SOKAY | COLIN (18+)

S’OKAY | COLIN (18+)

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DAY 6: SUBSPACE

WARNINGS:

Praise and Slight Cockwarming.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

DOM/SUB DYNAMICS, SUB!SPACE

you and colin hadn’t had sex in a while. he’d been texting you nonstop asking to meet up, but you’d been avoiding him, making up appointments or that you were caught up in work. but really you were worried about him. well not him exactly but how you felt towards him. you were sort of on a friends with benefits basis. having sex when you both needed.

but he’d been staying a little longer each time, bringing you gifts, being gentler than usual, and even talking to you afterwards and cuddling instead of up and leaving. you’d been getting that feeling of safeness and vulnerability around him. that feeling where you’d just go non verbal but content and clingy. he was all you thought about and your body ached to have him back worth you again, you just weren’t sure if he wanted what you needed.

you’d finally texted him that night, just a quick ‘i’m free, come over? door’s unlocked.’ it hadn’t been long before you jumped from the couch as he stumbled in either. taking his shoulder bath of and slumping next to you on the couch. that feeling crept back again but sweeter this time. obviously you’d missed the feeling of him too.

he sat next to you, already his advances made clear that he missed you too as he pushed your hair behind your neck kissing and nipping at the newly revealed skin. your skin grew hot fast as you inches closer to him, climbing into his lap. he pulled away to stare up at you with his infamous smirk. you tried to speak, to let him know how you felt, but you couldn’t. instead your body shifted awkwardly on top of him. he looked at you closer, sensing your fidgeting.

“what’s wrong?”

he spoke gruffly. his voice triggered you. triggering that feeling inside you, that heat growing in the pit of your stomach. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t react. you leaned into him more. pushing him back as he slumped into the cushions, leering you seek out comfort. he could sense your timidness. he had a feeling and that he knew why you were steering clear of him.

he could see it when you were together. you needed him. you were always needy for him, but this was different. during sex you became more breathless, pulling him in closer to your body, deeper. afterwards you wouldn’t talk, still staying close to him and letting him completely take over. he liked it. liked having control.

“i think i know.”

you heard him again. his voice loud and clear as he pushed you up a little to look at him. holding your chin in his fingertips you whines at the loss of warmth from his body. he nodded as he started to speak again.

“it’s okay. i know how you feel. i wanna take care o’you baby, you should now this by now. hm?”

you nodded back at him again as he leaned in licking into your mouth as his lips pushed into yours. he rushed from there. his own neediness apparent as his cock strained in his sweatpants. you moaned at the feeling, standing up from him as you eagerly pulled down your underwear. he lifted up, pushing his sweats down slightly, his cock swiping free as he pulled your thighs back down on him.

he held his cock straight as you pushed down onto him, wasting no time as you ride him fast. he took hold of your face, intimately staring at your features as you whines and moaned in his grip. ushered praises falling from his lips, mixes of “my good little girl” and expletives roaming. his left hand left your face as he took a grip on your hair, pulling your head backwards as his other hand slid down the column of your throat.

his cold rings made your skin tingle as your cunt clenched around him. he began to fuck up into you fast. his tattooed thighs slapping against your ass. he pulled your head into his neck as you came around him. the hand in your hair smoothing down your spine and grabbing fistfuls of your ass, slapping it before he came. he held you close as you trembled into each other.

his cum seeping out of your slit at the amount he had. the air around you was hot as he pet you, groping you slightly still as he gushed and cooed at your whimpers. he shuffled a little laying you down on top of him and kicking his feet up as he waited for you to come back to him and out of your newly subby state.

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BREATHE | HENIRICH TREADWAY (18+)

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DAY 4: CHOKING

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

CHOKING, PAIN PLAY, BREATH PLAY, FACE SLAPPING, DOM/SUB RELATIONSHIP.

“fuck, heinrich.” you squealed as he pushed you to the front door of your apartment. you were both clad in fancy clothes. a tuxedo adorning his body and even rings scattered on his fingers. his hand immediately clasped around your throat as his feet kicked yours spread. his fingers squeezed the sides of your throat as you tried to speak out.

“no, no, no, you don’t get to speak,” he taunted. “not after your attention seeking, deciding to tease me.”

his other hand had already creeped between your legs as he pinched your thigh, painfully. your body jerked at the pleasure clouding your brain already as you struggled to breath. his body pushed up close to you, the strength in his arms pulling you up the door to match his height as your legs closed around his thigh. the fingers that had pinched you had already pushed your panties aside, rubbing harsh, fast circles into your clit.

you were getting close way too fast, the teasing in the car had backfired and you’d only turned yourself on as he sped down the roads. he let go slightly, allowing you to breath in the hot air surrounding you both for a few seconds as you let him know you were close. your squealing and fidgeting in his hold made him smirk as he caught on to your advances, his fingers tightening again and pushing your head back as it bumped against the door a little.

“don’t you dare cum.”

he snarled at you, slipping two fingers inside you, continuing his rough pace. you deeply regretted teasing him. you knew the punishment he’d always give you, denial. but after the week your had you knew that pushing him was even worse and your throat would pay the price either way. you debated on disobeying him further, but then you really wouldn’t be able to breathe with your throat stuffed.

“this is what you get for disobeying me, princess.”

he growled, the nickname a mock in the way you’d whined, the hand on your throat left for a few seconds and a sharp slap to your face had you gasping at the demoed pleasure.

“you really don’t deserve to cum. maybe i shouldn’t let you cum tonight, i’m pretty sure whores don’t get to cum.”

his lips curved into a small smirk as he watched your eyes widen again, the laugh at the start of his sentence, making you wetter. your hands reached up to his wrist, clawing at his skin but the pain didn’t affect him. “no! no!” you stuttered out shakily as your legs starts to shake. he laughed at you fucked out expression.

“you’re not even trying to hold it, are you?”

he mocked again. he knew you couldn’t really talk too much since his hand was secured around your throat making it hard to breathe. he cut off your oxygen for a few seconds every minute or so before his digits loosened. he knew you secretly loved it, loved his dominance. you basically asked for it, especially after he warned you to stop teasing him.

“please.” you begged, your pride long gone as you watch his orbs darken. he finally gave up, just wanting to fuck you at this point. he’d had enough of your whines. so his leaned down sucking deep bruises into your delicate skin. your cunt was tightening and pulsing around his fingers, your juices crying and seeking out for more. he licked a hot stripe up to your ear whispering into your ear.

“cum. do it now. fucking cum!“

he squeezed your skin, nipping at that spot on your neck that finally had you cumming. the pleasure extremely overwhelming as his hand loosened, finally allowing you to breathe as you came down form your high. your body sagged against his as he lifted you from the floor and tossed you over his shoulder, walking to your bedroom where you knew he’d really have you choking.

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OML YOUR DOB IMAGINE IS *chefs kiss*. Could you do one with Mitch Rapp? I don't wanna pressure you it's your choice, but if you decide to do it can it be smut?

im a whore for him help

Truthfully, you know better. You really do.

Yet that doesn’t seem to stop you from finding your place in front of Mitch’s door that fateful Saturday night.

You know he’s in there. Heard him come back to the compound an hour or so ago. Had decided then that you wouldn’t let that night mean nothing. That you wouldn’t let what happened in the hallway be forgotten.

For days, you’ve been arguing with yourself that what he said—what he did—was merely the result of increased adrenaline and the thrill of success. That he was drunk. Drunk with power, drunk with alcohol, and drunk with the knowledge that he’d done what couldn’t be done. That’s all it was.

But no matter the excuse you create, you can’t shake the image from your head. Can’t erase the feel of his fingertips. Can’t erase the way he looked at you as you brushed the hair back from his forehead. Can’t erase the way his lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “It’s always been you.”

The next, he’d acted as if it had never happened. As if he’d forgotten.

But it did happen. And you don’t think you’ll ever forget.

With a quick breath, your knuckles rap against the door. You wait for a moment, listening intently for any telltale signs of movement.

You hear the sound of rustling. Perhaps the shift of a sheet. The creak of a mattress.

But no footsteps.

You knock again before calling, “Mitch? It’s me, can we…can we talk?”

Another sound. Deeper. You lean closer, ear pressing to the wood as you attempt to decipher. It’s his voice, you know that much, but you can’t make out what he’s saying. Maybe he’s inviting you in. Maybe he’s inviting you to leave.

You can’t really be sure and the anxious hollow in your stomach merely intensifies with each passing second.

So, with a burst of self-assurance, you straighten up, twist the handle, and thrust the door open.

Your eyes find his first. That soft, golden brown you’re so used to. Comforting, almost. Familiar.

Then, you notice his hair. The way it’s fallen across his forehead, sweaty and disheveled. The way it drapes over his eyebrows as he peers across the room at you.

You notice the slight flush in his cheeks. The heave of his chest. Notice the nakedness of his skin, your gaze traveling down his clenched jaw toward the rapid ripple of his stomach.

And then…you see.

You see his hand, tight around his cock as he pumps up and down in a swift, urgent motion. 

For a moment, you’re not quite sure what to do. What to think. You stand, frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and heart racing as you watch him.

You expect him to stop. To cover. To feel just as startled as you do. 

Yet, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t hide. Doesn’t attempt to excuse it away. Doesn’t even yell at you for coming into his room.

Instead…he groans.

And not the same groan you’re so used to hearing from him. Not a groan of exasperation or disapproval. 

A salacious groan. Lust-filled and needy. So desperate and depraved, you feel the way your stomach flips for an entirely different reason.

Now he’s not the only one flushed.

Your lips part, ready to call his name. Ask him what he’s doing. Maybe apologize for barging in.

And yet, there’s something in his expression that forces your feet to bring you further into the room. Closer to where he sits against the headboard with his legs strewn out before him.

He watches you like a hawk, following the movement as you slowly make your way to the right side of the bed.

You’re desperate to hear that sound again. Desperate to be a part of this moment. With him.

Your eyes flick down to his hand. The veins ever prominent in his arm as he squeezes the tip of his cock. As his head rolls back against the wall behind him and he sucks the air through his teeth in a hiss.

Mesmerized by the drip coating his knuckles, your fingers dance about the air as if reaching out for him.

But you slow, pulling back slightly as you look up. As you search for a sign. Permission. Encouragement.

You haven’t exchanged a single word thus far. And yet you almost know what he’d say even without him ever getting the chance to say it.

And you’re proven correct when your name is whispered from his lips like a promise, pulling you closer until you’re sitting directly next to his leg. 

Your pulse races. Skin hot as you watch him. Entranced by his beauty. By the clench of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes as the pleasure nearly overtakes him.

You’ve reached the point of no return. You don’t imagine you’ll ever forget this moment for the rest of your life. Don’t imagine you’ll ever be able to look at him again and not remember the way he looks like right now.

You don’t even realize that your legs have begun to part, your fingers subconsciously finding their way to your thighs as if desperate for your own relief.

But Mitch notices. Almost immediately. Watching the scratch of your nails along your sweatpants rather anxiously as another soft whine breaks free from his lips.

And before you really have a chance to stop yourself, your hand is slipping beneath the band of your sweats until you feel exactly how aroused you really are by this scene.

Your head drops, chin finding your chest as you take a slow, steady breath. Your touch is light. Quick. Dipping inside for only a moment until you suck in a sharp gasp. 

Mitch shifts beside you, straightening up as his rhythm begins to falter. “Shit…shit, lemme see. Please…please let me see.”

You lean back, palm finding the mattress behind you as you brace yourself and meet his eye.

However, instead of obliging to his request, you smirk, tugging your lip between your teeth as you curl your finger in once more.

Your jaw drops at the sensation. The ache. So sharp and blinding that you can’t resist the soft whimper you exhale.

Mitch’s teeth grit in response as he tugs at his cock once more, the sound clearly doing sinful things to his body and mind.

You tease him a bit more. Merely because you can. Because it’s him. And he so fucking deserves it after everything he’s done.

