That Dont Make It Right

That Don’t Make it Right

Dylan O’brien x Reader Sequel to Like Blood and a Lemon

✨It’s HERE!✨

The long awaited (hopefully some still awaiting it, my bad) sequel cuties! I am fucking exhausted and stayed up wayyy too late to finish it but I just had to. It would mean just. Ah too much if you could leave a little comment or thought of what you think of it!

(Ps. Final final edit read will be done by me tomorrow when not sleeepy so pls excuse and mistakes and pls feel free to let me know if there are any big errors I missed)

I HOPE YOU LIKE and please I’d just love to know what you think xxxxx

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41458956/chapters/106765281

I wanted to request a smutty prompt if I can, I would looove one of when you’re home for the holidays, at Dylan’s families house maybe for thanksgiving/Christmas. His mum is cool with you sleeping in the same room but you have been SURE to make sure you don’t do anything because you don’t want his parents to hear. You both get tipsy one night too much wine with dinner, and it’s been a few nights and you both just /want/ it , so you end up fucking, Dylan having to make sure you both stay quiet

warning: 18+, sexual situations, m/f oral, unprotected sex

"You both are going to behave?" Lisa asked as she stared up towards her son.

Even as the words left his mouth, Dylan knew that he couldn't completely promise his mother that the two of you were going to be keeping it PG.

"Of course, ma. Don't worry." Dylan bent down and kissed her cheek before walking back towards the living room.

The two of you were staying with his family for the New Year which meant the two of you sleeping in his old bedroom. Everything was going perfectly most of the stay and you really felt like you were getting to know his family. And though it was hard at times, the two of you were able to keep your hands off each other. Till New Year's Eve happened.

Everyone was in good spirits as the time for the New Year drew closer and closer. Nearly everyone held a drink in their hand as they moved around the room laughing and talking together. But the more Dylan drank, the more the draw towards you he felt.

And when the clock started to click down and everyone around them shouted "Happy New Year", Dylan pulled you into him. His hand fisted the back of your head before bending down and kissing you deeply. You moaned against his lips as you tasted the beer that was on his tongue. For a moment the two of you forgot where you were for a moment. Dylan pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"Mmmm, Happy New Year," You whispered against his lips. "Gotta behave, mister."

Your hand moved along his chest slowly before taking a step back. You moved to walk back towards the kitchen to fill up your drink but looked over your shoulder towards him. A few hours passed till the two of you were giggling and stumbling back into his bedroom. Everyone else had gone to bed earlier leaving the two of you to be the last to head to bed.

"...shh, shh..." Dylan giggled as he closed the door behind him.

Dylan caught himself as the two of you fell onto the bed with him hovering over you. Both your faces split into smiles as you lay on the bed. But feeling his body pressed against yours caused things to shift. Since it had been nearly over a week since the two of you did anything. And just by looking into his warm eyes, you could see the shift within him too.

Dylan bent down and captured your lips in a heated kiss while moving to press his body down against yours more. Your legs spread more to let him settle between them. Dylan's lips muffled your moans as your hips pressed up against him as you felt the need for him to grow.

"...please...please..." You whimpered against his lips as you felt him between your legs, moving up to feel more of him. "I need you."

Dylan chuckled, "Naughty girl,"

You whimpered as he moved slightly, his hands moving down your body before slowly teasing between your legs. A soft mewl passed through your swollen lips as he pressed against your clit. Your hips began to move up against his hand, wanting more. You nuzzled your face into his neck as the teasing started to become too much.

"So wet for me...fuck," Dylan moaned as he pushed your panties to the side and slowly thrust two fingers inside of you. You gasped and closed your eyes as some of the ache was alieved.

The two of you knew that you should stop.

But at the same time, neither of you wanted to.

Dylan shifted the two of you before grabbing the end of your dress and pulling it over your head. It fell to the floor and was soon followed with the rest of both your clothes. Dylan bit down on his lower lip as your hand wrapped around his cock. You licked your lips as you saw just how hard he was, cum slowly dripping down. You couldn't help but bend down and slowly run your tongue up till you wrapped your lips around his head.

"Jesus...f-fuck." Dylan growled as he looked down and watched you.

You moaned as you tasted him for a few minutes before pulling back. He reached down and laid you across the bed spreading your legs wider. Your hips jolt up slightly as you felt his tip stroke along your slit before soon he was filling you. The starting moan started from you before Dylan slapped his hand over your mouth. His eyes looked deeply into yours till he was bottomed out inside of you.

"Gotta be quiet, baby...don't want anyone to hear." He spoke, his words slightly slurred before he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward. Your moan was muffled by his hand as he began to fuck you slow and deep. "...mmm, f-uck...missed this pussy so much...so perfect."

