Stiles Blurb With Him And The Reader Having A Little Makeout Session Then Scott Barges In And Scott Looks

Stiles blurb with him and the reader having a little makeout session then Scott barges in and Scott looks like a proud parent 😭😭

“Easy…easy, Princess—”

“Stiles…come on—”

“Shh. You can be patient, can’t you?”

You lean back and catch his eye, offering a flat look. “Have you met me?”

He grins, chuckling under his breath as he smooths his palms up your spine while tugging you closer. “Touché.”

With that, his kisses return to your throat, teeth scraping down your feverish skin as your head drops back and your eyes fall closed.

You’ve never needed someone so badly. So urgently. So salaciously. He’s fucking everything. 

And he knows it.

“Don’t go quiet on me,” he murmurs, nose judging under your jaw. “Not after all that begging you did earlier.”

You whimper despite yourself, fingers in his hair as he rolls your hips over his. 

“It was cute.” He nips at your chest. “Hearing you beg me to touch you. Watching you squirm in your seat. Put my hand between your thighs under the table. In the middle of the goddamn library, too. S’that how bad you needed me?”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Your cheeks are already flushed, and your mind is hazy but Stiles doesn’t care. 

The sadistic prick.

“Does history turn you on? Is that it?” he teases, smirking when you whisper his name. “Had to drag me to the nurse's office just to fuck me? Is that it?”

“Stiles—”

“Say it,” he hisses, hand around the back of your neck as he squeezes, forcing your eyes on his. “Go on. Tell me what I wanna hear. Tell me how bad you fucking need me—”

“Stiles—”

“Stiles?”

The sound of a third voice brings your attention to the door, both of your eyes widening as you find Scott with his head peeking in from the hallway.

His eyebrow cocks up when he realizes what he’s walked into, blinking quickly as he mumbles, “Oh, my bad. Malia said you weren’t...feeling…well?”

Neither you nor Stiles move, somehow frozen as Scott’s mouth begins to turn up in a rather smug smirk. 

“But I see you’re feeling much better now,” he declares, nodding his chin at the two of you. “Carry on, Obi-Wan.”

And with that, he slips back into the hall and closes the door, leaving Stiles to groan as he drops his forehead onto your chest. “He gets the reference wrong every fucking time, I swear to God—”

“I thought you locked the door,” you laugh as you slip off his lap to do just that. “It’s like you want to get caught.”

He watches you suspiciously as you return to him, grabbing onto your hips as you straddle his waist. “Oh, I’m the one who wants to get caught, huh? When you were screaming so loud last time, half the station heard you.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault you had to have me right then and there,” you argue. “I mean, your dad was a few hundred feet away—”

“Right, and we would have gotten away with it, if you hadn’t done exactly what I said not to do, and moaned—”

“I couldn’t help it, baby,” you suddenly whisper in a needy purr, dipping down to ghost your lips over his as your fingers drag through the soft hairs on the nape of his neck. “Can never help it when it comes to you.”

And suddenly, he’s not so upset anymore, hands tugging at you until you both go crashing back against the small mattress.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, hands already slipping under your skirt. 

Your breath hitches.

“Then let’s make it two for two.”

~ Full Masterlist

~ Other Dylan Blurbs

~ 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.

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

Blurb idea - Mitch and reader have a fight. Mitch says some really harsh stuff and reader is really quiet and hurt . He feels guilty and make her dinner or her fav dessert or something basically I want angst but also fluff in the end

y'all were really in your feels when you sent some of these asks, there were a lot of angst requests

"Give me a fucking break! I provide this entire life for you, and still, all you can do is fucking get at me?" Mitch snapped, brows pulled tight and you jumped a little at the way his tone sharpened, so loud his voice echoed off of the walls. His throat bobbed, almost enough to feel guilty for scaring you so, but you knew him well, and when Mitch was this angry, he was seeing red, nothing else mattered. He took a deep breath, hands clenched by his sides. "Just leave me the fuck alone for a little while, jesus christ."

Silence settled between you both for a second, and you hated the way tears were burning behind your eyes, your own anger rising to combat it. "Fine. You want some time alone? Take as much as you want." You held your tone steady, not wanting to snap the way he had, and his face smoothed out a little, angry lines and taut features softening as he stared. You held it for a moment longer, before moving away from him, into the corridor of your small home.