Your thumb finds your clit, the slightest amount of pressure enough to leave you jolting in response. Hand completely disappearing beneath your sweats as you feel yourself out, desperate for that rush.

“Fuck—” His resolve is crumbling, his motions becoming quick and focused. “Take ‘em off. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Your head shakes fervently, eyes fluttering shut as you indulge in the feel of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Suddenly, however, you feel a tight pressure around your wrist as you glance back up to see his hand, soaked and strained, tugging your arm closer.

You’re pulled forward, eyebrows flying up your forehead as you still about two inches from his face.

His breath, labored and stressed, tickles at the hairs near your cheeks as his dark stare finds yours.

“You’re gonna take them off,” he repeats lowly, and you can feel the chill run down your spine. “And then you’re gonna take me down that pretty little throat.”

You can do nothing but melt into the feel of his rough touch around your hand, so aroused from such a simple action that your brain begins to spin.

“Is that understood?” he asks now before his eyes quickly fall to your lips and you’re left to pant desperately.

You can do nothing but nod, the softest whimper slipping out once he lets go and your chest deflates.

“Good girl,” he murmurs proudly before nodding his chin at you and smirking. “Go on.”

So…

You do.

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For the Team {DYLAN O'BRIEN}

Author's Notes: I wrote this almost one year ago when Dylan turned 30. But those new photos of him at that Mets game sent me searching..so, have this - Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos, Smut*(Teasing, Choking, Some biting, Sub! Dylan ? Yeah, I'll wave that flag, Unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

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Dylan laid on his back, eyes on the ceiling with his hands behind his head while his love rested her head on his chest.

"Do you feel different?" She whispered as she pulled her thigh across his waist, her fingers tracing over his pecs.

"Right now? My heart is racing, and I'm kind of tired again." Dylan smirked as he averted his eyes down to her.

"I meant now that you're 30, Dylan." She laughed as she shifted her body to straddle his hips, her hands on his chest for stability.

"No. Feel the same." Dylan shook his head as he ran his fingers down her bare back, shifting beneath her as he felt her still wet between her legs from their early morning roll around.

"You did wake me up at 6am before a Mets game to have sex." She smiled softly, her index finger running through the small patch of hair between his pecs.

"Trying to make you our good luck charm." Dylan smirked as he placed his hands on her waist and looked over the spattering of love bites and beard scratches on her neck and chest.

"For the whole team? That's a lot of pressure, Dylan." She giggled as he squeezed her sides then pulled his fingers down to her thighs.

"But you're magic. That's why you should come with me today. I know you don't like baseball, which is like your only flaw, but I promise I'll make it fun. I'll buy you beer, whatever you want." Dylan bargained while his fingertips traced small patterns on the tops of her thighs.

"It's so boring, though." She whined as she pressed her hands to his chest, her head tossed back dramatically.

"It is not! You just don't know what's going on. So, I'll educate your fine ass." Dylan laughed as he grabbed her backside and squeezed.

"For you. And because it's your birthday." She replied as she pulled her fingers down his chest.

"Fuck yes! Best birthday ever. Alright. Well, we have to leave in about two hours." Dylan smiled as he flipped her onto her back, positioning himself between her legs.

"Well, I should shower then. I'm all sticky." She grinned as she pressed her thighs to his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"But I like you sticky. You smell like me." Dylan smirked, eyebrows raised as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I can't imagine why." She scoffed as Dylan leaned down to press kisses along her neck, nipping at her skin after each kiss.

"Because you're mine." Dylan muttered against her neck, his tongue brushing over the bruise his teeth had left the night before.

"Dylan!" She gasped as she felt his fingers between her legs, brushing over her wet folds as he sucked a fresh bruise on her neck.

"One more time before we go?" Dylan breathed out before he licked over her broken skin.

"Yeah, baby. It's for the team." She laughed softly as she ran her fingers over the fuzz of his hair.

"Good girl." Dylan muttered against her neck as he slipped two fingers inside of her, pinning her hips down with his left hand while she squirmed.

"Dylan!" She gasped as she wrapped her arms around his neck while he sunk his fingers down to his knuckle, then curled them up.

"That it, honey?" Dylan breathed out as his beard scratched her neck, his fingers tapping that sweet, spongy spot inside of her.

"Yeah! Right there!" She nodded as she clawed his shoulders, spreading her thighs wider for him as she felt her orgasm approach.

"Are you gonna cum, honey?" Dylan muttered as he pressed his forehead to hers while he picked up the pace of his fingers.

"Yeah. M'gonna cum, Dylan." She nodded furiously, eyes wide as he gave a firm tap to her g-spot.

"Good. Cum for me, pretty girl." Dylan smiled as he reached the tip of his middle finger up to brush her spot, exhaling heavily as she came around his fingers and covered his hand in her release.

"Dylaaann." She moaned with a deep scratch to his chest as the aftershock coursed through her body while he pulled his fingers out of her, gently.

"I love you." Dylan muttered as he pressed a kiss to her throat, beard scratching over her soft skin.

"I love you, too." She exhaled as she used all her strength to flip him over to his back, pinning his wrists above his head to the pillows.

"Now what?" Dylan grinned with a raise of his eyebrows as he shifted beneath her. He let her keep his hands over his head, not minding that she had taken control.

"Your turn?" She breathed out as she shifted on top of his hard-on pressed between her thighs, rubbing herself over it.

"Honey.." Dylan grunted with a warning, struggling in her grip as she rubbed her slick folds over his cock. He was surprised at her show of strength when she pinned him back down.

"Keep your hands here, Dylan. Don't make me tie you up." She whispered as she released his wrists then pressed one hand to his chest for leverage while the other grabbed his aching manhood to line it up with her entrance.

"Can I help?" Dylan panted as he gripped the headboard above him, feeling her probe at her entrance with his tip. He wasn't sure if she was struggling with him, or trying to torture him. But he needed it to end.

"Got it. So big, Dylan." She whispered as her lips fell into the most kissable pout and Dylan felt distraught as she sunk down on to him completely.

"Honey, I don't know if I wanna play like this." Dylan breathed out as he rested his hands on the top of his head, and simple watched as his girlfriend rode him in the tiniest little bounces and circles. It was torture, fantastic torture.

"You always make me ride you and..and you just watch. Hands behind your head." She pouted as she pressed her hands to his abs to lift her herself up then drop back down.

"FUCK! I'm still in control then. Can still touch, guide your hips. Honey, go faster. Please." Dylan growled as he looked down to where he was buried inside of her and felt himself twitch. He didn't hate not having control, but he didn't love it either.

"No." She replied simply as she rolled her hips in wide, slow circles. She dropped to her hands above him and watched as his eyes rolled back.

"Can I touch you?" Dylan breathed out as he looked up at her pretty face over his. He let out a soft moan as he felt her muscles quiver around him, and all he wanted to do was put his tongue in her mouth.

"Fine. No spanking, though." She ordered breathlessly as she pressed her fingertips to his throat, choking him ever so gently.

Dylan fucking whined at her orders, but obliged, happy to finally be able to touch his woman as she rode him. He pulled his hands off the top of his head, gave her breasts a quick squeeze before he grabbed her backside with one hand while the other reached down to thumb her clit.

"Since when did my sweet girl start giving me orders, hmm?" Dylan muttered with a heavy breath as he rolled her clit with the pad of his thumb.

"Since it's your birthday, and I want you to cum." She whimpered as her hips chased his thumb as her orgasm approached, her walls squeezing him tighter with each bounce.

"You always make me cum." Dylan smirked as he gave her a firm thrust upwards on her downward bounce, making her eyes roll back.

"I..fuck, baby! I want you to cum how you make me cum." She gasped as he nudged her g-spot, her eyes wide as she gripped his throat.

"That's the beautiful thing about you being a woman. You can take multiple orgasms, and I wanna give them to you." Dylan rasped out with a gentle pinch to her clit to make her cum, smiling as she rode him back and forth to bring him with her.

"My sweet girl, so good tome. M'gonna cum, too. Can you hang on for a second?" Dylan growled as she coated his manhood with her release, his hands reaching for her backside to guide her along his length.

"Fill me up, O'Brien." She whispered as she dropped her head down to his shoulder and let him use her to finish himself off.

Dylan came inside of her with a ragged moan, his fingers keeping a bruising grip on her hips as he bounced her in hips lap.

"Fuuuck, honey. So good to me." Dylan growled as he pawed at her backside as he came down from his high, twitching inside of her.

"I love you, Dylan." She hummed as she kissed his neck.

"I love you more. Mmm. Baseball time?" Dylan mumbled with heavy eyes as she kissed along his neck and traced his hairline under the nape of his neck.

"You still wanna go after that?"

"It's my birthday. And it's for the team, honey." Dylan smirked as he sunk his teeth into her shoulder and playfully smacked her thigh.

She would learn the rules of baseball if it bored her to death. She was their good luck charm.

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Like Blood and a Lemon

Dylan O'brien/ Reader fanfiction | W/c: 14.8k | Warnings: Explicit smut

Based on this ask request: can I request this “alternatively, they’re in a room full of people and somehow only register each other’s presence… one character sneaks away and the other follows and after a little banter they kiss in seclusion” for dylan please?

Um so! here have a whole entire mess of a big old fic? This got SO out of hand y'all, blame Dyl's slut era and my inability to be concise. My first smut in a long while so... Hope it's not too rusty? feedback would mean the world to me ❤️ I really really really hope you enjoy! AHhh 💗😊 (p.s this will be posted to A03 soon to make reading easier but having some technical issues so that may take a little longer cuties) also thank you @theinternetisfulloftrash and @dobrienwrites for the help with idea's/ encouragement and editing 😊😊😊😊😊

You knew he was here. 

You didn’t bother casting your eyes around the dimly lit outdoor space, the heat that prickled along the base of your neck was confirmation enough. You could never really narrow it down as to why his presence was consuming, a pulse in the centre of the room that needled under your skin, ran you hot, every time.  

Your personal running theory was that his big-headed “too cool for every room” attitude was so intensely repulsive that you could physically feel it, like a thick breeze, or more accurately, a bad smell in the air. 

You wrinkled your nose at the thought of his smug stance, hands in pockets and skimming gaze that never regarded anyone properly (he wouldn’t stoop so low as to make eye contact unless he had some biting remark to make to you). You lifted your champagne glass to your lips, letting the bubbled burn that kissed your throat and chest to distract you from the thought.  

The reception was packed; loud music filled the marquee and you enjoyed the moment of reprieve from the endless conversations that the night had been. You took a few steps closer to waist high oversized potted plant used to disguise one of the poles that held up the structure. 

After another long sip from your glass, you placed it down on the edge of the planter, lifted one foot just so to ease the pinch of your heel, rolled your ankle in a few circles to the left and then right before you repeated the same motion with the other foot.

Bridesmaid duties the past six months had been plentiful and consuming, rewarding, and fun… but also draining and expensive. Georgie was a long term friend, a girl you’d met in kindergarten and hadn’t left your side for too long since then. Through university, jobs, living in different states you’d remained close, and the offer to be in her wedding was a joy you couldn't pass up. 

However, helping organise the multiple pre-wedding events, the dress searching, and helping Georgie with any small thing she needed had been very tedious at times and you were looking forward to a weekend with nothing at all planned but a long nap and continuing your Criminal Minds rewatch. 

A small sigh crossed your lips as your hand reached across your body, hooked into the sore muscle of your shoulder and rubbed gently, a circle of your fingers to push the tension away. 

Your hand dragged up your neck and into your hair to pull free the literal handful of pins holding up the draping of your hairstyle. Now that the ceremony and pictures were over, you knew you could let your hair down, literally and metaphorically, and the crown of your head ached at the release. 

Once you’d dropped the pins into the edge of the planter, a promise in your mind to come back for them later, you combed one hand through your hair, took your glass in the other to finish the now somewhat warm champagne. 