You whimpered against his hand with your nails digging into his arm. Even though it had only been a week, it felt so good to finally have him inside of you, like it had been longer. His pace begins to pick up as he feels your pulse and tightens around him, drawing him in deeper with each thrust.

Dylan moved his hand away to move down between the two of you to rub your clit. But the feeling was too much and you let out another moan.

"Baby wanna moan and scream?" Dylan smirked before sitting back and pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss before you were flipped around onto your knees. His larger hand grabbed at your waist before he thrust back into you, the moan now being muffled by your pillow.

Hearing Dylan's soft moans and growls only turned you on more as you both fought to be quiet. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, and Dylan knew you were close. He felt you fucking back into him and knew he wasn't going to last long either. As Dylan fucked into you harder he was thankful the headboard wasn't slapping against the wall. He moved to press his chest into your back as he softly moaned into your ear.

"Cum for me baby, give it to me...fucking give it to me." He whispered with a strain in his voice.

Your hand reached out for his and clenched it tightly as you fell apart beneath him. Your body shuddered beneath him as his hips drove into you more, before cumming deep inside of you. Dylan turned his face into your neck more as he moaned your name. The two of you slowly began to come down before falling onto the bed.

Dylan slowly and gently pulled out before getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. He cleaned up before coming back and cleaning between your legs. You whimpered softly as he cleaned against your sensitive slit before tossing it into the hamper across the room. Dylan moved back into the bed and moved to lay behind you and wrap his arms around you.

You turned around in his arms nuzzled into the crook of his neck and sighed deeply.

"So much for following the rules," Dylan spoke after a moment before the two of you began to laugh and giggle again.

Role Play

pairing: Dylan O'brien x Fem!reader

summary: Dylan is filming for American assassin usually his characters didn't have an affect on you, but this time its a different story.

warning: lots of sexual tension, bad language, overly horny Y/N, smut, oral, fingering, choking, tying up, language. [18+]

(Gif credit to owner, found on google)

You and Dylan have been dating for 6 years now, he worked a lot but that really didn’t bother you as you were usually hired on set with him as you were a makeup artist.

Rarely did you ever accept a job away from Dylan, he enjoyed having you around too much. Stealing kisses and touches from you when no one was looking, pulling you behind the props of the project he was working on for a heated make out session.

You love working close to him, you didn’t necessarily spend every waking moment with one another but the fact you could watch him act from the sidelines was your favorite thing. He was talented, so talented you sometimes forgot he was Dylan.

Dylan you're loving and doting boyfriend not Stiles Stilinski or Thomas. Usually, his character never had an effect on you, that was until he signed onto American assassin.

Originally you weren’t going to take the job as your sister had begged you to visit her in Florida but when you heard Dylan going over his lines and planning out his gym days, you couldn’t say no.

So being one of the makeup artists on this job was a lot harder than previous jobs, you were constantly sweaty and turned on. Excusing yourself a lot more than usual, even Dylan had noticed the lack of your presents. He even asked one of the girls to check on you, which was rather embarrassing.

It didn’t take long for Dylan to catch on to what was wrong, especially when he came waltzing over to you with no shirt on. He had just finished the bathroom scene, his skin glistening with water from the pool.

He noticed the way your eyes zoned in on his arms, the pink staining your cheeks and the once honey brown pupils as dark as his recently dyed hair. He could tell you were turned on, thinking back to all the times you would disappear only made him smirk more. Had you been playing with yourself?

“Hey baby” he mumbled into your ear as his fingers danced up and around your neck, gripping the back of your head a little rougher than usual.

Your breath was caught in your throat when you felt his lips press open mouth kisses to your jaw until he enveloped your lips with his, this was different. It was hungry and rough, only causing yourself to grow even wetter.

“Dylan people can see us” you whispered, pulling away from his hold to check around you. No one was looking though, everyone very much focused on their job. “I have a job to do baby” you chuckled, walking away from him and over to the makeup area.

Your eyes lingered on each other for a moment longer through the mirror, you dropped your eyes to move around pieces on the table but he kept his on yours, you knew he knew. That familiar smirk and tense shoulders were a tell tale sign he knew you were turned on.

You knew it would be killing him to keep working when all he wanted to do was bend you over the couch in his trailer. But never less he turned back to set and continued filming.

The both of you shared looks for the rest of the day, your eyes on his arms. Watching the veins bulge each time he would do a fight scene, your pussy ached so much you contemplated rubbing one out in the bathroom.

But you knew he’d be watching and he’d realized what you’d done as soon as you left the bathroom, Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over in bliss, he wouldn’t be happy. He much preferred getting you off then you having to do it yourself.

