I Mean Since Youre Asking.

I mean since you’re asking……. 😈

Can we get some Dylan Halloween cuteness??

Dylan O'Brien x Female Reader

"You gotta sit still," You laughed lightly as you stared down at your boyfriend.

"I can't help it, it tickles," Dylan spoke with a light chuckle.

You shook your head and grabbed the eyeshadow palette and started darkening his mustache a little more, making it into the shape that you needed for his costume. The two of you were prepping for a Halloween party that one of your friends was throwing. Halloween was easily one of your favorite holidays, and dressing up was one of the activities you loved most.

Dylan's hands moved up along your waist as you stood between his legs at the kitchen table. A small smile spread across your face as you finished off.

"Done," You moved to set down the makeup brush, "Think you look sexy, baby."

Dylan stood and walked toward the mirror to see the work you'd done. There was a confidence that came over Dylan at times that was a little cocky. Normally, with other guys, it would be annoying. But on Dylan, it did nothing but turn you on. When he turned to you and that smirk turned up his lips, nearly instantly, your heart started racing.

He was a perfect Gomez Addams, especially after you used markup to darken his mustache and even add around his eyes. The Addams was the couple's costume you always wanted to do, but never had a partner to do with.

"Think the sexy one is you," Dylan slowly walked to you, his arm wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly to his chest.

He bent down and kissed you deeply, his hand moving down to caress your ass. You moaned softly against his lips and pulled on him tighter. When you pulled back away from him, you laughed at the red lipstick that had transferred to his lips.

"Let's get going before you have where we don't leave this house," You spoke as your thumb wiped away the lipstick.

"Yes, Mrs. Addams." He smirked, kissing you again, before grabbing your hand and leading you out to the car.

The entire time at the party Dylan couldn't keep his hands off of you. Always touch along your waist, and back, even a cheeky grab of your ass. Even when, at one point, Dylan was tipsy and his clingy handsy side came out a little more. His face moved to nuzzle into your neck, his lips pressing against your slightly warmed skin.

"Baby," You whispered softly, your hand moving to caress the back of his head, rubbing along his buzzed hair.

"Mmmm, taste so good," Dylan spoke with a slur to his voice. His face moved down to nuzzle into your chest. "Fuck, your tits look so good in this dress."

A soft giggle left your lips before he moved up and kissed you deeply again. His larger hand planning out over your side and his thumb reaching to rub along the side of your tit. You moaned softly against his lips as he pressed harder into you.

"Think it's time we head home, and have some of our own Halloween fun?"

Dylan smirked, his dark eyes shining with mischief before the two of you quickly left after saying goodbyes.

Never have I ever - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @herscrunchiehairtie​

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Words: 4,7k+

Warnings: underage drinking, spicy questions, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight begging, swearing, overstimulation

Requested by @moumouton4​​: I have a request It’s a Stiles x fem!reader and the pack are having a party and they are playing a drinking game where they ask each other questions and people who have already done the thing have to drink, but as the game progresses the questions get more sexual “Who did it in a car? Who did it in high school? ) and Stiles and Y/n drink every time but no one knows they are together, and the suspicious ones ask more and more direct questions to make them confess

AN: This was so much fun to write! AAAAAH. Also I was struggling with myself, because I didn’t know if I should make it smutty or not, so I decided to go with that. I really hope you like it! :) 

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“Okay, never have I ever cheated on a test,” Lydia said and waited for everyone’s reaction. 

“C’mon, Lydia. That’s boring,” Malia groaned as she leaned back into her chair. 

“Well, I have never. So I don’t have to drink,” Lydia said proudly and told you to hurry up with a single hand motion. 

You couldn’t help but sigh as you reached for your glass and lifted it in the air. “Well…”

Everyone else reached for their glasses as well and all took a sip. They definitely hadn’t imagined these questions when Kira suggested playing Never Have I Ever.

The party at Lydia’s was in full swing after Mason had once again shown up with half the school, and so you had looked for a "quiet” corner outside in front of the pool under the canopy. Even Liam and Mason, who were actually now almost responsible for the party, had joined you. And of course Mason was the first one who thought that Kira’s suggestion was perfect and had started directly with a statement. But if the questions would remain so normal, you were sure that soon everybody would be very drunk. Well, everyone for whom alcohol at least had an effect.

