~ Mr. And Mrs. Smith ~ M.R

~ Mr. and Mrs. Smith ~ M.R

prompt: 33. “I could punch you right now.”

requested by: @stilessbaseballbat

summary: good old sexual tension

pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

warnings: slight nsfw due to tension

word count: 1,584

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Despite it being 2 am it wasn't unusual to find Y/N and Mitch in the sparring area. They'd been partners in training and the field for almost 3 years by this point. People were surprised at how easily they clicked as partners but the truth is in the files. Just under 3 years and a comprehensive list of at least 45 eliminated targets left them no time to relax, not even in between jobs. That's what leads them to working out, sparring at 2 am.

"You know if you keep hitting me like a child you're gonna lose your touch in the field," Y/N said hopping in between stances in front of Mitch who'd previously just been bitch-slapped across the face. Most other times this would be inappropriate but in under a second of thought Mitch had picked up Y/N across his shoulder and slammed her on the ground letting all the air leave her chest.

"You know if you keep bitch slapping me I'm gonna put my knee under your spine next time," Mitch said without a sliver of sarcasm as he helped Y/N back up off the floor. It was very entertaining watching 2 trained killers express affection in a very twisted way. Any normal human would think they're trying to kill each other.

"Next time my ass." Was the last word uttered before Y/N sent an uppercut straight to Mitch's chin. This then led to a solid 10 minutes of very intense sparring while also a very intense battle of quips as if they were both in a buddy cop movie.

That was until Mitch landed a lucky punch that split Y/N's lip. He noticed the second he did it and so did Y/N as she felt the skin-pop. It wasn't a big deal to her people get injured while sparring it doesn't make a difference but it makes Mitch feel bad every time she gets a cut due to sparring.

"Okay, we're done." Mitch said taking his knuckle wraps off and walking away. Y/N always gets fed up when he ends sparring early to due an injury, but she knew he means well. Y/N walks away without another word and heads to the kitchen walking through the forest from the sparring gym to the cabin again. By the time Mitch had cleared up and followed her out of the gym Y/N was already sitting down at the island in the kitchen with a bag of peas over her mouth and 2 glasses of whiskey in front of her.

"Here you go, princess," Y/N said throwing another bag of peas towards him to help with the shiner that she'd left on his right eye. He catches it with a wink and puts the bag on his eye taking his seat next to her, and taking a sip of the whiskey she poured for him. So they proceeded to sit in silence sipping their whiskeys with different bags of peas on their face numbing the pain of different injuries when Hurley walked in to get an early morning glass of whiskey before he inevitably went back to sleep.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Hurley said nodding to them both as he passed to grab his own drink. Y/n had heard a range of nicknames for her and Rapp over the past 3 years, Cosmo and Wanda was her personal favorite, but this was a new one so it was difficult for her to stifle a laugh. Mitch however didn't get the reference, of course, he didn't. He didn't question it either, not until Hurley left that is.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith?" Mitch questioned Y/N. She just turned to him with a confused face wondering why he repeated what Hurley said, unless…

"Have you never seen that movie?" Y/N said pulling her whole body back in shock at the audacity. Mitch just shook his head slowly worried for her (over) reaction to him not seeing a hailed 'cult classic.' This sprung Y/N into a 10-minute synopsis of the movie filling her whiskey glass up as they'd already drunk it and refilled it twice. By the time Y/N was done with her explanation she looked to Mitch to gauge his reaction and obviously she got nothing, considering he'd had a hard time following along with what she was saying as he was too busy looking at the bust lip he gave her… or maybe he was just looking at her lips. He shook his head after that thought but realized the shake seen dismissive and followed it with,

"Never seen it, sounds interesting." He said covering all bases considering he didn't actually pay attention.

"I swear when we're back from this mission I'm making a list of movies we need to watch, starting with Mr. and Mrs. Smith," Y/N says putting the bag of peas on her neck. Mitch hadn't even noticed there was a bruise near her neck until that moment, or maybe he was noticing the drop of water from the outside of the bag fall down her neck and further down unt-

"What I have to spend MORE time with you outside of our job?" Mitch coughed out trying to talk about literally anything else. Y/N looked fake offended for a moment which was really just putting her lower lip down in a frown, which led Mitch back to the cut on her lip… or her lips. "Okay fine you got me movie night it is," He said breaking trying to get a change of conversation as quickly as he could.

"Wow, didn't think you'd be THAT easy Rapp. Interesting." Y/N drew out the last syllables to annoy Mitch, and it worked. He moved his body to face her more and dropped the bag of peas to give her a full condescending stare. That was the first time Y/N had actually looked at the bruise on his face and when she did her face softened in empathy for the pain. Mitch didn't know what she was thinking about he had just seen her entire body relax and her face softens as she looked straight at him. He watched intently as she reached out to press around the bruise to see if it was going to grow any further, thankfully it didn't seem to hurt where she was pressing but it was burning in a way he couldn't understand at the moment. Maybe it was just the whiskey making his skin reactive to warmth, that had to be it.