You physically had to rip your eyes away from him to do your job properly, before you knew it Dylan was taking a seat in your chair. Giving you a soft smile as you grabbed his kit and started to work on his face, your hands shaking slightly as you felt his eyes on you.

Your breath once again was stuck in your throat as you tried to ignore his eyes on you, dabbing the fake blood on his lips. His hand found its way under your blouse resting softly on the skin of your hip, you jump slightly at contact and sent him a warning glare.

“Dylan, you're going to make me mess up your makeup” You warned him, you continued to dab the sponge across his cheek bone and over his eyebrow. You could feel his warm breath on your jaw as you leaned in closer. “You can always fix it” He jokes, puckering his lips at you.

Though you shook your head and pulled away from him, his hand dropping to the arm rests of the chair. Your eyes falling to the veins that littered his skin, gulping down the whimper that threatened to leave your lips you spun around to grab more product.

“What’s wrong?” he questioned, watching you move around different products but never meet his eyes. The deep red was stained on your cheeks again, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you gnawed on the skin. “Don’t do that” He states, pushing himself to stand.

He’s behind you in seconds, both of his arms around your body and hands pressed into the vanity table. Your eyes drop to his veins once more and quickly back up to meet his eyes in the mirror, he nods towards your lip that was between your teeth.

You drop it from your teeth and stare at him, your chest feels heavy and the room feels hot. “Dylan back on set!” the director calls out; he’s pulling away from you instantly and rubbing the small of your back before making his way back to the cameras.

You're once again excusing yourself, standing in front of the bathroom mirror trying to steady your breathing. Your panties were drenched and the once fuzzy feeling in your stomach began to ache, your shoulders were tight and your legs shook with each step you took.

“Y/N” his voice startles you and you jump so high you hit your shoulder on the hand dryer. “Shit!” You yelp out, cradling your shoulder as you stare at your boyfriend who definitely shouldn’t be in here.

“What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?” You question, dropping your shoulder you begin walking over to him. His eyes are dark and lips turned up into a smirk, his hands reach out to grab you before you can usher him out the door. “Baby tell me what’s gotten you so worked up” He smirks.

“Wha-at?” You stutter, he spins you so your back is pressed to his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you still as his fingers run down the length of your body, stopping just above the waist band of your shorts. “What’s got you so wet” his words cause goosebumps to raise on your skin.

His mouth pressed against your ear, biting softly on your earlobe as his fingers draw circles on your lower stomach. You're clenching your stomach muscles so hard to stop yourself from moaning out from his touch. “I’m not” You respond, lies all lies.

Your so wet your uncomfortable, wanting to rid yourself of your clothes already. “So, you're saying if I put my hands down your pants it’ll be dry?” He questions, his fingers already unbuttoning your shorts. The words don’t seem to form in your mouth though, so your left speechless. Mouth open as his fingers dip low into your pants.

Breath hitching when his fingers touch your soaking folds, a low throaty moan leaves his throat and vibrates against your neck as he bites down on your skin. Your just about ready to combust when he pulls his hand out, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking your arousal of him.

You have seen him do that a million times, but not when he looks like that. Not when he’s dressed in a tight black shirt, scruffy beard and long hair. Your knees feel as though they might buckle under you when he meets your eyes. “Touch yourself in here and you will be punished” he states, exiting the bathroom before you can say anything back.

You want to cuss, shout or punch something. Your so turned on your brain feels like jelly, your skin feels hot to touch. You're unsure how you finished the day without dragging Dylan into the trailer, you both didn’t even get to eat lunch together today. The last thing he had said to you today was not to touch yourself.

So, when the set shut down and everyone made their way out of the building, you hurried to find Dylan both of you packing the car with your bags you needed for that day. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and opened your side of the door, the drive to the hotel was quiet but nice.

The elevator ride was slow and you bounced on the ball of your feet anxious to get inside, once Dylan had locked the door you expected him to go straight to the bed and lie down. Like he usually did, he would run his hands across his face and make you cuddle with him.

Except the second the door closed behind him, he was gripping you by the waist and throwing you against the wall. Your eyes wide as he stared down at you with lust, his mouth on you in seconds. His lips were greedy, rushed, needing to taste you on his tongue.

His grip on your waist tight as though he might lose you if he let go, your hands are in his hair pulling at the roots of his messy hair. “Tell me what got you so worked up today” He practically begs, praying to himself that it was in fact him that had riled you up and not someone else.

“You” is all you can say, the blush creeping onto the apples of your cheeks as you look away embarrassed. He grips your jaw making you look him in the eyes. “What about me?” he needs clarification, deep down he knows why your so turned on. But he doesn’t want to be full of himself.

“Your character, oh gosh it's so embarrassing. You playing mitch, it’s so fucking hot” You mumble, you want to pull away and hide your face from him but his grip on your jaw is tight and he’s watching you with such awe.

