She directed him a naughty smile, chewing her bottom lip, just waiting for him to make a move.

The man moved away to get rid of his shirt, revealing to her a beautiful happy trail all the way down to his bouncy, pretty dick. She gasped, gripping tightly to the marble surface, because it was too much hotness in one single person for her handle. Heck, Dylan proved himself better than all the hot latinos she hooked up previously.

After getting completely naked and protecting himself, incredibly quickly, with a condom, the brown haired boy approached her and unzipped the black dress the girl was wearing, permitting her breasts to be on display from him. Smacking her ass, he lined himself with her entrance.

“Ready?” Dylan whispered, kissing the crook of her neck and giving it a gentle bite.

“Oh, yes, I want to know if your cock fits just as good in my pussy as it does in my mouth.”

“You’re such a dirty, dirty girl.” His hot breath blew on her already tepid skin as he pushed inside of her in a sharp thrust. They both moaned to the intimate contact; it was lot better than their imaginations had fantasised. “So…?”

“Definitely better.”

The honey coloured eyed man chuckled while starting to move within her, slamming mercilessly his hips against hers, who, instinctively, pushed them backwards, her ass hitting his pelvis with a clapping sound.

Wanting to provide the best experience to her, Dylan’s right hand found its way to her soft nub, rubbing eight figures on it and earning himself a pair of heavy breaths alongside a few clenches of her slick walls around his cock. His left one squeezed her hip, so strongly it would probably leave a mark once the adrenaline rush was over.

Their sweaty bodies grinded, both wanting nothing but their sweet release. Luckily for them, the party was going at its fullest outside, the cheerful music embalming the moaning mess couple; otherwise, people would have heard the girl’s loud whimpers. Y/N rested her head carelessly on his shoulder, squeezing her breasts and squirming underneath his lingering touch. It was all so overwhelming she felt like cumming a hundred times.

“Come on, let’s switch positions, because I want to see the gleam on your eyes when you cum to me.” The boy hushedly said, pulling away and swivelling her. She complained, but agreed without questioning to hop on his lap, her butt being pressed firmly against his hands whilst she wounded her legs around his waist. Dylan placed her on the sink’s top, grabbing the back of her thighs and pounding into her even faster than before. “You look so fucking beautiful!”

She was so weak that all she did was dig her nails into his back, screaming each time his cock hit on a sweet spot inside her pussy. Her mind not even able to concentrate properly on the moment; droplets of sweat went down her back and the girl noticed her orgasm was dangerously close.

“J-Just like, fuck.” Y/N sputtered, heaving. “I’m gonna’…”

His length went deep into her, the boy slapping her breasts and ass a couple of time, sanity long lost. If this wasn’t the best fuck he had ever had, well, he couldn’t quite place it which was.

Y/N’s digits stranded on his hair, pulling him into a heated kiss, their alcoholic tastes mixing together. She couldn’t wait any time longer, so all it took for the girl to break down was another set of hard thrusts; then she yelled, back arching and legs shaking, goosebumps spreading through her sensitive skin fast. His name fell from her lips repeatedly as Dylan kept banging her into oblivion.

A while later, he came too, latching his warm mouth on her turgid nipple, growling on it, his movements getting sloppier, riding them out their highs. Yet, it took a few moments for their breathing to go back to normal, their frames still jittering to the waves of pleasure.

They hugged, laughing blissfully and kissing again, this time at a much more passionate, slow stride. Just a simple, fond action.

“This was fun.” He stated, stroking her back. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m still twitching.” Y/N joked, muffling a giggle on his pale chest. “And numb. Ask me that later.”

“Oh, poor girl.”

“Shut up.”

Smiling, Dylan helped her hop off the sink and, after it, the partners got themselves dressed, mentally thanking the universe that no one had decided to pee in the minutes they had been in there. Once ready, they stared at each other for a minute; just savouring that particular moment.

“Will you give me your number?”

“Of course, Dylan.” Y/N winked, grabbing his iPhone and typing her number in the adequate place. “Looking forward for you to give me a call, cariño.”

Swaying her hips, the woman left the restroom, leaving Dylan completely astounded. A minute later, he shook his head, looking down to her contact, which the naughty girl had saved as “cariño”, and realised that he couldn’t wait to be with her again.

Opinions?

[dylanowhy]

On A Jet Plane - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Deciding to follow your dream, you try out for a small role in a new upcoming movie. During your audition you end up practicing lines with none other than Dylan O’Brien, thus landing you the lead part. Now you’re getting your big break, while also falling in love with your co-star.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language. Kissing.

Word Count: 2,280

A/N: Thanks for baring with me as it took me a hot minute to get this out. I hope you enjoy! Sorry for the cliff hanger! Feedback is always welcomed.