“Okay, okay, how about this? Never have I ever made out in the janitor’s closet,” Malia said and looked at Lydia. Because it was clear to everyone that this time, our strawberry blonde friend had to drink. Lydia just rolled her eyes and drank without saying a word. Stiles also reached for his glass, followed by Scott and Kira. 

“Who the fuck did you make out with in the janitor’s closet?” asked Scott Stiles, before looking at Malia, who shook her head.

“Um…,” Stiles stammered, trying to come up with a lie that his best friend wouldn’t notice. “This isn’t truth or dare.”

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I would love a fic about Dylan waking up in the middle of the night horny, having you pressed close to him, and the pair of you lazily getting off together, him fucking you on your side like you were already cuddled up, slow and hazy, just chasing the good feeling

18+ warning: sexual situations & language

You woke slowly with his hand caressing along your hip and his lips pressed against your neck. Your back was against his front as the two of you lay in bed. As your mind slowly woke you knew that you hadn't been asleep for a long time. You moaned softly when you felt the roughness of his beard against your neck as he continued to kiss and nip along the skin.

"...Dylan?" You spoke, your voice was hazy from your sleep.

Dylan moaned, deep within his chest, not moving from your neck. You pressed your hips back towards him and let out a small noise as you felt him hard against your ass. You reached back and threaded your fingers through his slightly grown-out hair, tugging on it slightly, causing him to moan again.

Dylan pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours as his hand moved down and pushed your his shirt up slightly, his fingers teasing along with the band of your underwear before slowly pulling them down.

Neither of you needed to speak.

You could feel how much he needed you.

From behind you, you felt Dylan shift as he pulled down his shorts.

You melted into him more as his fingers moved along your slit before teasing your clit. Dylan worked to draw out every little moan that you made as he teased you. You tilted your head back and pulled him down towards you so you could kiss him. Your lips moved together in a slow kiss.

You whimpered softly when you felt Dylan's fingers slowly move from between your legs. He pulled back away from you and brought them to his lips, before sucking on them. Dylan moaned as he slowly pulled them from his mouth.

Your breath caught for a moment when you felt him pressed against you, Dylan slowly stroking his cock against your wet slit. Your hips moved back against him as you became impatient. You needed to feel him, and he knew that. The slight smirk on his lips was evident of that.

Dylan's hand moved up your body and teased your nipple as he slowly thrust inside of you. Your head fell back against the pillow as you felt him. His thick cock stretched you, and Dylan wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him. He slowly pulled his hips back before moving back in.

He fucked you slow, tender but each thrust was deep. Your hips began to buck back against him.

"...that's it baby...god you feel so good...mmm, love your pussy so much." Dylan moaned, his lips brushing against yours, both your breaths hard and labored. Hearing his deep voice and moans made you clench and pulse around him more. Dylan felt like you were pulling him in deeper with each thrust with each word of praise that left his lips.

Your eyes met his and for a moment Dylan thought he was going to lose it with the feeling that shot through him.

But he slowed his movements and changed his angle slightly, making you grip him tighter. The erotic sound of your pussy wrapped around his cock mixed with both your moans. The room felt hot and thick with tension as you moved together.

You moaned his name like a soft prayer as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

You knew he was close too. Dylan's thrusts become more erratic with every pull of his hips.

His arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you tighter against him as you both came. You shuddered against him and closed your eyes for a moment.

Dylan thrust in a couple of times before slowly pulling out.

You bit on your lip and moans as you slowly felt his cum slowly move down between your thighs as the two of you lay there.

Dylan bent down and kissed along your shoulder before moving up and kissing your lips softly. His arms stayed wrapped around you as the two of you cuddled into one another.

Just acting (D.O) Smut + Angst

Warnings🛑: smut- daddy kink (daddy is used once), pet names (doll, darling, baby), praise kink, cursing, unprotected sex (just wear a damn condom). Angst- crying, yelling. Fluff at the end =)

Requests are open🌻

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Dylan and I never got along. Since the first day I started working on the set of Teen Wolf, he's always had it in of me.

I have no clue why he's being such a dick about everything, because no one else is.

After 3 weeks of him being a total ass, I decided that I was going start being rude back to him.

*knock* *knock*

"Hey, uh you're being called to set." I told Dylan when he opened his trailer door

"They could've texted me, so why the hell did they send you to come and tell me?" He asked, looking me up and down.