He’s gripping the backs of your thighs and lifting you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and attacking your lips once more. Much more needy this time, his tongue assaults yours for dominance and his fingers knead at the flesh of your thighs. “You want me to act as him?” He questions, your heart drops to your throat. He has never been shy about role play, but you however had been.

“Please” You beg, the word feels foreign. As though you were already playing a character, his face etched with a scowl. The same scowl that had you soaking through your panties 6 hours ago. “What do you want me to do?” He questions, he needs confirmation. He doesn’t want to do something you're not comfortable with.

“Anything please... just touch me” You whine, his mouth is on your neck in seconds. Leaving behind harsh purple love bites as he tries to kiss every inch of your skin. He grabs the hem of your blouse and pulls it over your head, eyes on your breasts that spill out of the silly little bra you wore.

“Such a silly bra” He comments, leaning down to kiss the swell of your breasts. Reaching around the unclip the material, your own hands coming up to pull it down and off your body. His mouth enveloping your nipple into his mouth, warm tongue lapping at the pebbled bud. “Shit... Dylan uh” your head drops back onto the wall as you try to expose more of yourself to him, wanting to feel his tongue on every inch of your body.

He pulls away from the wall and brings you over to the bed, dropping your body onto the mattress and crawling between your open legs to hover over you. “Tie me up” it comes out as a whisper and Dylan has to pull away from your breasts to look at you as he’s not sure if he was hearing things. “Tie me up Dylan” you say much louder this time.

He thinks he might cum right now but he’s pulling away and searching for his belt, bringing it back over to your half naked body. “Are you sure?” He questions, his fingers dancing up the length of your exposed thigh. “Yes, tie me up and do what Mitch would do”.

He is sure he has died and gone to heaven; he can’t believe the words coming from your mouth right now. But he has to play it cool, he grabs a hold of your wrists and loops his belt around them. Giving it a soft tug before pulling your arms up and over your head, the feeling of being bound has your pussy dripping.

“Do something” You beg when all he does is stare at your face, he gives a short nod leaning down to press his hungry lips to yours once more. His hands roam your body until he locks around your neck, giving it a soft squeeze. You let out a strangled moan at the sensation he’s causing.

“F-Fuck baby, you're going to be the death of me” He growls against your mouth, he begins to pull you up with him. Your so focused on his hand around your throat you don’t feel his fingers inside your panties until he presses on your pulsing clit, a loud cry leaves your lips and your hips jut up for more. “Please... please more” you breath out.

His fingers dip to part your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers ass he teases your opening and back up to your clit. As though he realizes you might explode, he pulls away from your neck and rips your shorts and panties down your legs.

The cool breeze from the aircon hits your hot skin but not for long as Dylan is between your thighs, gripping the back of them roughly as he bites down on your inner thigh. Teasing you just a little bit before he runs his tongue between your folds, the taste of your sweet arousal on his tongue has him grinding into the bed for some release.

“Sh-Shit Dylan... I-I holy shit” you moan out, you're grinding your pussy into his face now. The feeling of his scruffy beard rubs against you and it’s driving you wild. You need more, you want him to hurt you.

“Dylan... Baby...Rougher, I need you to make it hurt” You cried out.

Like he knew exactly what you needed his tongue lapped at you rougher, his beard rubbing you in ways you never thought would have you toppling over the edge. It hurt, it hurt so bad you could feel your orgasm in the pit of your stomach.

Your skin felt hot to touch as you desperately tried to hold onto something but the restraints of your wrists made it difficult, that familiar tingle started from your toes as you curled them against the mattress. It made its way up to your head until you were screaming out in pleasure, Dylan's hand coming up to press to your mouth, only now remembering you were in a hotel.

“Shhh.... baby you have to try to be quiet” He hushes, his lips shining with your arousal which only had you begging for more. He wastes no time and crawls back up your body to smash your lips together, you could taste yourself on his tongue and it was fucking magnificent.

Suddenly his arm was snaking around your back and he pulled you from the bed only to turn you around so your chest hit the mattress, pulling your hair into a makeshift pony pulling your face away from the bed.

You sat on your knees and elbows, ass high in the air. His fist clenched around your hair as he teased your entrance with his throbbing cock, suddenly his other hand was coming down to slap your ass. The echoe vibrated through your ears as you moaned out in pleasurable pain, you found yourself mumbling 'more' into the air.

Wanting to feel his rough hands slap you until your ass was painted red, until you couldn’t sit for weeks because it stung so bad. “hmmm...what was that?” He questions you, leaning over your body to whisper in your ear.

The tip of his cock just barely pushing into you. “Again... please again”.