Part I - Part II - Part III

“You’re going to be fine.” This time the words came from Tyler. Nearly everyone had given you a pep talk today, trying to convince you that the plane ride was going to go perfectly fine. Part of you wanted to believe that it was true but the fear inside of you was growing stronger each minute. It didn’t help that Dylan kept teasing you about it. “Any last words?” He asked as our gate number was called. You quickly smack him with your bag, giving him one of the most glaring looks you could muster. He only laughed though, not finding you the slightest intimidating.

“Babe, you’re going to be fine. I promise.” Babe. That was a word you had gotten use to over the last few days. Although you didn’t know exactly where you and Dylan stood, he called you babe and that was enough for you. He obviously just got out of something that was a bit hazardous and you weren’t about to push him into something else. He needed time and you were willing to provide.

“Whatever.” You playfully rolled your eyes acting as if there was not a smile appearing on your face. He hugged you from behind, pulling you close and laying his head on your shoulder. “I saw that.” He whispered and you removed his arms. “You saw nothing, now let’s go die.” The lady that was checking the tickets gave you a judging look as you broadly smiled and enter the hallway that was leading you to your doom. You almost looked back when you heard Dylan’s laughter, he was clearly enjoying this.

Your eyes widened when you realized you had a window seat, looking back to give Dylan the most sympathy look, your bottom lip sticking out in hopes he would switch seat with you, he nodded, stepping beside you. You watched and he place your bags above the seats before sliding in with you quickly to follow. “Thank you.” You spoke once you were seated.

“It really isn’t bad, kiddo.” The voice of Jim was louder than the chatter around you and you realized that he was sitting beside you. Dylan gave you a slight look and it took you a minute to catch on. Hardest part about falling for someone on set is not knowing when exactly to express it. It was not like they were having to keep it a secret, they didn’t have a reason to, but it could put a lot of pressure on set that wouldn’t work out too well.

“I don’t know about that one, Jim.” You found yourself laughing, you almost forgot how to do that. “We could always get some liquid courage.” Jim’s eyebrows raised and you really took in him for the first, his slight scruff and the tang of too much aftershave, you could tell he had been spending day and night on this movie and you admired that so much. “Are you trying to get (Y/N) drunk, Jim?” Dylan leaned slightly over you, keeping the conversation between you three. Jim smiled, chuckling, “You’d like that too much.” Those words caused you to blush and for Dylan to sit straight, coughing back a laugh. Maybe things weren’t as secret as thought.

The loud ding made you jump and the two boys beside you tried not to laugh. “Ladies and Gentleman –“ The flight attendant started her normal routine, going through the procedures and talking about safety. You obediently buckled your seat belt without hesitating. You could feel your heart beating as time started to move a little slowly. “Babe.” There was that word again and you wondered when you took his hand, wondered when you started holding it so tight. You relaxed a little as the flight attendant took her own seat and everyone got ready for takeoff.

Turbulence was hell. You honestly thought it was the devil trying to drag you down were you belonged but instead of getting a laughing Dylan like you expected, you had this caring, loving guy who was trying his hardest to sooth you through it. “It’s just like a rollercoaster. You love rollercoasters. It’s a little scary at first but as soon as things get going, it’s all smooth from there.” – “You know that I would never let anything happen to you, right?” The last question was a whisper but it became the solo reasoning of your heart pounding.

The flight seems to ease after that, the rest of your traveling being a walk in the park. Maybe it was Dylan casual and gentle touches here and there, or maybe it was those words still lingering in your mind. “Five minutes until landing! I am starving.” You could hear Tyler’s voice from somewhere behind you, followed by Emma’s loud sigh. For a split second, you forgot they were there, it brought you back to reality.

“So, maybe it wasn’t that bad.” Your shaky voice gave away the lie, but Dylan smiled anyways. “I still can’t feel my hand from your death grip.” He commented, causing a smirk to appear on your face. “Don’t act like you didn’t love it.” He laughed, “Loved it? I think you might have broken a bone.” His expression was serious but his eyes screamed laughter. “I am about to break more if we don’t get off this plane.” You finally found yourself unbuckling and coming to your feet. “On that note, I’m out.” Jim walked his way down the aisle.

It was like walking into another world. You tried not to make a big deal out of it, but you had never been to a place like this. California was probably the most exciting place you have ever been. You came from a small town with practically nothing to a big city with nearly everything, but this was something more than that. Different language, different atmosphere, it was all too much to take in at once and yet everyone around you seemed so used to it.

“The car will take you to the hotel. If I were you I would rush to get dinner and then turn in for the night. We have a big day tomorrow, there is not enough coffee in the world to prepare us, so get a good night’s sleep. Here are your room keys.” Stacy handed everyone a card, and you eagerly looked to see who you were sharing a room with, which immediately made you frown. “Girls you are 409, boys, you got 610. Sorry they are so far apart, couldn’t get side by side. Last minute and all.” Stacy gave a nod and an apologetic look. “Alright, off you go. And Tyler, please reframe from partying too hard. I’ve heard stories.” And with that, the four of us were left to go to our hotel, but more importantly, you were ready to go explore.