Your boots were sitting by the front door, and you tugged them on, zipping up the sides as he followed into the corridor, daring not to come any closer than the doorway from the kitchen, the scene of the crime that had you so upset. "You're going out?"

His voice was quieter now, and you only nodded, unhooking your coat roughly from the hook it sat on, and grabbing a scarf too.

"Where are you going to go? It's freezing outside, and it's dark soon. You're being ridiculous."

"Maybe so, Mitch!" Finally, you did snap. But, your voice wasn't harsh like his. Yours wavered, cracking g toward the end, and his brows shot up in shock as you looked at him, clutching your coat and scarf in your arms, tears finally spilling over. "Maybe I am being ridiculous. But, being ridiculous out there is a hell of a lot better than being ridiculed in here!"

Throwing your coat over your shoulders, the scarf followed, and you grabbed for your back, shooting him a harsh glare at the very first step he took toward you. He froze in his steps, mouth opening once again, but this time, nothing came out. He simply nodded, once, tight, and turned on his heel, heading back into the house, still simmering in his anger.

You let the door slam shut behind you a second later.

You took a deep breath, the biting cold of mid-evening air biting at cold cheeks as you wiped away tears from your cheeks. You truly had no idea where to go, your mind reeling back on the conversation you'd just had, and how badly wrong everything had gone.

The store. That's where you'd go. To pick up cheese, the one ingredient you'd asked Mitch to buy, to bring home for dinner. You knew he'd had a long day, he'd been texting you all about it, but all his days were long, or hard, or both. His job wasn't easy. You expected him to have a better handle on things.

Patting your bag down for your car keys, you cursed, knowing they were still in the dish inside. You could go back in and get them, but you didn't want to be on the other side of that door again yet, and so your feet were carrying you down the pathway before you could stop it.

The walk wasn't far, coat fastened around you, scarf tight, hands in your pockets. There was always something oddly soothing to you about winter nights, it helped clear your mind, and within only twenty minutes of walking, you'd felt infinitely better. Upon making it to the store, getting cheese, and a couple of other items on your list, you'd made your way across to a small café.

The café you went to on your fourth date with Mitch. Finding time for dates had been hard in the beginning, and the two of you had settled on dates while doing errands, and so your fourth date had been a shopping trip, and coffee in this very café afterwards. It had been summer at that time, late afternoon, and you'd sat on the patio chairs laughing and sharing your stories until twilight had taken over the sky.

Now, it was dark, and cold, condensation forming on the windows where the cold outer air met the warmth on the inside of the glass. The cake in front of you still sat untouched, and you shook your head clear of the thoughts. Picking up your fork, you took off the edge of it, soothing yourself with the flavours of chocolate and fudge.

By the time it was finished, the clock was ticking late, and you still had the walk home to make before you got too tired, or let Mitch begin to worry. You were angry, sure, but you didn't want him to panic. Gathering your things and closing your tab, you sealed yourself back up warm, one hand clutching your shopping bag as the other tucked tight into your pocket once again.

The walk felt longer this time around. The later hour and the exhaustion settling into your bones at the prospect of walking back toward the problem instead of away from it lingered over your head, making it all the more difficult.

The house smelt like cheese and tomato and herbs when you stepped back into the house, and you scowled, knowing there was cheese in the shopping back you clutched. Placing your bag and the shopping down, you slipped the latches over, locking the house up tight, and Mitch appeared around the doorway once again as you were taking off your coat and scarf.

"Hey." He cleared his throat a little, and you glanced up, meeting his eye for only a second, nodding your head, and moving your focus back to your boots.

"Hey."

He shuffled a little at the blunt response, watching as you placed your boots neatly back on the shoe rack, before grabbing your shopping and moving past him into the kitchen. There was a pizza box sitting out on the table, stacked with a few smaller ones on top, obviously still hot as steam circled out from under the lids. "I ordered pizza."

"I see that." You mumbled, beginning to unpack your purchases into the cupboards and the fridge, hearing him sigh as he took a seat. Plates were already set out, a glass of wine sitting out opposite himself as he clutched onto his beer bottle again, and your eyes flickered around for more, wondering if it was the first one he'd had. It was.

"Sit down with me?"

"I need to shower, first." Stepping away from the table, his hand shot out, fingers brushing the back of your hand gently.

"Please, baby." You caved, sinking into the seat opposite him, and picking up your glass. Clearing half off the wine in one, the edges of his lips flickered up in a soft smile, and he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry."