The now warm bubbles weren’t as appetising but had helped take the edge of the tingle under your skin, the thrum through your spine, the one that told you he was still here, still near enough you couldn’t ignore it. The feeling was almost too familiar now, the kindling of disdain for the persisting awful company you kept finding yourself in these past six months. 

You reassured yourself it wouldn’t be too long till your girls returned from the bathroom and the chatter of friends would wash out the feeling of him, the anger that kissed at your pulse points in his presence.

The empty glass clinked as you placed it down once more on the wide lip of the concrete planter before your hands came to fuss with and smooth out the fabric of your dress. It was ankle-length and two-toned, the fabric that fit around your chest in a way that complimented the curve of your breasts was a deeper sage green and the length of the fabric from the fitted waist down was an almost pink ivory. 

Georgie may have sent you a little insane when she’d told you she’d rejected the fifth makeup artist she’d trialled and needed you to help her find another, but her persistent nature and attention to detail meant you had a gorgeous dress for the event. 

You sighed and cast your eyes around the space.  Your gaze caught the full and thriving dance floor, watching as women’s hair flowed and bounced, arms waving around their bodies, watched men laugh and push open their suit jackets as they rolled their hips. 

You surveyed the men of the crowd once more, an unconscious appraisal, searching for a glimpse of what if, of a smile worth seeking out later, even just for a dance... to get close- the song changed and bright laughter drew your eyes away. 

Your gaze caught on a couple by the bar; a woman who wouldn't be much older than you in a simple black gown, leant back into the arms of her partner, a tall blond man with kind eyes. 

His arms were bundled around her waist, hand flat near her hip, his wedding ring stark against the dark silk of her dress. They were swaying together now to the swell of music, and you watched as he pressed his mouth to her ear, whispered something that made her giggle again, shoulders arching in as her cheeks scrunched with happiness. 

Her hand met his on the low of her hip, tangled them together and she turned and faced him before she led her man out onto the dancefloor, walking backwards and mouthing the lyrics to him. 

Something blue and warm twisted from under your ribs, your breath caught and you blinked away the intimacy of the witnessed moment. You pressed your fingertips to the crest of your ribs, the soft skin between your breasts as if trying to soothe the invisible ache. You drew a lingering breath in, held it for a moment before you exhaled, let it go.  

Weddings always had a way of doing that, making love feel big, but like this tangible thing just out of reach, if only your arm reached a little bit further it could be yours too. It was the ache of that too always, the way your fingers could never quite wrap around it no matter how you tried. 

A sudden touch to the middle of your back between your shoulders made you jump from your thoughts. Startled, you spun around quickly as a gasp caught in your lips. 

“God touchy much? Jesus, girl, chill out” Dylan’s voice was low and firm, twisted in the usual tone of disdain it always held in your company, complemented by a patronising laugh at the end of his statement. 

You rolled your eyes and your arms crossed your chest as you regarded the man in front of you. 

Even in your heels you had to keep your chin tilted up to keep his gaze and you did so defiantly; you wouldn't give this man any kind of pleasure, even the simple pleasure of letting him think he intimated you with his height. 

“What do you want?” You huffed, straightened your spin to stand at your full height, and watched the smirk that tucked itself into his lips. The honey brown of his eyes appraised you, drew from your head down before his gaze flickered up to catch your own. 

A champagne glass was extended to you and you accepted, careful not to let your manicured hand touch Dylan’s, your brow curled upwards at the surprising gesture.

The glass was cold in your touch and you wished to press it against your neck, where warmth had begun to quell. 

It wasn’t because of Dylan - he didn’t intimidate you, even in the sharp lines of his tux or the fact he was actually keeping your gaze. No, it was just the end of summer and your hair was thick against your neck. 

“God you’d think I’d just offered you a loaded gun. Relax sweetheart, the waitress handed me the extra one to empty her tray and you were the person closest to me, I’m not making a move on you” He grumbled and rolled his eyes, lifted his own glass to his lips to take a long sip. 

You looked away as he swallowed, the line of his throat obnoxious in his tux and the crisp white collar of his shirt. 

You scoffed at his words, looked across at him as you pressed the rim of the glass gently to your bottom lip. The fiery contempt grew hot and frustrated in your chest. You hated that he was so good at pulling this out of you, how he commanded your attention, how you needed to see his discomfort, ached to break that stupid cool guy demeanour... just for once.  

“If that’s your move you might want to work a little harder big boy, no wonder you’re dateless tonight” You hummed and sipped the champagne, cold and crisp like you preferred and you chased the sweet bite of it with a lick of your lips. 

His eyes watched your mouth with a frown and angry curiosity. He had a way of looking at you like that like he needed to tell you off for something, like you personally were responsible for his poor mood. 

You’d seen Dylan be perfectly charming with others but when he engaged with you, it was like he was repulsed; all cut off sentences, short regards or it was digging teases, needling remarks to get under your skin, garnering a reaction. Just a game to win before walking away. 

You hypothesized that he simply wasn’t used to women calling him out on his shit, maybe you were one of the first people to just show him you were so completely disinterested in the 'cool boy' act. 

It was like he expected you to blush and giggle and push at his shoulder, agree with his jokes even when they didn’t really make sense or act interested in the way he’d drone on about some topic like an expert. He regarded you almost like he couldn’t understand you, you didn’t fit his usual script or some precedent he held in his mind. 

“Aw, you've been watching me? Checking I didn’t bring another woman tonight and break your heart?” he asked and you let out a dry cold laugh, swallowing your biting response demanding that of course you weren’t checking. 

You couldn't care less if Dylan was hopelessly dateless or bought a whole entire surprise wife along. It was just that it was hard to picture Dylan without some tall beautiful girl on his arm (as he usually had), if not the same girl he’d brought to the rehearsal dinner. Mainly you had wondered what poor girl he’d drag along to essentially ignore all night, like he tended to do. 

So yes, you’d be surprised to know he hadn’t used his plus one, again, not that you cared, but now you’d have to endure him going all smooth flirt Dylan trying to pick up since he was here alone. 

Before you could reply Dylan was speaking again, taking a step closer, making you tip your head back further to keep his eye contact. 

“Besides, it’s not me being alone tonight you should be worrying about, the whole ‘beautiful bridesmaid all alone at the wedding’ act really isn’t going to do it for most guys” He exhaled, a smug grin on his lips. 

“You know a smile wouldn’t hurt sweetheart, or a laugh... maybe even looking like you actually want to be here” His voice was low and condescending. 

You wanted to tip the end of his champagne glass as he sipped it, make him choke a little and sputter the alcohol all over his tuxedo. 

You swallowed your frustration, not letting him win by seeing your annoyance as you parted your lips and raised the hand not holding your glass to your chest. “Oh, Dyl” you said, paused for dramatic effect, because really- fuck this asshole. 

Telling you to smile more? 

Really? 

He had no idea how much you’d put in to make this day work. 

He would never care to think you’d been up since five, had problem solved a missing garter, sourced cat allergy medication for the bride’s mother and intercepted an uncle that was very much NOT on the guest list. 

Not to mention, you’d done it all with a bright smile on your face and in heels and a dress that while flattering, was tight on your chest with each breath (in truth half your energy had been making sure you didn’t spill out of said dress while running around like a mad woman)

The bastard had probably rolled out of bed after nine, had champagne with the other groomsmen and played video games in his boxers before taking his time to get into his tuxedo. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” your fingers trailed over the top of your breasts, found your gold pendant necklace and fingered the chain, forced yourself not to grin when you watched Dylan’s eyes fall to where you’d drawn his attention.

Boys, they really were so easy. 

“You don’t have to tease me like a lovesick little schoolboy just to tell me that, you know? You can just tell me, I can see how much you want to” You looked at him through your lashes, fluttering them in a few short blinks. 

You let your lips draw into a smile; a sweet grin you’d usually save for a boy you were actually interested in. In this case, playing the role of the coy agreeable girl Dylan always seemed to be frustrated that you weren’t. 

He almost faltered at your words, something in his eyes flickered sharp between blinks before he looked at you once more, eyes dark as he finished his drink, placing it down to the side before he tucked his hands into his pockets. 

Dylan took half a step closer, the corner of his jaw bunched, muscles jumped as he stared, quiet. He let out a soft exhale and his hand came up to touch a strand of hair that had fallen into your eyes, pushing it away as though it had personally wronged him. 

His eyes sharpened on you, a smirk twisted on his lips and he hummed. 

He dropped his hand to your bare shoulder, drew his fingertips along the line of it as he spoke. 

“Oh sweetheart, don’t play a game you’re not ready for” He all but whispered, close enough that the words were held between you like a secret. 

You could feel the heat of his body like this, smell the expensive clean scented cologne he wore, hear the intake of his breath. 

“Why?” You challenged,

“You scared I’ll win?” You continued, Your heart thrummed heavy and fast, the pulse in your neck fluttering under your skin, your throat tightened with a swallow. 

Dylan was close, the closest he’d ever been to you and it was kind of overwhelming - as much as you didn’t want to admit that. He was just all height and man and shoulders and had his intensity focused down on you. 

He smirked and shook his head. Dylan looked at you, brown eyes steeped in consideration and his hand dropped from your shoulder to retreat back into his pocket.  

“Sweetheart, we both know you don’t really wanna win, do you? You just want to make me work hard enough to prove to you I’m worth losing to, until I’m making you beg for me to win” His words were husky, low and deliberate, considering how they fell off his tongue. 

Oh. Beg. 

The heat that bloomed in the low of your stomach at that word surprised you, rushing up the centre of your body; a feeling as if you had missed the last step on a staircase or driven too quickly over a dip in the road. 

You were surprised at the tight pull behind your belly button, the twist of it; the way you wanted for just a moment, the need for more, to agree. It shocked you the way you felt the pull to draw closer, to keep Dylan’s eyes on you.  

He looked at you as his thumb and pointer finger took your chin in his firm hold, keeping you there as he hummed - a throaty sound - as if pleased at some answer he had found from just looking at you. 

“Yeah, thought so” He mumbled the words for himself and drew himself back with two careful steps. 

His eyes gave a heavy lidded blink as if suddenly coming back to himself and a hand reached up, lightly disturbing the handsome set of his styled hair. It was brushed back from his face, light gel holding it back in place, slightly askew now at his touch. 

Dylan’s hand tucked into the pocket of his jacket and pulled a smoke out between his pinched fingers. He lifted it to his mouth as if in reflex, a small frown marring his usual sure gaze, as if troubled by the action of drawing the unlit smoke to his lips. 

Dylan paused before he moved it instead up to be tucked behind his ear. His jaw jumped again as he looked up and past your shoulder, and a typical smug grin grew across his lips. 

His shoulders loosened, a hairline of a frown over his brow before his hand found his previously abandoned glass he collected himself with a sip of champagne. 

“Ladies” Dylan greeted with a nod of his head and you spun around to catch your three friends returning from the bathroom. 

Emily and Annie were a giggling mess half-tucked into each other's arms, fighting about something on the phone held between them. Olive, however, had her eyes sharply on you as she approached, gaze jumped between yourself and Dylan. 

“O'Brien” She nodded in greeting, the other two girls not caring to acknowledge him, tipsy laughter still spilling out from them as they seemed to be drafting a text of some kind, going off their bickering. 

Dylan nodded back, and tilted his glass at Olive in mocked cheers, used to the less than friendly regard. Olive hummed, unimpressed and looked at him blankly for a moment before her arm wrapped around yours, and she leaned against your side, her long hair brushing your bare arm. 

“Honey, Ems is finally texting headboard boy back after- well, you know- and we need your help” She requested and you quickly found the two other girls pressed into your space, a phone being pushed into your hands. 

“Please, come on you know you’re the best at d-” 

“Oooh my god” you laughed brightly, cut off Emily as you shook your head fondly 

“Okay, okay, I can help but I need more champagne” you laughed at your friend's happy little drunk cheers at your agreeance. 

Your cheeks flushed a sudden dark red, heat pricked at the back of your neck and your spine stiffened, the weight of eyes on you. 