“Italy.” You said for possibly the twentieth time. You heard a chuckle behind you. “You know, you keep saying that.” Dylan had been here before, in fact, it was one of his favorite vacation spots. None of this was new to him, but to you it was another world. First, your standard room was more like a palace. Canopy bed, clawfoot tub, a small living area that was more comfortable than the one in your apartment. It was like a fairytale come true. “I am so sorry that I have never experienced this before.” You held your hands out in defense, which he quickly took, lacing your fingers together and pulling you into him. It had been a while since you two had stood this close and you remembered how much you missed it.

His smell so intoxicating, his smile simply memorizing. Beautiful, he was beautiful. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” His words caused butterflies. “Then do it.” You challenged and he complied, a soft smile pressing into your lips as he kissed you for the first time in what felt like forever. There was something about the way he moved his lips slow against yours, keeping everything under his control that cause your fingers to tangle into the back of his head. Something about the way his large hands clasped around your hips, holding you so close that you could feel your bodies melting together. It drove you absolutely crazy.

His hand slowly made its way up the back of your shirt, the heat of him causing you to shiver, setting off a fire deep down inside of you. You tried to pull him closer to you, needing more but there was hardly a gap between you two. Getting the hint, his feet began to shuffle, month not leaving yours as he ushered you to the bed. You tugged at his shirt and without hesitation it was over his head and off to the side. The back of your knees met with plush covers and you fell back instantly, being sure to bring the male along with you. That was the first time his lips parted from yours, head dipping down to place soft kisses along your jawline leading down to your neck.

It was almost enough to make you pass out. The way he knew how to pepper kisses along your sweet spot, and how to nip at your collar bones at the perfect time. You almost didn’t hear the open creak open or the sound of Emma gasping as she walked in on something that wasn’t too innocent. “So, I’m taking it you two will be sharing a room?” You heard Tyler asked, your eyes shooting open at the realization of someone else being in the room with you. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Dylan muttered. He took a deep breath before removing his warmth from you, quick to find his shirt and place it back on his body. You let out a sigh and reminded yourself to cuss Tyler out later. “What do you want?” You spat, but that only caused Tyler laugh. “Dinner. But it seems like you’ve planned your own personal menu.” His eyebrows raised at Dylan. “Shut up – We will be ready in ten. Meet you down stairs.” Dylan said as he escorted them out of the room. You heard Emma say something along the lines of “But my suitcase is in there.” Before the door closed behind them.

“Sorry about that.” You watched as Dylan fixed his hair, his locks a tangled mess. “Will we ever get our alone time?” You couldn’t help but ask, your small frame coming to the back of his large as you wrapped your arms around him. “Trust me” – He turned, arms wrapping around you. “I am damned and determined.” Those words made you smile but it was quickly faltered by the knock at the door. “Hurry your asses up!” You rolled your eyes at the amount of childishness you had to deal with. “Let’s go before they break the door down.” You released yourself from Dylan’s embrace, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it already.

However, you were not let down by the choice of dinner. It wasn’t somewhere that was completely classy. Like one of those places you see in the movies where a coat and tie are provided. But it was classy enough for you to fit in and feel comfortable and like you were on vacation at the same time. You were happy to know that the people around you were trying to make this the best experience for you and you appreciated that.  “You don’t mind, do you?” You asked Emma after ordering your drinks and she looking confused until she put the pieces together. “Am I excited about sharing a room with Tyler? No. But, I will let this one slide. Mainly because I want details though.” She shrugged at her words and you let out a small giggle.

You didn’t know what the night was to bring you, but you were nervous enough. You could feel your body tingling at the thought of being with Dylan in the most intimate way possible, and with a daring look from him, you wondered if he was thinking the same thing. You know he wanted to take things slow with you, and you were completely okay with that, but the amount the you needed him grew stronger each day and you knew it was the same for him, even if he did try to deny it. “As if you’d get details.” You found yourself answering, which made Emma give you a look.

The dinner passed by slowly than you intended. Dylan wanted to leave as much as you did, you could tell by the way his foot kept gliding alongside yours, slowly making its way up your leg every once and a while, sending shivers down your spine. “I think we’re going to head to bed.” Dylan’s voice cut through the laughter of the room like a knife, causing everyone around us to quiet. Tyler’s eyebrows raised and Emma made a small noise. You then realized the intense look that was on Dylan’s face and you could swear your stomach was doing flips.

“Y-Yeah.” Did you just stutter? And did he just smile at that? Tonight, was not going the way you planned it, or maybe it was. It didn’t take long for Dylan to stand, offering his hand as you whispered a small “Goodnight.” To your fellow cast members. Your mind focusing on anything and everything Dylan. They said their goodbyes, but you muted them out. Your eyes were connected with golden orbs that held promise and you couldn’t wait to see when he had in store for you. ��