"Do I look like a fucking mind reader Dylan?"

"No, but you do look like a stuck up bitch."

"Your mom should've swallowed you." I said, turning around and walking away before he could say something else.

As I made my way back to set, I heard footsteps running up behind me.

"You're a stuck up bitch and you're rude."

"Go cry about it." I told him as I kept walking.

"They should've hired someone else to be my love interest."

"I agree."

For some reason that made Dylan stop.

"Did you just say that you agree with me?" He asked, he sounded shocked. I turned around and looked at him, he had a shit eating grin on his face that I would give anything for, just to smack it off his pretty face.

"I don't see the issue with that." I stated

"You never agree with me. On anything."

"Look princess. We're about to shoot a sex scene together, the least we can do is try to be a little nicer to each other, just until the scene is over." I told him.

"Did you just call me princess?" Dylan asked. I rolled my eyes and continued walking.

Once we made it there, the director told us to undress and put on underwear. The underwear we were going to be wearing was the same color as our skin tone, so that we look naked, without actually being fully naked.

After we put on the underwear, we put our clothes back on and got ready for the scene.

It was officially time to shoot the scene, I was nervous, I mean who wouldn't be when they're about to have "sex" with Dylan O'Brien?

"And action!" The director yelled.

"Hey, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Stiles asked as he looked at me. We where in Stiles's room, studying for a test we had tomorrow.

"Just thinking." I replied after a short pause "about?" Stiles looked at me curiouly, setting his book down to give me his full attention.

"You." I replied simply "what about me?" "Everything. I'm thinking about how hot you look in that shirt. I'm thinking about your lips and hands all over my body." "Baby, you should've said something sooner." Stiles said as he stood up and made his way over to me.

Dylan took off his shirt, I would be lying if I said it didn't make me even the slightest bit wet. I'm honestly embarrassed about how turned on I got from just seeing him shirtless.

"Like what you see?" That was not in the script, that was purely Dylan being a cocky asshole.

"Mmm, I always do." I said, staring up at him. That shit eating grin never leaving his face for even a second, not even he crawled onto his bed and ontop of me.

"God, you really are gorgeous." He said, kissing me right after. My hands went straight to the back of his neck, my fingers playing with his hair.

We pulled apart, he waisted no time in removing my shirt and bra followed soon after, along with my pants.

Dylan moved his lips to my neck, kissing, biting and leaving bruises everywhere he could. "Fuck Stiles." I moaned

"Thats it princess, l want everyone to know how good I make you feel." "You do, you make me feel so good."

I felt his hand move between my thighs, slowly inching closer to my pussy.

"Ahh" I moaned when he pressed his thumb against my clit. That was also not part of the script. And yet, I still threw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of him.

I didn't stop him, I didn't tell him to get off of me, because although I act like I hate him, i've been so madly in love with him for last four months.

But for now, all I can do is to enjoy the feeling of his lips against my skin and his hand between my legs, because I know damn well I'm not letting him know about my feelings for him.

"So fuckin' wet and all I've done is kiss you, its pathetic." He whispers in my ear, soft enough so that only I can hear.

Dylan pulled my panties aside, pushing two of his fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me.

We were both covered with duvet on his bed, the camera was still able to get all the shots that were needed, but no one could see what Dylan and I were actually doing.

"I need you." I moaned as I pulled at his hair again. "Someone's needy." Dylan replied with a smirk as he sat up, and looked down at me.

"You know, something tells me you're all bark and no bite" I said as I sat up a little, staring back at him.

"We both know thats not true doll."

"Mmm, do we though? Because it looks to me like you don't really know what you're doing."

"You shut that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan said, the smirk on his face dropping, but the one on mine growing.

"Or what hmh? Are you gonna spank me? Punish me? Because if you are, please get on with it." Before I even knew what happened Dylan turned me around, face down and ass up before grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours"

I couldn't respond, I was honestly shocked by his change in behavior, so I only nodded.

"Words baby, c'mon, you had a lot to say a minute ago." He grabbed my hair even tighter, causing a whipmer to escape my mouth. "Do you want me to fuck that pretty little cunt?" He asked slowly, kissing my neck after each word.

"Yes." I practically moaned

"Mmm, good girl"

"God, just fuck me already. Please." With that, Dylan pushed my head down again, I heard him taking off his pants.