You pulled your gaze up from the flurry of your friends, all curled hair and sweet perfumes, long nails pointing at the message. 

The tightness in your spine electrified when your gaze caught Dylan’s. 

He was already watching you with darkened eyes, staring shamelessly. His usual grin was replaced by the line of his firm pressed lips. Your breath caught. 

You raised your brows at him, a slight tilt of your head and a small grin as you glanced up, a silent ask of what he wanted. You waited for a roll of his eyes, a snarky comment before he made his exit to the dance floor. 

However he didn’t surrender; his gaze lingered, dropping over you like heavy rain and you shivered, your nipples pebbling against the satin of your dress. The intention was quiet, heavy and your heart thundered in your chest, you felt caught in his look. 

Your fingers curled tighter around the phone in your hold, and you swallowed thickly, lashes fluttered with a stuttered blink as you fought not to drop your gaze away. Dylan wouldn’t win this little game he’d decided to play, whatever it was, you wouldn’t allow him to. 

Dylan’s lips parted and his tongue brushed the swell of them in a quick pass. His hand reached to part the button of his blazer, hand tucked into his pants pocket. His eyes took you in once more, drew down over your neck shoulders - all of you. 

The familiar smirk grew across his lips once more, and he loitered for a moment longer before he gave a slight shake of his head and turned away from you. Your eyes dropped as soon as he stepped away, heat rushed heavy through your veins, and frustration singed at your pulse points. 

Your skin prickled cold with his absence and you tried to settle into your friend's rapid-fire words that were flurrying around you, tried to follow the words on the screen and make your thumbs coordinate with your brain and friend's suggestions. 

“What was that?” Olive’s voice was a low whisper in your ear and you just shook your head quickly, because... yeah, actually what the fuck was that? 

After another round of drinks and two sent texts later, you found yourself on the dancefloor crowded between Annie and a few unfamiliar faces, happily moving to the thudding bass of the music. 

The pair of you had tucked yourselves deeper into the crowd when you couldn’t chase the feeling of Dylan off your skin. Your body thrummed, your nerves had been awake and unsettled since that weird - moment, whatever you could even label it, and you had a feeling twisted through you that you couldn’t settle.  

The smug fuck probably was somewhere talking his way into some other girl's pants, riding high on making you feel uncomfortable, and teasing you. Dylan seemed to get some specific joy out of toying with you. It was like it was his favourite ego boost to feed off, content with pushing you until you snapped, or ignoring you to assert a feeling of power. 

You turned to face Annie, giggled as she leant back with a shimmy and her hands dragged up to ruffle her own hair. The heat of a body behind you made your pulse quicken, the feeling a man taller and wider than you, until you saw a flash of blond over your shoulder. Something cold bit through you, it wasn't that you wanted it to be Dylan- it was just, you kept expecting him- waiting for the punchline of his intense gaze earlier to be dropped on you. 

Although, for a moment there he’d really looked at you like- you shook your head and closed your eyes, felt large hands fit at your waist and you leant back into the hold, focused on moving to the music and the new body behind you. 

The driving fire in the pit of your stomach felt like a hunger, and you knew it was the lingering need to correct Dylan. To call out the way he had pinned you earlier with his words, spoke to you like he knew you, like he had any reason to be concerned with your satisfaction, like he knew what you wanted, needed, the arrogan fucker. 

He’d addressed you like you were some lost little girl, like you were some fool, like Dylan knew something you didn’t. 

You huffed in frustration at the memory of his smugness; of each moment over the past few months at the events leading up to the wedding itself. The way Dylan would go out of his way to single you out, making a calling comment that drew attention to you in a crowd. Only to then completely ignore you when you attempted to place nice for the sake of your betrothed friends. 

Your mind lingered on the way he’d trotted around beautiful dates to the engagement party and rehearsal dinner, as if they were some accessory, how he’d stare whenever you’d make the effort to speak to them as if affronted you felt you could interact with these women. 

Resentment banded across the line of your shoulders, chest, the intake of your breath rattled with frustration - resentment at yourself for the moment of weakness where you’d craved his approval, his touch when he’d crowded you close. 

You resented the way he made you want him when you couldn’t stand him, the way you felt no better than the other girls he so easily played. 

You squeezed your eyes tightly shut and shook your head, felt your hair stick slightly to the light sheen of sweat on your back from the last hour or so of dancing surrounded by warm bodies. 

You reached a hand back to wrap around the neck of the man who was dancing with you now, body swaying with his. His hands kept a respectful grip on your sides, and you indulged in the contact, the brush of his broad chest against you. 

The music swelled from one song to another, the thrumming beat loud in your ears and you tried to let yourself fall into it, to ignore the pacing of your mind over the one man you didn't want to think about. 

You tipped your head back and let it find the man's shoulder to rest against as you pressed that breath closer, only mildly disappointed when his hands stayed safely above your hips. You’d have let him push it a bit further if he had tried. 

With a rush of body heat, you felt Annie press closer to you suddenly and your eyes fluttered open, her hands took yours in her own and you locked your eyes with hers. She gave an approving little nod as her eyes flickered up to the man pressed to you, a grin on her lips, her silent way of confirming he was hot. 

You let out a bright laugh at your friend’s not so subtle approval, fondness warm for her and returned the wink she sent you as you watched her raise her arms over her head, backing away from you and resume her dancing. 

You closed your eyes once more, more determined than ever to push Dylan from your mind, with a handsome man pressed close, swaying his hips in time with yours. 

Fuck Dylan and his stupid boyish games, and his way of getting in your head and his face, and the way he looked down at you with the width of his shoulders. 

Fuck the way he called you sweetheart, the smell of him, the span of hands, his fingers, the warm honey brown of his eyes-  your groaned  and your brow fell into a light frown, the champagne must have gone to your head. Too much too fast or something. 

Sure… he was obviously handsome, in that way that couldn’t really be ignored, but you’d never thought about him like that, really, you hadn’t. 

(Okay maybe that one time but there was a lot of tequila involved and a mechanical bull and you were sure there wasn't one person in that bar who hadn't been thinking the same thing you had) 

Looks aside, all but completely unconsidered to you, he was just infuriating cocky Dylan, you really didn’t need him to become 'HOT infuriating cocky' Dylan. 

You blinked your eyes open, hoping to catch sight of the waitstaff with a tray of bubbles nearby, just one more glass to clear your head. A distraction. Or maybe something to share with this new stranger, get to know him better. 

Your gaze drew across the busy room, the moving bodies, the bride on top of the groom's shoulders, she laughed loud and bright into the night air the strung up fairy lights reflected off the details of her dress, before they finally settled on the inevitable; on Dylan. 

He was at the edge of the dancefloor, his tuxedo jacket open, the crisp white of his shirt fitted handsomely against his torso. His hands were in his pockets, shoulders relaxed and he was watching. He was watching you, eyes dark and resolute and unmoving, his face relaxed, sure, the set of his jaw certain. 

You stuttered your next breath, a shaky inhale through your nose as you felt the entire weight of his eyes on you, pinning you. Your heels felt bolted to the floor and your knees felt weak, the room fell to a hush around you and your eyes kept in the line of Dylan’s, even as bodies swayed and moved between you he remained, gaze constant. 

Maybe this was his punchline, the way you couldn’t look away from him, the way your heart kicked in a rhythm of “yes”, the way the hands on you felt too big, fingers too thick, grip too heavy, the body behind you all wrong.  

You breathed, and you wanted, and you couldn’t look away. 

Dylan seemed to finally acknowledge that you had met his stare. Who knows how long now he’d been watching you, seemingly without a care for what was happening around him. His lips drew into a small grin, his look knowing. Dylan's eyes gave a small flicker up to the body behind you and his brow frowned, tilting his head back in a small gesture and his lips parted with what you could only assume was a low, clipped laugh. 

“Oh please,” he mouthed, the word steeped with sarcasm even in the silence of it, just in the way you saw his mouth form it. His lips were twisted in distaste, utter disapproval. 

You pressed your lips together and felt the anger that had built in your chest ignite with a deep, drawing inhale, like a flicker of a match in a gasoline wet room your body ran hot - burning. Your fingers curled into fists and you rolled your eyes at him, you wouldn’t let him win, you just couldn’t. 

He didn't give in to your admittedly childish push back; he just shook his head ever so slightly and kept his gaze on you, looking down through the line of his gaze, eyes assured. He had height over you still somehow, even at this distance. 

His hand reached up and he plucked the smoke from behind his ear, pinched it between his thumb and pointer to place it between his lips. The smoke rested there as he pulled a lighter from his trouser pockets, and fidgeted it between his long fingers. He raised his brows at you a final time before he turned his gaze away. 

Dylan lingered a moment longer, allowed you to keep your eyes on him as he turned, and made his way through the crowds and out past the light of the Marquee, till he was just a shadow getting smaller with distance. 

You took a deep breath, paused, placed your hands over the ones on your waist and eased them away in a gentle touch, with a twist of your body you were free and walking out after Dylan.

It didn’t take too long to find him, a straight shot of where he’d exited from the large marquee. The night air was prickling and fresh against your skin and you shivered as you followed a path that led down to a garden on the lower section of the estate. 

The marquee was on the main lawn, overlooked the acreage of the land that sprawled out below it, a smaller garden tucked below the balcony led to by a stone staircase from the upper lawn. 

Most of it wasn't visible from the marquee or main lawn, even where it let out to a sandstone balcony of sorts. You only knew of its existence because the photographer had chosen it as a location for some of the bridal party photos earlier in the day. 

You’d gone on gut feeling he’d be there, the same feeling that told you when you had his gaze, so you were barely surprised when you found him leant against a half stone wall at the edge of the garden, head tilted back as he exhaled smoke into the air. 

He almost looked like a shadow, only illuminated by the bright light of the moon and the fairy lights wrapped through the occasion tree in the garden. He didn’t look at you, but you knew he’d heard you, the sound of your heels against the gravel, knew he’d noticed you from the way his chin turned just slightly towards you before he spoke.  

“You get what you want?” 

His voice washed over you, through you, fuel to the fire and you rolled your eyes, sunk your teeth into your bottom lip and crossed your arms in front of you, a feeble barrier to the way your heart was pounding out of your chest. 

“What do you think?” you asked, surprised at the way your voice carried out just above a whisper. The words had sounded different in your head, stronger, more biting and sarcastic. Off your lips, they had sounded seeking, a question, a surrender. 

Dylan chuckled, gazed at his feet as he shook his head. 

He lifted the cigarette up to his lips and drew in a long pull, dropped it away from his lips and held the smoke for a beat. He looked at you and smirked. 

Faint smoke bloomed from his nostrils as he exhaled shortly before he blew the rest from between his pursed lips as he watched you, and his finger tapped the cigarette to let the ash fall by his feet. 

“You’re out here with me, so no, I don’t think he was giving you anything close to what you want” Dylan said and licked his lips. 

Heat pulsed in your chest, through the centre of you, your arms dropped to your sides and a shiver rushed through you that you did your best to suppress. 

“You were the one who couldn’t seem to look away” you retorted, the words soft once more, lacking the heat of your intention. 

Dylan hummed and nodded, a simple shrug of his shoulder, as if surrendering to the accusation. 

Dylan took a short draw and exhale of the cigarette and then three steps closer to you, until you could see the slightest shadow of stubble that had begun to push through from his clean shave for the event. 

He dropped the smoke to the floor between you, stepped on it with the sole of his dress shoe as he moved closer still. His hand raised to take your cheek in his hand, the depth of his eyes on you. 

“Oh baby, why would I look away when you look so pretty pretending you don’t know what you need is right in front of you” Dylan’s voice was a low rumble and his breath smelt of cigarettes and champagne, the smallest hint of mint under it all. 

His thumb drew down over your cheek in a tender brush, till the pad of it came to rest to the left of the pout of your lips. 