That was until Y/N stood up to get something from the cupboards to make food and Mitch's body got up without his mind telling him to. He ended up standing directly behind her his breath hitting the back of her neck where the ice had just been meaning she felt it intensely across her back. She expected him to move as if he was just shuffling past her but she was wrong, he just stood there not really touching her no matter how much her mind begged that he would. She decided in a moment of weakness to turn around and face him and there he was, not moving a muscle just observing her.

"Awfully close there Rapp, I could punch you right now," Y/N said laughing hoping that the sarcastic threat would elicit the same response from him and would snap him out of whatever was happening. She was ultimately wrong as the comment made Mitch close the distance he's left, but as she also stepped back she realized there was no more room as her back was to the kitchen counter. Mitch just watched her for a moment not understanding how it's taken him this long to truly notice her features individually. Of course, he was aware she was attractive he wasn't blind, they'd been partners for years and he'd seen her dressed for balls and all sorts of occasions but there was a difference between attractiveness and pure beauty. Maybe it was the sarcastic comments she made as they were fighting to make him less anxious, maybe it was the way she always defended him to Hurley in their earlier days, or simply maybe it was Hurley referencing them as a couple that he began to think about them in every way a couple exists.

He brought his hand up to her cheek swiping his thumb across her lip and cleaning up the excess blood from when it re-split as she laughed. That was when it clicked in Y/N's head, or at least she thought she was right. She was hoping at the moment that it wasn't just the alcohol and the testosterone from working out. Although maybe the aftermath would be easier if he was just drunk and being a bit more confident than usual. Both of them knew it wasn't the case as the air around them shifted and the tension seemed to turn quite quickly to lust even though all they were doing was looking each other in the eyes. People underestimate the intimacy of truly looking at someone and letting them see you for who you are, and that's what Rapp was doing for the first time he was truly looking at the same woman who'd been in front of him for years and he finally let her see him.

"Yeah.. you could." was the last thing he whispered before he closed the space taking her lips on his ignoring the bloody lip, and the fact they were in the cabin with Hurley just 2 doors away.

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.

Collision Course Coachella

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time. Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe) Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author’s Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It’s juicy, and I’ve decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022. Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3

Day 2: Careeneing (Dylan POV)

Dylan woke up feeling a bit worse for wear, but by the time he’d fallen asleep in the soft bed of their vacation rental, he’d mostly sobered up, and hydrated himself enough that he didn’t feel like death when he finally peeled his eyelids open. He wasn’t free from the dull ache behind his eyes, or the dry mouth that had him smacking his tongue. Thirty was no joke, you can’t go ham without consequence. 

He promised himself he wasn’t going to sleep in too long—didn’t want to miss too much—but by the time he rolled out of his sheets and hauled his ass to the shower, it was already almost noon. He shuffled into the bathroom off his bedroom, adjusting the semi in his boxers before he stood in front of the large mirror over the long vanity and rubbed his knuckles into his eyes. He appraised himself, leaning in to see how bloodshot his eyes were, ran his hand over the pink flush of the slight sunburn he’d managed to get across his chest the day before. The consequences of his wardrobe choice brought a little smile to his face. 

Walking around the festival practically shirtless had been pretty freeing. He couldn’t lie. He was generally a bit more reserved, especially in public, but he’d grown a little tired of being on his best behaviour. He just wanted to have a good time. Bare chest in the California sunshine, a little to the left of sober, and nestled between thighs of a charming as hell stranger. 

He could hear the others in the common area of the shared suite laughing and chatting. 

Today was going to be a good time. Pre-drinks at the hotel, a few others were meeting them before they headed over to the festival grounds, but he needed to be a little more awake before he was ready to entertain guests or field any more questions about the night before. The guys badgered him a bit more than he liked on the walk back, but he pretty effectively deflected. The two of you had eventually met back up with the others. 

Dylan smiled as he turned on the faucet of the shower and let the water run until it warmed before he stepped in. Last night had been fucking wild. The whole day really, but it wasn’t like he frequently fucked women he’d only just met in bathroom stalls, so the event was kind of a stand-out. He supposed it was partly an extension of the letting go he’d been trying to engage more in. Just let go of some of the reservations that he’d always felt held him back from really enjoying the fuck out of life. And this girl? She was definitely something he’d enjoyed.   

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So... Listen, was this update meant to be fucking 15k words? NO. Absolutely not, but these two refused to be rushed? Who the hell am I to argue. Please let me know what you think! I shoot your feedback right into my muhfuhkin veins, dude. I live for it <3 Happy reading! -Trashy xoxo

Your Midnights (Dylan O’Brien x Female Reader)

A relationship with Dylan told over the course of four New Years Eve’s

Masterlist Word Count: 7.7k Warnings: None

Notes: yeah it is January 24th at 3:46 am… so what. I’m depressed and couldn’t finish a wip when I wanted to if there was a gun to my head. just pretend it’s a month earlier pls thx

December 2018

“Okay, who is that…” I questioned, my lips barely hovering above my glass, nudging Aly’s shoulder and nodding my head in the direction of the guy sitting on the floor petting one of the dogs.

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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+]

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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!)

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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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