He slaps you again and again until your body shakes under him and he can’t hold back from pounding into you, his cock spreading you open and filling you up. You felt full, the fullest you’ve felt in a long time. You're sure you can feel him in your stomach but your unable to reach down to feel.

The grip on your hair tightened as he began to rock his hips into you, faster and rougher each time. “Shit... look at you, taking me so well” Dylan moans out, your able to turn your head slightly and signal for him. He pulls you up and connects your lips, you struggle slightly at not being able to move your hands.

Dylan notices your struggle and holds you around the waist, keeping his rhythm as he fucks up in to you while simultaneously devours your mouth with his. Your body felt as though it was shaking, the feeling of his tip hitting that familiar velvety soft spot deep inside of you.

Your tits bounced with each thrust; your cries of his name echoed throughout the hotel room. Dylan’s hands leaving your hair to wrap around your throat again. “I need... I need more” You cried out.

Without thought Dylan pushed you back down onto the bed, his arms reaching over to undo the belt that held your wrists only to pull them behind your back the second they were free. Gripping them harshly as he spread your legs wider with his knees. The sound of your skins slapping together had the both of you moaning incoherent words.

His hips roll accelerated at the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, your pussy juices dripping between the both of you. Neither of you could say a word now, the only noise coming from your moans and harsh breath, that familiar feeling from before began to knot in your lower stomach.

You were clenching around him trying to hold on for a little longer but the feeling of his hand slapping your ass once more had you cumming all over him, the sound of your cry of pleasure pushed Dylan over the edge. He too began to cum, so deep inside of you that you could feel him pulsing inside your stomach.

He was leaning over you now, his chest to your back as he breathed hard. Leaving soft pecks to your shoulder blades as the both of you came down from your high. The feeling of him pulling out had you wincing from sensitivity, you dropped to your stomach with a huff.

“So, you like me with a beard?” He questions, lying down beside you looking worn out and pleased. His hair was a mess but it only caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy again.

“I love you anyway you want to look, but the beard... the hair and the muscles.... Baby you may as well kill me now” You chuckles, leaning over to kiss him softly. His eyes where back to the whiskey brown and his usual perky smile on his lips.

“I didn’t think my characters could ever rile you up that much”

“Mitch Rapp is a different story”

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Drunken Affection {DYLAN O'BRIEN}

Author's Notes: We all just want to hang out with drunk Dylan, yes? Yes. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut *(drunk sex, teasing, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones, biting, public indecency, spanking, unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? NOPE! Requests are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

They were out and about with friends, life in L.A was back to normal for the most part. Dylan was feeling particularly social that night so they decided to hit dinner and drinks with some friends.

"Keep your hands to yourself." Dylan mumbled over the top of his glass, just loud enough for his less than sober girlfriend to hear as she reached for the zipper of his jeans again. He trained his eyes forward so no one would suspect he was battling a handsy girlfriend trying to put her hands on him below the table.

"I want to have sex, Dylan." She slurred as she knelt on the bench of their booth and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"We'll leave soon. Sit down, drink some water and behave yourself." Dylan laughed softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, accepting her drunken affection.

"I don't want water yet." She pouted over at him, poking a straw in the melting ice cubes in the bottom of her cocktail glass.

"I think you need it, though." Dylan smirked.

"You're not fun."

"Says the woman that didn't want to have sex on the balcony of our hotel in Mexico because someone could see us." Dylan teased as he massaged the back of her neck.

"I didn't want to get tossed off the edge!" She squealed as she grabbed his shirt collar and tugged herself close to his body again.

"I'd keep you safe." Dylan grinned as he nudged her nose with his.

"Take me home, O'Brien." She hummed as she pressed her body to his, almost in his lap as he slipped his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

"Can I finish my beer first? Then take you home?" Dylan mumbled with a squeeze to her backside.

"Fine."

"Be a nice girl." Dylan grumbled with a soft pinch of her chin before he turned his attention back to the table, sipping his beer and ignoring the ache in his lap.

Dylan did as he promised, finishing up his beer and then taking her back home. He unlocked their front door, his mind fuzzy as she held him from behind while her fingertips slowly slid down the zipper to his jeans.

"I can't focus when you do that." Dylan sighed contently as she reached inside of his briefs to take hold of his half hard manhood.

"You're a great multi tasker." She hummed with a smile as she stroked him slowly, and softly from behind.

"Not when I have my girlfriend's hand in my pants." Dylan groaned as his chin dropped to his chest.

"It's good?"

Dylan moaned out in approval as he pressed a hand flat to the door, abandoning his task of opening it. His hips thrust back and forth, moving himself in her palm. He snapped his eyes open when he realized what he had left her soft, drunken hands lure him into. He quickly swatted her hands away and tucked himself back into his pants before he turned to face her, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up.