“Watching you dance in that dress, remembering the way you looked when I told you I knew you wanted to beg me, it was hard not to watch” Dylan’s eyes were sinister, heavy and the intention in the depths of them made your breath quiver. 

You felt your chin tilt up just so, goosebumps bloomed up your neck from his simple touch, the way your chest pressed against the fitted fabric of your dress with each inhale. 

“You snobby, egotistical, entitled little brat... thinking you can just talk to me like that, like you know me, like you have some right to me! Toying with women for the ego boost, all these big words but when it comes down to it I doubt you can even m-” 

The fingers that had been resting lightly on your cheek dug in, thumb moved to the other side of your cheek and gripped just enough for your lips to purse, words cut off with a short inhale of surprise. 

He cut you off with a low whisper of your name - a warning? a question? A tease? you couldn't tell. 

He repeated it once more and you felt his exhale against your lips, his head bowed closer until your eyes closed without thought, heart hammering somewhere heavy in your throat. 

“Be nice” he whispered. 

Dylan let out a soft sound from the back of his throat, an exhale passed between you two and then he was closer still, and then Dylan was kissing you. 

The press of Dylan’s lips against yours was rough and consuming, a dry pressure of lips to yours, a hint of the taste of him before a rasp of stubble with the tilt of his head.  His thumb took your chin, slid up under your bottom lip to tug down just slightly, just enough to keep your lips parted, before his tongue wet and warm licked into your mouth. 

If you thought you’d been on fire before you didn’t know how to describe the way Dylan’s touch had consumed you. 

Not fire, not now, not something eating and destroying. It was like Dylan had let waves build inside of you, like your body was the weight of the tide, twisting deep ocean pull that dragged you under, softened the sound of the world to your ears. 

It was only a tease of the tongue before he drew back, lips brushed yours as he lingered. His arm wrapped tight around your waist and pulled you in firmly, bodies drew together until your breasts were pressed to his chest and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his breathing. 

“Be nice” he repeated, a mutter against your lips and let out a short exhale before he was kissing you deep and dirty, licking into your mouth in a way that made your head spin, your pulse kicking in your throat. 

You shivered and let him kiss the breath out of you; let his hands hold you up, let him press your hips together and make your mind wash blank.

Dylan. Dylan’s hands on your body. Dylan kissing you like he couldn’t breathe without your mouth. Dylan making you want to beg for more, like he’d so smugly bragged to you. 

You pulled back suddenly with the thought, the slick sound of your lips parting loud in the night and you were breathless, panting, as you spoke low and rushed.

“This doesn’t mean- you don’t, just because we, I still can’t stand you or your ego, you’re still a-” Dylan cut you off with a low huff, his hands gripped you tighter, pulled you closer and he kissed you just once, a comsuimg wet brush of lips. 

“What did I say baby? Be nice, for just a little bit, I know you can be. Don’t you want to be good for me, if I make it good for you? Let me give you what you deserve” He spoke low and husky and something within you sprung loose, like a wound up coil that slipped. Dylan was under your skin and you wanted him inside you too, you wanted him to drive his body into yours and make good on the long looks and promises, you wanted him to prove it. 

You wanted him, and you weren’t strong enough to stop yourself any longer. 

The waves that he’d filled you with were breaking over each other - the white wash buzzing through your veins as you pushed onto your toes and wrapped your arms around Dylan’s neck, pulling him into you. 

Your lips met again, feverish and hot, Dylan’s hand slid from your waist to the low of your back, fingers fisted the satin of your dress as he pressed you closer still, your hips formed to his. 

His other hand found the back of your neck, fingers pushed up into your hair and held your head in place and angled it for himself as he curled his body down over you to kiss you deeper, making up for the way he towered over you. 

He pressed closer still, moving into you and your back arched as you keened up into the warmth of Dylan’s body, on the high of your toes with your head tipped back to keep the kiss going. 

You wavered, almost stumbled when Dylan’s hand found your arse; skimming over it with an open palm before he gripped gently, an appreciative groan ripped from his throat. Your heart pulsed at the needing sound, and your belly hollowed with a shaking breath between parted lips before you kissed again, chasing the taste of him. 

Dylan’s other hand moved from the back of your neck to the front of it, the pad of his thumb found the hollow of your throat and strummed a single touch that made goosebumps rush down your arms, your nipples peaking. 

You pulled back from Dylan, drew in a shaking breath and watched the determined furrow of his brow before his face was tucked against the curve of your neck, lips kissing between gentle grazes of teeth, mapping the skin. 

You whimpered and your feet stumbled again, swayed with the weight of Dylan pressing into you, the way his hands pulled and his body dove into yours at the same time. He grunted into your skin and both his hands moved quickly to your hips, turned with you and between a kiss to your neck and his teeth on your earlobe your back was pressed to the stone wall he’d been leant against earlier.  

The support of the wall had you back on your toes, your hand found the back of Dylan’s head to pull him away from your neck. Breathless, and the skin of your neck tingling from his attention you leant up to him again, seeking his mouth. 

He paused before you could meet and licked his lips, one hand on your cheek. 

“Alright?” he asked, the hand on your hip squeezing as he crowded you against the wall, body hot and pressed completely to yours. 

You nodded, distracted, wanting his mouth and not thinking much past it, the wall had stopped the weakness of your knees, allowed Dylan to press closer still and that was all that mattered. You tilted your head back and parted your lips just so, leaned up silently asking for him to bridge the distance, to come back to you and keep kissing you. 

He dipped closer but not close enough and you bit back a whine that was climbing up your throat. 

“What?” You snapped at him instead, brow raised. 

“I want to hear you say it, not just a nod... all of this alright?” Dylan asked in a whisper and you ignored the sweet pinch in your chest. 

“I thought you promised to give me what I need?” You replied, flushed at the notion of telling Dylan you wanted him, this, showing him was one thing, but admitting was another. 

“Don’t do that, tell me” Dylan breathed, ignored your attempt at distraction, didn’t take the bait, the fight you wanted. 

“Dylan” you mumbled 

He smirked and his lips pressed to the right of your mouth, a soft kiss that he trailed across your cheek and to the hinge of your jaw, till his lips were against your ear. 

His hand found the dip of your waist, fingers drew till his thumb found the space between your breasts, his fingers resting against the skin just below the curve of it.  

“Come on, just tell me... tell me and then it's yours, baby, tell me you want this with me and I won’t stop unless you say. I’ll work you till you're finally satisfied. If you let me... want me… I need you on me until we can’t anymore; so just tell me.” Dylan breathed

You bit back another whine that fought at your lips and you nodded quickly, shivered when his teeth bit into the side of your neck and sucked the skin briefly before he let it go. 

“Dylan, please, I want you, I want you to touch me, make me feel good just- come on, kiss me” Your hands gripped at Dylan’s shoulders and pulled and he finally gave in. 

Dylan's hand fell to your hip, dragging you into him as your mouths met hotly again. A sigh of relief passed your lips and your fingers found their way into his hair and they gripped, rough when his tongue licked hotly over yours. 

His fingers gripped at your hip and then found your thigh, lifted it to fit around his waist, anchoring you to his body as he pressed in closer, until your lower back was flush with the wall behind you. You were trapped between the solid line of the wall and the firmness of Dylan. 

Your hand twisted in the front of his shirt as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, you shuddered into him and the ocean in your stomach rolled in steady crashing waves, over and over, coming into the shore. 

Dylan’s hand pushed up from between your breasts and found the strap of your dress, slipped his fingers underneath and wound it in his grip till the fabric was even tighter against your breasts. 

He pulled away breathless, pressed his forehead to yours and stared down at the thin strap he was holding, shook his head as his gaze drew to the curve of your cleavage. He twisted the strap tighter again, made your breast lift, push up just over the cup of the dress. 

“Fucking, driving me, crazy, these tiny straps” he gritted out, shook his head and a familiar look of frustration crossed his face, but it felt totally different now, the thundering look on his eyes when his hands were gripping you greedily. 

“All fuckin’ night just these tiny little straps” he cursed under his breath, shook his head as his fingers eased the strap out of his touch and let it lay back against your skin. 

He skimmed his fingers across the top of your chest, and his mouth was soon to follow the path of his fingers. He sucked hungry kisses from your shoulder to your chest, wet drags of lips and occasional slip of greedy tongue on your skin. 

Dylan all but nuzzled his cheek against your left breast as one hand found the strap again, slipped it off your shoulder and you felt it fall down the outside of your arm. His fingers brushed the bare skin before he made quick work of the other strap, both hands coming up to free your arms from the straps. 

“Couldn’t stop looking at you all day, all fucking day, you in this dress, the fucking devil I swear, should have had my hands on you all night, all day, you let me have you and I would never last without having my hands on you like this” His voice was strung out, wanting. 

His hand found your thigh once more, tugged you in tighter until the hardness pressing against his pants found the heat of you covered by the thin fabric of your panties. Even though the fabric, the promise of him had you clenching, electricity wound tight from behind your belly button and pulsed up through your chest. 

Your hips rocked to find the weight of him once more, a rush of friction that made you shiver, his fingers digging into your thigh until his nails stung you. You gasped and your head fell back just as Dylan’s fingers hooked into the fabric where it met between your breasts and tugged down with a rough grip, until the fitted fabric was underneath them, and the your breasts were exposed, your nipples pebbling harder in the cold night air. Dylan’s hand cupped you, thumb found your nipple and drew over it as his mouth found the other breast, kissing at the newly exposed skin “Pretty fucking girl, pretty fucking tits” He muttered hotly into the skin.   

Your shoulders quivered with the shake that zapped through the centre of your body, the way your core twisted with divine pleasure at the tortured sounding compliment. His lips tongue and teeth made work of your skin still he found your nipple and kissed the bud of it, sucked at it gently until you gasped and arched your back, a hand fell to his head to hold him there. 

He groaned in response, sucked and licked the flat of his tongue in a greedy taste of you, made the skin ache in his mouth until his teeth sunk in to soothe it, grazed down til his teeth found the bud of your nipple and bit, tugged in a way that made you swear, nails dug into the back of his head. 

“Dylan” you whimpered, unable to help the plea of his name, the way his mouth devouring your breasts made you roll your hips, the pulse of your clit heady and wanting in the depth of you, chasing pressure, touch. 

Your cunt pressed hot against the shape of his full cock in his pants, and the contact was an immediate craving you ached to satiate, you needed, needed. His hand dropped from your breast, mouth moved to the other, not yet wet from his saliva, not bearing the marks of his teeth. 

His now free hand quickly found the swell of your ass, took a handful and wound your waist down onto him, giving you the rush of friction that made your mouth drop open in a punched out gasp. 

“Yes” the word was barely spoken, mouthed as you dropped your head forward, cheek pressed to of Dylan’s hair. 

“Yes, so good, you’re so good” 

Dylan muttered, punctuated the words with small pressing thrusts of his hips into yours, little rolls of his hips that let you feel the shape of him, the head of his cock where it was thicker, the length of it all. 

You ached, your stomach twisted sharply with need and your cunt throbbed desperately in your panties, a small gush of wetness dampening them now, with the way Dylan was roughly riding himself against you. 

“God, god” Dylan praised hotly under his breath between kissing at the skin between your breasts and his hand pulled you tighter to him, gripped your ass, keeping your body anchored to his, the pressing of your hips a rhythmic crash, the ache between you thick and growing. 

You whined when his fingers found your breast once more, pinched at your nipple as his mouth took yours, wet and hot, tongue searching. you hooked your leg tighter around your hip as he continued to drive your body into the wall, the fabric of your dress catching on the stones behind you. 

You slipped a hand down toward the heat of your bodies, where you were pressed close and tried to blindly find the button of Dylan’s slacks, interrupted by his belt, you wanted more, you needed skin, touch, you needed him to give you more. 

“More” You whispered into his mouth between dizzying kisses, hand fumbled at his waistband, drunk in your hunger for him. 

“Dyl” You muttered out of frustration, found the shape of him hot and thick over the fabric of his trousers, your palm cradled him, fingers massaging, grasping.

