No Bc Imagine You Telling Stiles Youre Pregnant And He Gets All Sad And Worried Because He Thinks You

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That Don’t Make it Right

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

✨It’s HERE!✨

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

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

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

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

DAY TWENTY

TMR Thomas + hair pulling kink

[warnings - cunnilingus, pillowprincess!fem!sub!reader, softdom!thomas, hair pulling kink]

[word count - 1130]

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It’s been a long, gruelling week for Thomas. Day after day consisted of endless running, mind-numbing map making, tasteless mush and sleepless nights. The Glade doesn’t really keep with the concept of the weekend, but Runners work off a four days on, three days off schedule (a guideline only created so pulled muscles and dehydration a chance to fade).

He hits the all but useless mattress of his and yours shared cabin with a resounding thump. His plan, as exciting as it sounds, is to chain himself to this God awful bed and not leave until Minho is pulling him to the maze, kicking and screaming. He is absolutely not leaving this bed. His eyes cannot even be forced open. Nothing can make him leave this-

“Tommy?”

Oh. Your light, dreamy voice drifts throughout the draughty shack of a house, gracing his ears like melted honey. It made him want to rise from the well-worn sheets and follow the sweet tone until he came into contact with your warm, malleable body.

“Baby,” he sits up against the creaking headboard, blinking owlishly as he watches you cross the threshold to your rickety cabin, pushing the door closed with a soft click and seemingly floating towards him. He props himself up against the headboard, hands outstretched and awaiting your body to fill them. You don’t leave him yearning for too long; situating yourself atop his muscled thighs and giving in to his possessive grip on your waist with an unflinchingly attractive grin.

“Missed you,” you all but purr, nudging your head under his chin in a vaguely feline motion that has Thomas letting out a breathy chuckle and surrendering himself to your whim. Your lips rest somewhere amongst the goosebumps littering the excitement warmed skin around his adams apple, “was- was with those smelly boys all day, ‘nd all I wannid’a do was run into that silly maze ‘nd get all your kissies,”

Thomas very nearly lets a whimper slip out at that. One would think, after being one of the only people responsible for the escape of all his friends (along with those he doesn’t like so much), he must want to release all the stress in his body; not have to take care of anyone else. In fact, the complete opposite is true - he absolutely adores being the only one able to cater to your every whim, not like those ‘smelly boys’. Having you pout up at him with those big, pleading eyes as you beg him to take care of you, give you what you need.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he frowns, shifting his chin so he can smooth a kiss to the crown of your head, “wish we could stay in bed all day,”

“What, so you can keep your mouth on me all day?” You tease, giving a playful nip to the empty canvas of his throat. It’s a hint - not a very sly one at that - and you roll your hips against his to give the ache between your thighs a short reprieve. He almost rolls his eyes, a sly smirk masking his cheeks and all of a sudden you’re squealing and his biceps are bulging and he’s slamming you down onto your back on the much too thin mattress.

“Right as always, my queen,” he admits, shuffling shamelessly down the bed until his shoulders nudge apart and the tip of his nose grazes against your clit through the thick denim of your stonewash jeans.

“Tommy,” you keen, raising your hips to meet the tiny spark of friction, “want you to make me cum,”

“F’course, babygirl,” he concedes, ever the sucker for your innocent pillow princess act, and grasps at your hip with one hand, blunt nails digging into your supple skin as his other cradles your head to soften the blow as he flips the two of you over. That small gesture makes you smile, reaching up to smooth a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Hey, hey,” you interrupt his ministrations, gripping his jaw to stop the tingling kisses he’s begun littering across your neck. He pulls back, a look of concern imprinting on his features, ready to distance himself from you, You’re quick to carry on, “I love you,”

His face goes soft again, a crimson hue dusting his cheeks. His head dips down to the joint between his neck and shoulder, leaving a sweet nip to the skin, “I love you too, pretty girl,”

Thomas makes quick work of stripping you down - well, it’s more that he shoves your shirt up above your tits and pulls down your sports bra enough for them to pop out, then unbuttons and drags down your jeans.