He came up behind me, giving my ass a hard smack before rubbing the spot he hit.

"Please, Stiles. I need you. Please." Dylan leaned down, whispering in my ear "are you sure?" "Yes." I whispered back. With that, he once again pushed my underwear out of the way and pulled out his dick.

He slowly rubbed the tip over my clit and entrance, before pushing in.

"Oh fuck." I moaned when he finally bottomed out. I clenched around him, causing him to groan.

"So fucking tight." He groaned. He started fucking me at a brutal pace, its a miracle no one caught on to the fact that we weren't acting and Dylan was actually busy rearranging my guts.

"Fuck, don't stop, please don't stop." I begged. Dylan could feel how close I was by the way I clenched around him. He pulled out and turned me over before slamming into me again.

"Cum for me baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy." "Ah fuck Stiles. I'm cumming." I moaned, scratching Dylan's back.

Dylan didn't stop fucking me. I could feel him twitch inside me. "Cum inside me. I want you to fill me up." I whispered in his ear, out of breath.

"Oh fuck Y/N." Dylan moaned in my ear as he came inside me.

Only after he pulled out did I realise what just happened.

"And cut! That was perfect guys! You guys can go get cleaned up and head home, that was our last scene for today." Russell called out.

Dylan practically ran to his trailer, leaving me on set, legs shaking and mind racing.

After I got myself cleaned up, I went over to Dylan's trailer, knocking on the door.

He opened his door, shock all over his face when he saw me.

"Y/N, what uh- what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier."

He moved out of the way, creating space for me to walk into his trailer.

"Why did you ran off like that?" I asked once he closed the door.

"I don't really know."  "You're going to have to give me a little more than that Dylan."

"What do you want me to say Y/N? I was acting. Everything we did was just acting."

"It wasn't 'just acting' and you know it! You were balls deep inside me. That's not acting Dylan, thats you fucking me because you wanted to. Because maybe you don't hate me, maybe you're actually in love me and you're just to damn scared to admit it!" I yelled.

I was pissed that he couldn't admit his feelings, then again, I can't either.

"Fucking you made the scene more realistic.  I don't have feelings for you. I never have and I never will. For the last time. It was JUST acting." Dylan said, his tone of voice getting madder with each word.

It hurt. His words hurt. But instead of crying about it or letting him know how much it hurt me, in front of him. I just nodded my head and left.

As soon as I closed my trailer door I called my best friend.

___Dylan's pov___

After Y/N left my trailer, I couldn't help but feel bad. I lied.

The only reason I've been such a dick to her is because I'm in love with her, i mean who wouldn't be. She's smart, funny, kind, gorgeous. She's my dream girl.

I don't know why I started being a dick to her, I don't know shy I continued being rude to her even after she was nothing but kind to me. Then she just, changed. She started being rude to me too. Thats why we are where we are right now.

When we shot that scene I didn't plan on actually fucking her, but I got lost in the moment, i just needed to feel her. I needed her, still do.

After a few minutes I decided to grow a pair and go over to her trailer to finally tell her how I feel and to apologize for everything.

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"How could I be so stupid? Thinking he could ever love me the way I love him really is pathetic." I didnt mean to eavesdrop, but when I lifted my hand to knock, she started talking. She was crying.

Once she ended her phone call with who ever she was talking to. As soon as she did, I knocked on her door.

When she opened it, I looked at her eyes, they were red and puffy and her cheeks wet with tears. When she saw it was me, she tried closing the door, but I stopped it just before it closed.

"Please let me talk." I begged

"Fine. Talk." She said, crossing her arms over her chest, looking at me.

"I love you." I spoke after a few seconds of just staring at her. It was straight forward, but I just needed her to know how I feel, she deserves to know how I feel.

"Is this some kind of sick fucking joke, because if it is I swear to -" I cut her off by kissing her.

"I'm so sorry about everything. Ive liked you since you started working here and I don't know why I've been such a dick to you, but I just want you to know how much I like you and I really want to take you out on a date." I told her once we pulled away. "So Y/N, will you please go on a date with me?" I asked

She smiled and pulled me in for another kiss. "Yes." She said, puling away for just a second before kissing me again. "But you're going to have to do alot more that just take me on a date, to prove you're sorry for being a total ass." She said, smiling

"I promise." I said, smiling back at her.

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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”

Taglist- @typic4lpisces @maybankforlife

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.