Your other hand slipped down and found his belt, tugged at the thick leather and tried to feed it through the loop only for your fingers to catch and stumble over it. Dylan’s hand found yours, laced your fingers with his and drew it up tp place your hand on his chest. 

“Like this” he muttered and bit his way down past your chin to your throat, kissing and sucking wetly at your skin. His hands gripped tight to your lower back and ass, encouraged the roll of your hips into him once more, shifted you to fit his thigh between your legs. 

He tugged your body down with the next drag of your hips and you gasped wetly, at the pressure of his muscular thigh against your aching center. You hiccuped a breath at the heat that pulsed through you, stars began to shiver behind your eyelids. 

“There we go” He breathed, his voice thick with satisfaction as you half opened your eyes, a dazed blink that caught his gaze on you, dark and heavy and hot. You whined, barred your hips down over and over in small rocks that had the dampness of your panties dragging against the slightly rough fabric of his suit pant leg. 

“That’s it baby” He encouraged and you shivered, his hand gripped your ass before letting his palm flatten, pulled you in and down at the same time he pushed his thigh up. The pressure made your hands fist in the front of his dress shirt, pull at the neatly pressed white material and bunched it thickly until it untucked from his pants all together. 

He pulled your whining mouth back to his own, licked into it in a claiming kiss, kissing you soundly until you had to pull away for a hiccuped breath as you wove your hips in a hungry figure eight. 

The night air was heavy around you, hot and holding you up, you felt draped across it breathless and needing. 

On the next roll of hips, you drew yourself closer, shifted and hooked your leg higher over Dylan’s waist until the heat of your cunt pressed itself to the heft of his bulge once more. 

“No, like this” You whispered, arched your back to press your cunt harder to him, small rocking thrusts of your hips that had you aching for him, had you empty and needing

Dylan groaned low and throaty and with a breath his hand was pressed between you two, cupping your cunt, thumb drawing over the fabric of your panties in a soft fidget like he couldn’t help himself.

“Fuck, sweetheart you wanna give me this so bad, don’t you? You’d let me fuck you right here against this wall, get you on my cock and chase away the ache huh? You’d let me make a mess of you right here baby I know you would let me- god” 

His words choked off with desire and he kissed you with a firm press of lips before he softened, sucked gently at your bottom lip as he kissed you, slowly tonguing you.

You flushed hot at the words, breath rasping as your thighs squeezed, you would- you wanted. 

He pulled away at the same time his thumb began to rub teasingly light circles over the centre of you. 

“Oh baby, you just wanna be good for me and take my cock, don’t you? Want us both to feel good, can feel you’re already wet for me, god” Dylan sounded torn as his thumb found the edge of your panties, eased into the heat of it, found the slickness of you in a feather-light touch. 

You nodded shakily, pushed your hips into his touches, impatient. 

“Can’t fuck you here though baby” he whispered, voice sweet like a secret in the night air, words kind and low, curling around you. 

“I can’t, not against this wall, gotta do you on a bed sweetheart like you deserve” 

Frustration twisted sharp it the center of you, at the notion of the loss of his touch, of him playing games again.

“Don’t give me that bull- oh” your words fluttered at the feeling of the pad of his thumb gently caressing the tender skin of where your thigh met the hottest part of you. 

“That bullshit, Dylan, I’m not some little princess, I know what I want Dylan I want you, I want you to fuck me, I want you cock inside me, out here against this wall, I don’t care, I don’t need a bed” you pressed closer to him with the words, kissed your way across his jaw to his hot mouth, sucked at his bottom lip until his mouth parted and he kissed back, his hands gripped you tighter. 

Yes yes yes you thought, finally, he’d give you what you wanted. 

Just as you went to adjust your hips to help his thumb find you properly, touch you how you wanted, Dylan pulled back from the kiss and his thumb pulled away to lay over your panties once more. 

He shook his head tightly in reply, caught your jaw in his fingers and held you still, looked at you with dark eyes, as if considering you, fighting himself on something, weighing out the option.  

“Dylan” you whispered, asked, pressed yourself to his body, bare breasts warm against the rough brush of his dress shirt. He shook his head and your lips parted to argue with him once more, scared he’d deny this again, deny what you both needed, but he was quick to delve back in to kiss you hotly. He took your mouth for himself his fingers resumed his teasing over the fabric covering your pussy from him. 

“No I can’t, god baby-” he cut himself off with a huff, his forehead pressed to yours, his hot breath against your lips, pressed closer to you in a way that made your legs part further, the centre of you aching. 

“I won’t be able to hold back when I’m inside you sweetheart, I won’t trust myself be careful with you- Need somewhere soft and warm to pin you down and ruin you don’t I? Need something I can press you into, not gonna hurt you. Not unless you want it from me” he rambled and his cupped fingers tapped a soft smack over your pussy, lingered before he smacked it once more before his thumb smoothed down, soothing. 

Your cunt clenched at the touch, his words and you tightened around the emptiness inside you, wetness blooming further into the soft white fabric Dylan was toying with. 

“God fine. But Dylan, please- then, I want” you gasp, tears pinch your eyes and you needed it, you ached with it you can't pull yourself away, not now not when he’s got his fingers so close to taking you, not when you’ve got the promise of him under you. 

He can’t be asking you to stop now, he can’t be saying he can’t do this here not when he’s driven his body into yours like this, shipwrecked you in his hands, halfway taken apart by him. 

Your hips chase up into his touch, greedy and you nod almost desperately when he finally presses his fingers just hard enough to make electricity throb from your clit, your pussy swollen with its desire, blooming under his touch. 

“Yes, yes I want that” you mumbled, a shaky breath as his fingers gentle circled, the friction hot and barely satiating but enough to help the ache of your whole body. 

“Oh baby” he whispered, and a hand found your winding hips, gripped them still as his fingers found the edge of your panties and pulled the fabric down till his, fingertips finally found the wet heat of your pussy. 

You whimpered, arms wrapped around his neck and a hand gripped to the back of his neck, nails biting. “Dylan” 

“Wet, so pretty and wet” Dylan said under his breath, stared down where his hand was taking you, watched his own finger as he parted the folds of you, just enough to make you feel emptier somehow, aching. 

“You need this, don’t you? Need me to make it better, feel you- Can’t just let me try and treat you right can you? Pushing this pussy against me, begging me to fit this cock into you, like it's not all I can think about- can’t let me do this right, fuck” Dylan gruffed out and you shook your head. 

You bit your bottom lip sharply, blood rushed your ears and you wanted to smack the side of his handsome head, his fingers were so close to where you wanted them, you just needed to be full of him. 

“Never made it easy for you, m’not gonna start now” You breathed, reached down and found Dylan’s wrist, fingers wrapped around it as if you could urge him closer, but Dylan resisted your touch easily, kept his fingers determined in the barely-there strokes over you.  

“You fucking impossible woman” Dylan’s voice was a whisper and he shook his head before one of his fingers pushed inside you to his knuckle. He let you adjust with one breath before he drew back and pushed back inside with a second finger tucked beside it, till they sat at the hilt in your pulsing wetness. 

“Fuck” you bit off in a whimper, “oh my god fuck Dylan” you mumbled, your cunt tightned around him, breath trembled through your body as pleasure hollowed your stomach. 

“Beautiful, impossible woman” he uttered, voice broken and a little depraved like pushing inside of you had pulled him open as well. 

He let out a soft sound, somewhere in his throat and his fingers tucked up in a loose curl, the pads of his fingers gently stroked inside where they met the heat of your walls. 

“Oh” You whimpered, voicy pitching and your head fell back, suddenly too heavy with pleasure to hold up again longer and hit the wall behind you with a thunk, your ears washed with the sound of your heartbeat and your cunt clenched, arms tightening around Dylan’s neck. 

A soft mewl passed your lips and your head pressed back against the stones as your body tried to squirm out of the pleasure that was aching through you, from your knees to your stomach to the arches of your feet. You felt your cheeks flushed hot, your body on fire as you stumbled over your breaths. 

“There we go” Dylan breathed, his breath against your ear as his cheek pressed to yours, hand moved to your neck, up to the base of your skull, found it’s way between your head and the wall and cradled it in his hold. 

“Take it so well, don’t you” His voice was low, hot and you were melting in his arms. His two fingers crooked steadily in their position inside you, pressed deep and firm and hot, over and over again pulsing pleasure heavy and thick through your veins like honey. 

“More ” You mumbled and rocked your hips down, taking, and tightened your arm around Dylan’s neck as your body weakened under his touch, hazily chasing the pleasure. 

“More” you moaned again, arm tugged at Dylans neck, thigh squeezed at his side when he didn’t change the steady pace of his fingers.  

“Be. nice.” Dylan answered. 

“Trouble being good even when I’ve got two fingers in your cunt hm? Know you can be good sweetheart, don’t you wanna be good for me? I can give you what you need if you’re a good girl” he pulled back to look at you as he spoke, your eyes half lidded as you struggled to watch him, thick pleasure drawing you down, a heavy weight pitching you on the width of Dylan’s fingers, anchored to where he touched you. 

“Oh you do wanna be a good girl, don’t you, felt the way you got so nice and tight around my fingers when I said that hmm, you like that don’t you sweetheart” he whispered and your body trembled, nipples hardened tight and you tipped your head further back, into the weight of Dylan’s palm, the grip of his long fingers in your hair. 

He smirked before his mouth found your tits again, lips teeth and tongue praised the skin, wet kisses and pulling bites, a small bruise that bloomed half over your nipple before he finally released you from the bite of his teeth. 

You whined, fingers scrambled as they buried into Dylan’s hair, gripped sharply and twisted, held him to your chest. Your thigh trembled as you fought to hitch it higher over Dylan’s hip, opening yourself to him further, giving him all of you, whatever he wanted. 

Dylan hummed against your tits, small greedy kisses as his fingers drew out briefly only to press back in, now three fingers wide, drew out again as he started a steady rhythm fucking you on his hand. 

Your breath punched out in a broken whine, and your head dropped back like a puppet who’s strings had been cut, the full weight of your head now cradled in Dylan’s hand. He released your tits from his lips with a slick sound, pressed your bodies tightly together and gazed at you as his fingers fucked you. 

“I know, I know” Dylan’s voice soothed and lips were soon on yours, his grip tilted your head up so he could meet your mouth and you kissed him with the need his fingers were fucking into you. 

Starlight kissed and burned at your pulse points, your wrists, arms, neck, the tender skin where your thigh met the centre of you, hot licks of joy eating you as he drove his fingers into you over and over and over. 

Dylan was knuckle deep and the thrusting of his fingers paused, went back the filthy curl of fingers, three wide in the deepest part of you he could reach. Your breath quivered, hands slipped from his hair, around his neck and down his shoulders, pulling at him, gripping whatever you could take, touching as you let your body dissolve into heat and pure pleasure, a livewire tangled in his man. 

Dylan swayed forward suddenly as a distant murmur of voices and laughter from above you washed out into the night air. He pressed as close as possible, eyes sharp and body still as he listened, the gentle fucks of his fingers slower now, but the only part of his attention you still held. His eyes stayed stuck on the small lip of balcony you could see to the left of you, you were almost under it, mostly out of sight from where it looked out but not entirely. 

You watched his jaw jump thickly and you leant in to kiss the flexing muscle, nuzzle at his flushed red cheeks. With his face turned the light of the moon better illuminated his swollen lips, the blotching heat of his face, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, he looked ruined, ruining you. 

You whimpered and kissed at his jaw again, hands pulled at him at a silent request to come back to you. 

“Shh” Dylan cooed and his hand guided your head into the curve of his neck, fingers somehow found themselves even deeper inside you, the steady curls of his fingers deep and persistent in a way that made your legs shake as you let him tuck you into his frame. 

One of your hands slipped to the front of his shirt, greedily tugged at his bow tie and top button until you could release them and found the warm skin with your mouth, nuzzled at it as Dylan fucked you deep and achingly slow on his fingertips. 