"You didn't like it?" She breathed out as she pulled up the back of his shirt to feel his warm skin, his muscles tense as he held her up against the door.

"I told her to be nice." Dylan mumbled as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the door beside her ears.

"I would consider giving my boyfriend a hand job outside of our home a very nice thing to do. Felt like you needed some attention from me." She huffed as she squirmed in his grip.

"I always need your attention." Dylan cooed as he pressed his body against her completely, leaving absolutely no room for either of them to struggle.

"Let me in the house, take off your pants and I'll give you all of my attention." She grinned as she tried to lift her hips.

"Maybe I want to give you my attention." Dylan mumbled as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, making her whine out loud.

"You wanna fuck me, Dylan?" She whispered as she pulled her lip back, smoothing her tongue over the swollen skin.

"Damn right, I do. Get inside the house." Dylan growled as he placed her back on her feet then smacked her backside harshly with his full palm.

Dylan opened the front door and nudged her inside with another swift smack to her backside. He kicked the door shut as he tugged off his shirt, a heavy breath leaving his throat as he felt her teeth sink into his neck.

"Not too hard. We have that event tomorrow. So be a little gentle tonight, yeah?" Dylan breathed out as he pulled her hair with one as the other reached for the button of her jeans.

She hummed into his neck as she kissed and nibbled along his skin, undoing his jeans as well. Dylan tugged her jeans to her knees then reached reached for her backside, kneading her fleshing. She returned the favour and tugging his jeans to his ankle, taking his briefs with them.

"Behave yourself tonight. Understand?" Dylan ordered, his breath heavy as he wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged so their eyes connected.

"I will do whatever I have to do to get your hands on me." She whimpered as she pressed her hands to his chest, lips perfectly pouted for a kiss Dylan was all too ready to give.

"I hate that I can't bite either. You know I love covering your body with my marks." Dylan mumbled against her lips.

"You can still spank me." She hummed as she stood on her toes, arms wrapped around his neck.

"That was never off the table." Dylan smirked as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her down the hall to their bedroom.

"All fours, gorgeous. Let me see that ass." Dylan breathed out as he dropped her to the bed, standing at the edge and watching her roll around in the mess of blankets.

"Baby!" She cried out with a giggle as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him, nestling her backside against his groin. His manhood slipped between her legs, and rubbed her folds making them both moan out loud.

"Ready for me?" Dylan grunted as he made a point to slowly grind himself against her from behind, watching as she dropped her chest to the mattress.

"Please, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, eyes wide and begging for him.

"Don't ever stop needing me like this. Please." Dylan moaned out, a sob in the back of his throat as he eased inside of her.

"Dylan!" She gasped, fingers tugging at the sheets as he filled her out completed.

"M'sorry! Too much?" He panted as he pulled out to his tip and held her hips, waiting.

"I'm drunk, and you took me by surprise. It's okay, baby. Keep going." She hummed as she bounced back onto him to try and fill herself back up.

"How drunk?" Dylan mumbled as he dropped to his hands above her, giving her slow, drawn out thrusts. He didn't like having sex when she was drunker than she was, there was a power dynamic that was unsettling to him. But things had snowballed quickly, to say the least.

"Co..coherent. Stable. Fuck, baby. Go faster!" She whimpered as she tried to rock back onto him, but he snapped his hips forward making her cry out.

"No rough play if you're drunk and I'm not. Turn over." Dylan grunted despite how his hands ached to pull her hair, smack her backside and knead her flesh. He felt rough, territorial even.

"No! I can handle it! C'mon, Dylan!" She begged as she tugged the sheets and arched her back.

"Don't do this to me." Dylan breathed out into the back of her neck as she rubbed her backside against him. The thick wiry hairs of his beard scratching the soft skin of her neck making her whine.

"Just pull my hair a little, baby. Let's stay like this, it feels so good." She whimpered as she rolled her hips under him.

"Go slow." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his fist around her hair and gave a gentle tug, pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She whined as she rolled her hips then bounced back onto him, filling herself with his length. She pulled at the sheets while Dylan let her rock herself back onto him as he kissed down her neck.

"I need more, Dylan." She panted as she reached her left hand back to pull his hair.

"Hang on, sweetheart." Dylan grunted as he snapped his hips forward, sending her towards the pillows with a sob. He picked up his pace, the bed below them shaking and creaking with his quick rhythm.

"There! DYLAN!" She sobbed out as he nudged her g spot and pulled her hair, his breath heavy on the back of her neck.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Dylan growled in her ear, his hips wild from behind her as he chased his own orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" She panted as she pulled at his hair with one hand, and the sheets with the other.

"Cum for me, gorgeous." Dylan hissed as he followed the sparks of his orgasm, bringing her with him to the edge. He growled into the crease of her neck as she covered him in her release, her inner walls clenched around him.