"For which part, Mitch?" You raised a brow at him. "For forgetting the cheese? No. Perhaps it was for yelling at me. For telling me I do nothing, when it was you who insisted on this life." He could no longer hold your gaze, and he didn't dare to interrupt. "Was it not you, Mitch, who insisted I work from home, where it's safe? Was it not you, Mitch, who always told me to simply text you when we need something, instead of walking out to get it, just so I'd be here when you got back? Was it not you, Mitch, who chooses every day to keep doing this job, when you know how stressful it can be, when you promised me it would never get in the way of our lives?"

He paused, sensing the distress and anger you held, placing down his beer and clasping his hands to sit atop the table. "It was. It was me, all of it was me."

The confession fell heavily between you, and yet when he looked back up again, his eyes were shining the same way yours had been mere hours ago, a cold shock that raced through you. "I hated myself. The second the words left my mouth, but even more so when I saw you crying. I promised myself I would look after you, I did all of those things to keep you safe and happy, and yet, I was the one who hurt you in the end. I'm sorry. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped in my chest when you started getting your things. I was worried you'd never come back once the door closed."

You sighed, the crack in his voice telling you everything that you needed to know. "I'm not leaving you, Mitch. All couples fight."

He let out a shaky breath, nodding his head. "And I'll do anything to fix it, because I really don't think I'd survive it if you walked away from me, now." With a roll of your eyes, but one you knew was full of affection, he let out a relieved sigh, before pushing the pizza boxes toward you a little. "You should get the first piece tonight."

"I'm still mad at you." Despite your words, you accepted the olive branch, opening up the pizza box.

"I know." After loading some slices onto your plate, you turned it to him, beginning to open the other boxes as he helped himself to some of the food inside. "I love you."

You levelled him with a look, equal parts playful, irritated and loving. "I know."

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.

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 1: Colliding (Reader POV)

There’s no fucking shot that’s Dylan O’Brien? Not a chance. There’s no way? Holy shit. Holy shit, wait. It is . It fucking is! You couldn’t help the blush that immediately flooded your cheeks when the realization set in entirely. 

He was walking with friends through a concession area when he started dancing to Run the Jewels that was blasting from the Mojave stage nearby, as his friends laughed and recorded him. His shirt was entirely unbuttoned and somehow the fact that it was lazily hanging from his body was more sinful looking than if he’d actually been shirtless. 

You were honestly trying not to stare, but to be fair? He was making a bit of a spectacle of himself, so you felt you were well within your rights as a human to be ogling. You weren’t the only one watching him, but you might have been the only one to recognize him. 

He spun around a final time and laughed, clapping his friend on the back as they headed off toward the cantina and beer barn. 

You smiled to yourself. A celebrity sighting while you were on a bathroom run. What a fun story to tell your friends when you made it back to the Gobi stage. You were checking out TOKiMONSTA before heading to the main stage for the rest of the evening. You looked over your shoulder one last time at Dylan and his group of friends before you headed back to meet up with your own. 

“Where the hell have you been?” your friend yelled at you as she bobbed along to the music when you finally make it back to her. “I thought you just had to pee? Did you get lost?” 

“Relax!” you yelled back, unamused. “I got…distracted,” you said, waving your arms dismissively before you tucked yourself in next to your friend. 

“What?” 

“I’ll text you!” you said, gesturing to your phone. You looked down at the screen and opened your message history with her and typed out a brief synopsis of the events of the last fifteen minutes. You watched her eyes bug out of her head before she looked up at you. 

You pressed your lips together and raised your brows before you nodded. 

“No way! No! Where!?” 

You pointed to your phone and sent another message. It was easier than burning through your voice and yelling over the music.

You: He was just vibing with friends? Over by beer barn. 

Her: We’re going. Now. 

“No!” you yelled at her and then looked back down at your phone.

You: Absolutely fucking not. I’m not gonna be one of those weirdos. He did look fucking hot though. 

Her: I bet. I’m fucking mad. I’ve never been more disappointed in my bladder. 

You: Next time don’t tell me to find it myself. 

She looked up at you and rolled her eyes before she flipped you off. 

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Much love everyone! I hope I don't let anyone down. I know this shit was in high demand. It's 10 AM and I haven't slept, but the Coachella smut now exists in the world. Be a dear and let me know if you liked it (or didn't, honestly). Feedback, that's all I'm askin' for. This thing was a labour of insanity, and your feedback always makes it worth it :) -Trashy xoxox