“Shh, shh” He cooed again as a loud laugh from above rung out, and he shifted the pair of you closer to the wall and oh god. Your legs trembled as you had to fight to stay on your feet, the hand around Dylan’s neck gripped to try hold you up, a soft cry passed you lips, a half sounding sob as you nodded desperately into the heat of his throat. 

“There, there there there” You rambled breathlessly as the hand at Dylan’s chest fell to the hand that was filling you, wrapped a death grip around his wrist. The shift of your bodies had sent Dylan’s fingers just the right amount to the left to be pressed to the pad of pleasure deep inside you, where you ached most to feel full. 

Dylan drew back just enough to press your forehead to yours, panting chests pressed together and he let out a soft sound and kissed at your lips in hungry soft pecks, drags of lips wet and warm. “There baby? Right where you need it huh?” Dylan whispered, and you could barely nod before his fingers began to curl in quick, sure fucks, deep lingering presses of fingertips to that one spot that set your whole body alight. Your chest was caving in with every deep breath while your stomach bloomed with crashing waves of pleasure, so heavy and so good you could feel it even behind your eyelids, pleasure like a light pushing up out of you 

“Dylan, yes. Please I-” Your breath hiccupped and you felt you cunt tighten around him, a hungry pull of your body somehow still demanding more. 

“Shhh baby gotta be quiet or they’ll hear us” Dylan tucked your face back into his neck as his fingers soaked in the heat of you, the wet sucking sound of your tightness around him quiet between your bodies. 

You nodded desperately, willing to comply as so long as he never stopped that perfect curl og his fingers. Your body no longer felt like your own, a hot point wound tight, an ocean during a storm, something that you were hopeless to hold yourself up against. 

Your legs trembled with the effort to keep yourself standing and the thought of anything but the fit of dylan’s fingers inside you whited out with every thick pulse of pleasure the curl of his digits pushed through you. 

The voices must have faded out (something your pleasure drenched mind couldn’t even think to be aware of) signaling that you were alone once more because between breaths Dylan pulled you back from his neck, kissed you hungrily before he began to speak low and desperate between your mouths. 

“Good fucking girl, you can be so good can’t you, when you’re getting what you need hm?” his voice was rasping, breathless and his hand gripped tighter in your hair, a fist that made your scalp burn. 

“So good drenching my fingers, wetting my palm with this perfect little cunt” his words made you whine, your fingers dug into the hold you had on his wrist, whole body trembling with it now. 

“Imagine how pretty it will be when its my cock huh? How gorgeous you’ll be taking it,  all wet and hot around me, fuck baby, I know how bad you need that, I need it too, beautiful I need to feel you too- fuck” Dylan rambled, voice low and hugry and you nodded, nodded and fought to try keep your eyes open and watching him as he reduced you to the pleasure hot and throbbing from between your legs. 

“Getting close aren’t you? I can feel it, not gonna stop till I feel you come for me, Want it, want you to come on my fingers, give me that baby can’t you? Show me how good it feels” Dylan encouraged and you nodded feverishly, tilted your head in a blind mission for his mouth, which he was quick to meet you in. 

“Close- close but I” Your breath hitched and tears threatened the edges of your eyes, the pleasure wa so hot and consuming and your orgasm was right there, you could feel it just under each breath but something kept you dangling just above it. 

“Tell me what you need, tell me how I give you this sweetheart, fuck you’re so- wet.” His voice broke over the last word, rasping between messy kisses. 

“Come on baby tell me” He whispered, slowed his fingers to long, deep winding rubs, forced your eyes open with the ebbing of your pleasure. 

“Tell me” he grunted out again, voice a command, not a question. 

“More- I need, I don’t know, I” your breath caught as your mind tried to find what your body wanted, what it needed in the sea of pleasure consuming you to finally pull you under, rolll and toss your body with its peak. 

“Closer- harder, just, more, I don’t know” You asked, and he nodded, pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and hummed. 

“Please” you asked, a small roll of your hips down, chasing. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl telling me, I’ve got you” Dylan breathed and began the curl of his fingers again, but now slow and steady, a slight rock to his fingers as he thrust them just so with each curl. 

“Touch your clit for me baby, do yourself how you like it best, be good and touch, want you to show me” Your fingers found your wetness as Dylan spoke, eager to comply, eager to come. 

Your pointer and middle finger found the most sensitive part of you, slipped in the wetness of your pussy to work small tight coils against the red cherry of your clit. Your eyes fell shut with the pleasure that rushed you, toes curled with it and your breath hitched as you drew in fast shaking breaths. 

“There we go, there we go” Dylan praised, his lips kissed hungrily at your cheeks, jaw, neck, down to your chest. 

“So beautiful, keep going, you’re doing so well, making yourself feel so good and I can feel it, feel you on my fingers, driving me crazy. Fuck” Dylan’s voice was a haze around you, your nipples hardened and you clenched tighter around Dylan. 

Your body ached, trembled ad you tried to stay upright, you felt lost in the pleasure, even with the wall pressed into your back, the way Dylan’s chest was against yours, you wanted- you needed him closer still, you wanted to feel him all over you, you ached to be under him, wanted to feel him hold you down as he made your body fall apart. 

“Dylan” you didn’t know what you were asking, legs shook as you tried to get closer to him, your leg tightened around Dylan’s hip. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, don’t worry, keep going baby” He whispered, his hand moved from the back of your head, slid down and around to the front of your neck, where he could no doubt feel the hummingbird flutter of your pulse on the side of your throat in the cup of his palm. 

His fingers lay gently against the side of your neck, goosebumps prickling down your arms, your heart hammered so hard it felt like a drum beat shattering through you with each pulse. His hand spread until his thumb found the hollow of your throat, a light touch that he dragged up before he curled his thumb across to tuck under the line of your jaw. 

Your eyes fell shut and you tilted your head back, offered more of your neck to Dylan as your mind fogged with want, a soft moan passed your lips, a shiver rocked you in the simple way he was holding you, the way you felt the curve of his hand with each breath you pulled in. 

“Oh baby” Dylan breathed and smiled, like you’d confessed something he’d been waiting to hear. 

“Gotta make me take it from you huh? Can’t just give it to me I gotta earn it from you huh?” He breathed and you were weak to do anything but listen, your fingers working your clit greedily, messy wet slips of your fingers that had you tightening around Dylan. 

“You pinch my wrist if its too much hm? If you wanna stop ok?” Dylan asked and you nodded, willing to take what Dylan wanted to give you, desperate to cum. 

“Hey, look at me” he spoke and you sighed, focused n chasing your orgasm, feeling it close in the way your pussy was gripping Dylan’s fingers, the way the pleasure was shimmering hotter behind your bellybutton, so close just out of your grip. 

His fingers paused suddenly and you wanted to cry, eyes pulled open in a desperate blink and you look at him hazily, brow crumpled in a frown at the loss of pleasure. 

“I know, I know, listen okay and then I promise I wont stop, I’ll keep going, make you soak my fingers and come so hard you only know my name okay?” 

You nodded, desperately and Dylan repeated his earlier instructions. “Pinch my wrist if you want to stop okay?” he asked and you shivered at the promise of it, of what was to come. 

You nodded, understanding now what he was asking, hand on your throat, eyes black with desire as he looked at you. 

“Yes, ok, pinch your wrist, I’m being good I’m listening, now Dylan, please” You begged, felt your voice waver with your desperation. 

“Please I want to come” You whispered, face flushed and lashes heavy as you gazed at Dylan, the hand not working your clit came up to Dylan’s cheek, leant into him and kissed him soft and slow, breathing into his mouth between wet kisses, tongue tasting his. 

“Please” you muttered again and Dylan nodded, kissing you so deeply your head tilted back with the depth of it. You cried out against his lips when his fingers finally went back to fucking you, quick deep thrusts of his three fingers, the wet sound of your body as his skin met yours over and over. 

“Yes, yes its so good, so good” You gasped out, began to tremble as your increased the pace of your own fingers, tight circles over your swollen clit, so wet your dripped from your own fingers. 

Dylan hummed and took your mouth in a hot kiss as his hand gently squeezed around your throat as you drew in your next breath, the fingers on either side of your throat pressed in. 

Your cunt pulsed at the feeling, he wasn’t imiting your breath but making each inhale ache in the best way. 

“Oh my god” Dylan whispered into your mouth and his fingers pressed knuckle deep, once more curved to find that perfect spot inside of you, relentlessly began drilling it, over and over in quick curls of his strong fingers. 

You whined into Dylan’s mouth, your leg that was wrapped around his waist kicked out slightly before tensing beck to his body and the muscles in your calf jumped as your toes curcles. Your pulse thurmmed so loud in your head the sound of anything else was distant, between a thick wall of the pleasue consuming you. 

His hand tightened further on your neck, a deeper press of his fingers and the lightest pressure of the flesh between his pointer finger and thumb against your throat. His fingers inside you were unforgiving as they curled hard into you over and over, slamming of his fingertips into the spor that sent stars of fire up shooting through your body. Your cheesk felt so hot like your dosy could catch on fire. 

“Yes, there, there” You whined

You felt your body squeeze around Dylan’s fingers, a sharp, loud half sobbed crossed your lips, so deep it made your chest stutter with it and his hand squeezed your throat again, a firm hold before his lips pressed to your ear. 

“Please, please Dylan, Please, please” you gasped out, babbling your begging, unabel to help it. “I know, I know, but i’ve got you, I’ve got you, give me it sweetheart, wet my hand and take away your ache, my good girl” he muttered and your fingers pressed down on your clit as his fingers punched in and your breath caught in the cradle of his hand and you slipped back into the rocketing bliss of your orgasm. 

Your thighs pushed in toward themsleves as your dropped your head back, mouth open with a silent scream, pleasure built up and and up and up and pushed tears to your lashses before it let you fall, a rush as the storm shook you apart, your whole body trembled as Dylan’s fingers worked you through the waves of pleasure. 

His voice was sweet and honey warm by your ear as he held you through it “Beautiful girl, my good girl, feel so good, so good for me baby” whispered to you in variations over and over. 

It felt like hours later when the rapture of pleasure slowly began to ebb and you could catch hiccuping breaths without being rockde over another wave of your orgasm. Your hand slipped weakly down to find Dylan’s and pushed gently at his wrist as your thighs pushed in toward each other once more. 

“Too much, too much” you whimpered, felt Dylan’s fingers slow to a stop, let them linger inside you a few moments longer as his mouth found your throat, where his hand had been moments earlier. He kissed softly at the skin, down toward your breasts that he covered in kisses. He slipped his fingers from you as he kissed back up your throat and found your lips.  

He kissed you, just soft sucking lips as his hand rest over your tired pussy, thumb softly stroked the skin. 

Your body trembled in his arms as you reached for him, felt drunk, limbs heavy as your hands found his belt. You kissed him like that for a few moments, sweet and slow until your fingers co operated and you could ease the leather through the lip and pin. 

The soft clink of the belt unfastening made you shiver and you thumbed open the button and zip, the heavy weight of dylan through his boxers pressing thick and hot through the fabric. You could see the wetness where his hard cock had been straining against his boxers as you pulled away to look at him. 

“You don’t-” You shook your head quickly as his protest, leant your head against his shoulder and looked down as you eased him from his boxers. Your mouth watered at the sight of him, the width of his hard cock, the size of him in your palm, the darkness of the thick head. He was perfect. 

You swallowed a whine and sucked your bottom lip into your mouth as you reached for his hand that was still pressed to you, took him by the wrist and curled his own hand around the base of his cock, fingers tangled together as your dragged his fist up over him in a slow stroke. 

The wetness of your pussy that had soaked his hand now slicked his cock and you pushed his hand away now tha he was nice and wet like you wanted and you too him into your hand. 

“Fuck. Oh god you can’t just. Sweetheart-” His voice shook and his hand came to your waist, gripping you the other gently caressing your chest in a feather light touch. 