With a few more firm thrusts deep inside of her, Dylan finished with a groan before he collapsed on top of her. He released his grip on her hair and placed his hands flat on mattress and gently pressed his weight up again. He reached between them to pull out, kissing her shoulder.

"I love you." Dylan mumbled as he rolled to his side of the bed with her, pulling her close.

"I love you, too."

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No bc imagine you telling stiles you’re pregnant and he gets all sad and worried because he thinks you can’t have sex anymore, but you show him you very much can😏

the fact that his first worry was how he was going to spend the next nine months without touching because he was scared of harming the baby was hilarious. poor baby went on a whole rent as to why he'd need to spend a few days at his father's from time to time to cool off and just recenter himself before coming back to you or you'd end up pregnant again before you'd even given birth to the first one.

he was so worried, and you know stiles, you never get him to shut up when you debate him so you favored actions over words. you straddled the man and started to take off his pants. you're kissing his jaw and the man is still trying to get his point across hut it's difficult when your hormonal, pregnant wife just really wants to get fucked silly.

"h-hey... sunshine, sunshine listen to m- fuck you're not helping me focus here baby..."

"i don't want you to focus stiles, i want you to listen to me for once. i made my researches already and not only is it safe to have sex but it might be very good for me when i get close to my due date."

he's trying his best to focus but you've got your fingers wrapped around him and he's forgetting the whole point of the conversation when you start kissing his ear while stroking his length.

"s-safe you say ? you sure ? cause i really don't think... i don't think i'll do a good job restraining myself..."

he takes you both upstairs to your bedroom because with the way things are going, there's no way you can just get messy on the couch like that.

what he doesn't except is to have you legitimate jump his bone and take from him as if he'd been depriving you for days now. he ends up laying on the bed with no kind of will to act when you're sitting on his cock, bouncing on top of him and ripping the skin of his chest with everything you have.

he's seen you aroused and eager before but not to the point of feeling himself reach depth inside you that you've never reached before on your own. you always needed help to get off or to see have him press into your cervix but here, you don't need any of that. you're fucking yourself on him as if he was an inanimate doll, encasing him in your walls and keeping him so tight, he could only moans and squirm, incapable of pulling out.

"w-wait ! baby, fuck ! fuck, fuck, fuck... don't... don't you think it's too, fuck ! too deep ! what about... what about the baby ? w-we... we gotta be careful..."

he's saying all that but his hands and gripping your waist tightly, thumbs running over your soft belly and pressing the area where you showed him earlier, where your baby was supposed to be. the thought of the baby he put inside you was making him go completely against his own words. he couldn't stop himself, his hips moving on their own into you and driving deeper into your warm pussy.

"fuck, fuck, fuck ! stiles, more ! fuck, baby that's it ! k-keep going ! please baby please ! fuck me more ! i need more please !"

"g-god, sunshine... we gotta be careful... can't have you in pain because of me ! p-please, let's slow down..."

and you can hear the worry in his voice so you slow down, ignoring your own throbbing cunt, desperate for release. you slow down but it doesn't mean you stop, his arm wrapping around your waist while he slowly rolls his hip under you. he's slow and careful, but he's not gonna be satisfied with just that, you know it from the way he's staring at your body, already seeing all the changes you're gonna go through.

you grab push him to lay on the mattress again, you take ahold of his hands and place them on your stomach slowly riding him and picking up the pace. you lean down, changing angles and kissing his jaw tenderly. fuck, you were evil for that. he was melting under you, incapable of resisting your lips on his skin and definitely not when you were riding him like that.

"the baby will be fine... we're both going to be fine stiles... but now, you gotta focus on your wife... cause poor me, i just really need you baby... i need you to fuck me so stupid, just like you did to get me pregnant... please stiles, just wanna feel like i did back then... please baby..."

now, what choice does he have ? what else can he do as a husband other than please his poor desperate wife ? she'd been working so hard to satisfy herself when he was too busy ranting in worry and now he had to make it up to his sunshine.

"we'll be making a little more researches now. but for now, let's celebrate. i need to make it up to you, get my pretty girl satisfied."

Hey hey, when u have time, can u do a smut where Dylan chokes y/n from behind? And he tells her many dirty things like how she makes him feel and maybe MAYBE, only if u're comfortable with the idea, he makes her squ*rt? If u're not comfortable with that, leave it out of the question 😂😂❤️ thank u bby

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

18+: sexual situations, language, choking, (f) oral, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, (might have lost control a little????)

Your chest felt tight as your breath became more and more labored. The noises coming out of your were sounds you'd never heard yourself make before. Your fingers moved along the back of his head as you pulled him closer between your legs. The hairs of his buzzed hair felt soft against your hand.