“I- this won’t take long, baby your pussy has me so hard, the way you took my fingers, so fucking tight when you came, almost pushed them out, can’t imagine you around my cock- going to make a fucking mess on it-” 

Dylan groaned and you nodded, began to kiss and suck at his throat, nuzzles of your nose against warm skin as your hand worked him him in tight long twists, felt each throb of him against your skin. 

You’d have to have him in your mouth too tonight you thought longingly, sucked at your lip as you watch his cock head wet with precum. 

“You’re so big” you whispered, too tired to filter the thoughts in your orgasm drunk mind. Your hand joined the other his cock, thumb gently stroking the thick head of him, over the top once and then at the underside in slow circles as your other hand continued worked his length. 

“I’ll be so tight around it- god I can’t wait to feel you, properly- feel you take it, feel all of this hard and thick inside me, Dyl” You sighed

His hand cupped your breast thumb brushed your nipple and gasped as he came, head tilted back as he fucked his hips up into your fist, hot and wet spilling over your fingers, the head of his cock pulsing and thick as it throbbed in your touch. 

You couldn’t help yourself then really, the sight of his cock messy and all for you- you sunk to your knees and kissed at the head head of his cock, wet open mouthed and tasting his cum. You dragged your parted lips over him, kissed the hot flesh lazily, content with tasting him, feeling him like this. 

“Fuck” Dylans voice punched out and his hand cupped the side of your face, body curled over as he watched with blown wide eyes, gaze reverent as he watched you. You licked him off your fingers between cleaning him off with the wet of your tongue, eyes closed as you enjoyed the taste of him.  

You tilted your head back to look at him, placed the head of his cock on your parted lips and smirked, tongue dragged out to lick a flat wet stripe that sent his full body into a shudder. 

“Fuck, okay, okay” he eased you off his cock and quickly tucked himself back into his pants, pulled you up into his arms, wrapped them around you waist and bundled you to his chest, found your mouth and kissed you, open mouthed and slow. 

His hand pulled beautifully a folded, expensive looking piece of fabric from his front pocket, gently wiped between your open legs, your thighs before he wiped his own fingers, folded the fabric into a neat square and tucked it into an internal hidden pocked in his suit jacket. His hands fastened his pants and redid the belt quickly. 

You shivered as you watched him, felt his hands eased your straps back up over your shoulders, gently touching over your chest to make sure you were covered tucked back, pulled your dress away to tug your panties back into proper place before he let skirt of your dress fall down around your legs once more. 

Your heart squeezed in the silence and before you could stutter out a manifestation of the worry that had started to cloud your mind, Dylan was pulling off his suit jacket and helping you into it. 

“You’re shivering” he whispered, and his hands pressed to the low of your back, pressed your bodies close. 

“Mmm” you agreed, not willing to confess the trembling was more so from him than the night air around you. 

“I can feel you thinking” he whispered and his lips found your cheek, a soft kiss before he let his cheek brush yours. 

“Don’t need to think, baby, not when it feels like this, okay? Let me give you what I promised okay? If you’ll let me” Dylan asked, his hand skimmed slowly up the length of your spine. 

“Let yourself have this, tonight yeah? Let us” Dylan continued. 

You nodded, not that you needed much convincnig, the promise the orgasm that still had your body feeling like it was held up in the air, had the muscles in the low of your stomach aching, far too good to walk away from. You needed and Dylan wanted and god the thought of the loss of his touch right now made you ache. 

It was one night, would just be one night, only for the two of you to know. Thats all it ever needed to be. 

You smiled and tugged Dylan’s jacket around you. 

“Take me home O’brien, while you’re lucky enough to have the chance to” you retorted, and turned out of Dylan’s arms, began to walk away, as dignified as one could with wet panties and trembling legs, trace amounts of risidual cum still on your fingers. 

His hand caught yours before you could go far, stopped you in your tracks and his other hand found the curve of your ass, voice a whisper by your ear. “Mm back to normal then sweetheart I see, going to have to fuck you into my mattress till you’re nice again huh? Make that pussy come over and over till I get to hear those sweet pleases and moans, till I get you doing everything I ask and you’re begging just for me-” You reached back and slapped hand over his mouth, the blush on your cheeks a furious rose tint. 

You felt his laugh and you rolled your eyes, bit sharp into your own lips and swallowed your biting remark. You pulled your hand away from his lips and kept walking, let Dylan ease his hand into your own, let the other hand slip up under the back of his tuxedo jacket that you wore, let him trace the low of your back with his thumb. 

“Not going to make it easy” you retorted, after a moment, actually unable to help yourself and you very much ignored the way you’d fallen apart so easily for him just moments earlier. 

“Oh I know, good girl” he said, voice smug. 

You nudged him with the sharp of your elbow into his side, fought to ignore the red of your cheeks and the throb between your legs.

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hi! i know you mostly do harry, but is there any chance you'd do a dylan o'brien imagine? i'll take anything you wanna write 😭 (especially smut 👀)

Smut it is 😏

“Quiet—hey. Quiet. All right? Be my good girl and be fucking quiet.”

His palm, cemented firmly to your lips, tightens as he dips down, forcing your eyes on him and him only.

You do your best, truly. Your back taut to the wall he has you up against, your hands secured by the tie you tore off his neck, and your thighs absolutely soaked and dripping in anticipation.

Still, his resolve prevails, showcasing his profile now as he glances toward the hallway where the voices were first heard.

“Easy,” he murmurs, other hand finding its way back to your leg as he begins to find his way back up. “Yeah? You’ll be good, won’t you?”

Not really a question. An order. One that you’re not quite sure you can agree to given the circumstances.

His compulsive need to have you at the worst possible times is typically one of your favorite things about him but now?

Now you’re gonna fucking kill him.

He’s been teasing you all damn day. In the car on the way to dinner. At the table. With his parents. His fingers underneath the napkin on your lap, pushing your dress higher until you were crossing your legs and sending him a very pointed look.

And even now, keeping you firmly against the small coat closet door as he does his very best to ruin you just with his words alone before he even thinks about fucking you.

Asshole.

You aren’t surprised, truly. How can you be? After all, you can’t really be anything right now except needy and desperate as the hours and hours of anticipation come to a point.

The same point where his fingers now meet. Where they press and smooth. Where they flick and curl. And fuck—he’s way too proud of himself right now.

And for some reason…you love it.

He shifts, cocky grin widening as he nods his chin at you. “Fucking look at you.”

As if encouraged to do just that, you let your head drop, eyes following the movement of his wrist as he feels you out, the sounds like sinful music to your ears, forcing you to exhale deeply against his hand.

You swallow another throaty groan, the gentle but practiced pressure he applies almost too overpowering to think straight. To stand. 

You can feel the way you’re drawn to the high. Yanked. Forced to take every ounce of pleasure as he curses through gritted teeth.

“Shit.” His forehead meets yours, eyes focused on the way you drip for him. The way his fingers look when they disappear inside. When they come out, coated in you. “Fuck, angel—”

His chest is heaving, much like yours, and you whimper against the skin of his hand as he pulls you closer to the edge. 

The pressure of his thumb against your clit is almost unbearable. The precision of rubbing and flicking as if he knows your body better than you do, and honestly, you don’t doubt he does.

You are, however, curious about his sadistic need to drag this out when there clearly isn’t enough time. His parents will be curious to know where you’ve both gone and you’re not sure you’ll be able to look them in the eye when you return.

You attempt to mumble a plea, although it becomes lost in a whine as he begins to smirk.

“I know, angel, I know,” he coos, the dangerous cadence of his voice luring you closer. “S’good, yeah? Shit, feel so fucking good for me—”

His hand begins to slip, falling down to your throat as he squeezes once to reassure you.

“Dyl…please.” Your request comes out broken. Hoarse. Desperate beyond doubt and his eyes lift to yours.

And while you’re sure if it were any other time, he’d devote himself to feeling you come around him at least three separate times, he spares you tonight.

He waits until you’re just about to find your relief. Waits until your legs are shaking and you’re beginning to slide down the closet door.

His fingers find your lips. Coated and dripping as he stares, mesmerized. As he watches you extend your tongue until you can taste what he’s offering. Thumb swiping across the bottom lip in pure astonishment as he watches you suck him into his mouth.

After a moment, he’s quick to replace his hand with his tongue. Kissing you hard as your eyes flutter shut in bliss. As he groans into you with fervor. As he murmurs, “Fuck, taste so fucking good, angel—”

He’s gone before you realize it. Crouching down as he forces your thighs further apart. Until he can lick a stripe up your inner thigh and collect you on his taste buds. 

You steel yourself. Body pressed tight to the door as he teases you just a bit further. As he flattens his tongue along each sensitive nerve until you’re gasping and attempting to twist away.

You feel the fucker smirk between your legs. Can see him do it. See him look so damn pleased with himself as he finally stands and pulls his zipper down.

Finally.

You imagine you’d likely drool if afforded the chance, but he’s bringing himself closer just as your body is beginning to ache for the feel before you can.

“Easy,” he instructs, his tone rather gentle despite the forceful feel of his fingertips along your leg as he hikes it up around his hip. “You all right?”

You nod quickly, watching with wonder. “Yeah, m’fine. Just…hurry—”

“I know. I know, angel—”

For a moment, you feel weightless. That first stretch. The first sensation as he buries himself so deep, your eyes roll back and your jaw drops. 

Again, his forehead presses tight to yours. Another attempt at encouragement as you scratch at your palm, still tight behind your back.

“Shit—” He stills, finger rubbing comforting patterns into your cheek as he tugs your head higher. “You okay?”

Another nod, unable to speak until he moves. Until you feel.

He’s quick to accommodate. Bruises finding a place in your skin as he finally lets himself have you. As he finally pulls back just to drive himself forward once more until you clench. Until you gasp his name in ecstasy.

“Yeah?” Another sharp thrust before he stills, just to prolong the feeling. “Shit—so fucking tight, angel. Fucking missed this—”

“Dyl—”

“Easy.” His teeth scrape together as he attempts to restrain himself, although you watch him fail miserably as the veins in his neck strain against his skin. “Be my good girl, yeah? Take me like the fucking angel you are—”

His rhythm becomes unforgiving and determined. The sounds filling the small space as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. So overcome with the feel of you that you wish more than anything you could run your fingers through his hair.

“Please.” The whimper is small, nearly lost between his grunts, but he hears it nonetheless. His fingertips finding your clit to pinch a bawdy whine from your lips as you attempt to squirm away. 

“Uh uh,” he tuts, tugging you back down with his other hand. “That’s not being good, is it? Be fucking quiet and take it.”

And you do your best. Do your best to take each second of salacious desire that builds deep in your stomach as he completely consumes your senses in more ways than one. As you practically give yourself to him.

And you can’t resist watching him. Watching that face you’ve grown to love. So beautiful and familiar. The curve of his nose. The little moles scattered around his face. The sweat along his hairline that you’re still desperate to touch. Pink, swollen lips.

You could stay here forever with him. Feeling him inside you. Filling you. Ushering you closer with each decadent praise. 

He’s close. And you realize then that you’ve never wanted to have him come inside you more than right now. To have him. To drip with him. To be fully claimed by him. And you just…you need.

“Fuck.” His teeth tug at your skin, tracing his name with his tongue as his thrusts begin to falter. “Shit, angel. You gonna come with me? Please…please, baby, please—”

“Yes,” you murmur quietly, muscles burning as you’re forced to take everything he’s giving you. “Need to feel you so bad—”

He groans. Loud and with vehemence as his palm slams into the door beside your head. His eyes squeeze shut as his other hold continues to tug you down onto his cock.

And you’re both so close. So close to what you really want, and you’ll die if you don’t feel him soon. It’s so perfect. So complete and you’ve never—

A knock. A knock on the door behind you.

You both still, expression horrified and confused as you hear the familiar sound of Dylan’s name being called.

Your eyes meet and there’s really only one thing either of you can say.

“Shit.”

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