Every time your nails scraped against his scalp a growl could be heard coming from Dylan, the vibrations making you moan louder as you felt them against your clit. His tongue moves against your clit before moving back down. You rose up on one elbow to look down and watch him. Dylan looked up towards you, keeping his mouth on your wet slit, keeping his gaze locked with yours. It only made you tighten around his fingers more with the intense look in his eyes. His usually honey-colored eyes were now dark with lust.

Your moans grew louder and that was a sign to Dylan that you were close. Your head fell back between your shoulders as you spoke incoherent sentences as he pulled you closer and closer to the edge. Dylan pulled back with keeping his fingers thrusting in and out of you at a pace that made your toes curl. Your head rolled forward slightly as he moved to hover over you slightly. You could see your arousal glistening on his lips.

"Fuck...baby," Dylan moans softly against your lips, his thumb moving to rub against your clit.

"Dylan...oh," You gasped

"I know, I know. Cum for me baby. Let me watch you fall apart for me."

Your legs began to tremble slightly as you felt your orgasm building and building. Dylan kept his eyes locked with yours, the intense feeling building, till it became too much. You nearly screamed his name as you came. Dylan continued to fuck you with his fingers as you came, bending down to kiss you deeply. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue as it thrust into your mouth. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly but teasing your clit. It causes little tremors to move through your body.

Dylan pulled back and smirked down towards you before bringing his fingers to your lips. Eagerly, you opened them, tasting yourself as you sucked. The tangy taste of yourself turned you on more as your tongue worked against his fingers. You visibly watched a darker look fall over Dylan's face as he watched you. As you pulled back slowly, his fingers leaving your lips with a soft pop, you made sure to keep your gaze on him.

"Get on your knees and put that perfect ass in the air," Dylan spoke with a slight growl to his tone.

A soft mewl left your lips as you moved quickly onto your knees. You spread your knees apart, pressing your ass back towards him, leaving you in full view of him. Dylan moved up behind you and bent down to give your pussy a few more licks as the need to taste you again came over him. His larger hands gripped your ass as his tongue worked against your slit. You jumped slightly before pressing your hips back against him. But just as it began to build up again, Dylan pulled away.

You gripped the sheets tightly beneath as you felt his tip rubbing against your, drawing it out even more.

"Please...please..." You began to softly beg the more he teased you.

Dylan smirked "So eager..."

The moment you felt Dylan thrust deep and hard inside of you, you screamed before moaning his name, drawing it out. Dylan curses low under his breath before fucking into you. The pace wasn't slow. He rutted into you with his hands gripped tightly at your waist.

"...oh fuck! Dylan...fuck, fuck, fuck..." You pushed up and looked back towards him over your shoulder. The slight of him fucking you was enough to nearly make you cum right there from the sight.

Dylan reached down and brought his hand around your throat, pulling you back against his chest. He slowed the pace slightly making you feel every inch of his cock as he thrust deep inside of you. He pressed his chest against your back with his hand still around your throat. You could hear every moan in your ear.

"...feel so good, baby...god, I love your pussy so much," Dylan grunted, "...so good...so good..."

Your hand reached up to grab his wrist of the hand around your throat, not to pull it away, but to feel him there. The slight pressure around your throat made you clench around him more. Every time Dylan filled you it was like your pussy was trying to pull him in deeper. It was driving him crazy and could feel that he wasn't going to last much longer. The erotic noise of his cock fucking into you filled the room and mixed with your moans and grunts.

"I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum," You gasped out as the tightness in your chest returned.

Dylan moves quick to press you back into the mattress, his chest still against your back. You felt every movement of his hips as he drove his cock deeper inside of you. Your skin seemed to erupt in goosebumps as your body shuddered beneath him. You were falling apart beneath him and Dylan had never seen a more perfect sight.

"That's it, baby...fucking take it...fucking take my cock." He whimpered in your ears before he snapped his hips forward. Dylan drove his cock deep inside of you as he filled your pussy. Knowing that he was cumming deep inside you triggered something else inside of you.

You screamed Dylan's name and buried your face into the sheets beneath you as your body began to shake more as you felt something snap. Dylan curse as he felt you squirt between the two of you, pulling back to look down and watch.

"Holy...fucking hell..." Dylan curse before thrusting in and out a few times before pulling out. You let out a soft whimper as you felt him pull out but didn't move. You felt weak and light at the same time. Never have you cum that hard, your legs still shaking and trembling slightly.

Dylan pushed one of your knees up towards your chest to open you up for him. The sight before him was enough to make his cock twitch. Seeing the wet spot beneath you as his cum dripped out of your swollen pussy.

That was something Dylan wanted committed to memory.