He isn’t shy when his tongue darts out to smear across your labia, gathering up all of the wetness accumulated over a long day of thinking about this moment. Thomas latches his lips around your chronically understimulated bud, sucking deeply and making you jolt in his hold, a surprised gasp flying past your sun-cracked lips. He doesn’t dare use his fingers yet, not until he’s lapped up all of your sweet juices. You can’t help but tremble under the lavishing of his tongue, hands shooting down to grasp at the roots of his hair, tugging him closer despite the overwhelming pleasure you’re already shaking from. Thomas let out a muffled grunt against your clit at the new sensation, pushing his tongue flat against your spit-slicked and allowing his teeth to scrape over your sensitive skin, collecting up all of your escaping juices.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against your pussy, sending firm vibrations through you. He leans into the tug on his hair, encouraging you to keep going, “feels so- feels- fuck,”

You almost laugh at the irony of his stammered words, as if he’s getting more pleasure out of this exchange than you are. The thought makes you shudder, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as you grind yourself against his tongue and pull harder on the tangles of his hair in the hopes that he lets out another precious moan against you.

“Tommy, Tommy, m’gonna cum- oh,” you sigh out, rutting against his fingers as they finally come into contact with your dripping core, sliding past you entrance and rubbing against your gummy walls, pressing against the spot he just knew would make your eyes roll back into your skull.. He doesn’t relent, thrusting his fingers at your g-spot until you crumble, screaming out your release and coating his fingers in a pearly white substance, not stopping until you shuffle back, whimpering from overstimulation.

“So,” he draws himself back, licking all of the excess slick from around his lips, arching forward as you go to pull your hands from his curls, “I think we’ve learned something today,”

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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”

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dylan o'brien x female reader [1.7k words ]

summary: dylan has a new role that involves a new haircut that has a particular effect on you.

warnings: adult themes + sexual situations.

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"Dylan? Babe?" You called out into the nearly silent New York Apartment.

You'd spent the day in the city while Dylan was shooting and rehearsing for most of the day. When you learned he would be shooting on the East Coast, you eagerly joined him - loving the city in the fall.

"Hey baby," You smile brightly at the dog, quickly picking him up and holding him tightly to your chest. "Where is daddy, huh?"

You gently scratched behind the dog's ears as you continued down the hallway. The bedroom was cracked open slightly allowing Dylan's voice to grow louder and louder as you neared the door. The last thing you were expecting was seeing your boyfriend standing shirtless in the middle of the bedroom with his hair freshly shaved. The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention, as he carried on the conversation, and you felt your jaw drop.

You gently scratched behind the dog's ears as you continued down the hallway. The bedroom was cracked open slightly allowing Dylan's voice to grow louder and louder as you neared the door. The last thing you were expecting was seeing your boyfriend standing shirtless in the middle of the bedroom with his hair freshly shaved. The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention, as he carried on the conversation, and you felt your jaw drop.

Along with the fresh fade, your boyfriend was also rocking two slits freshly cut into his right eyebrow. His facial hair was styled in a way you'd never seen before on him. On his last project he went through a drastic change, and for sure, you thought nothing was going to top Colin. It was safe to say that the blonde era drove you wild.

But this was something entirely different.

"...'ey man, I'll call you back later. My girl just got back." Dylan spoke, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked down at you. You slowly set Tony back down on the ground, as Dylan hung up the phone. "Sorry...didn't hear you come in."

The only sound you made was a small noise at the back of your throat.

"Have a good day?" Dylan walked closer to you, the smirk only spreading a little more.

Dylan knew exactly what was going through your mind with the look that was on your face. Your eyes were a little wide as you looked at him, and your breath was a little labored.

"Y-Yeah...mmhm..." Your eyes slowly scanned his body, before coming back to his dark eyes. "So...new look?"

"Yeah," Dylan reached up and rubbed his hand over his freshly buzzed hair, "Do you like it? Not much different, 'cept for the brow maybe."

"Are you kidding me? Fuck off," You rolled your eyes and walked around him.

Dylan's head fell back and laughed heartily as his eyes followed you around the room.

"Baby! Come on..."

"No! Nope..." You shook your head, "You knew exactly what this was going to do. Don't sit there with that damn smirk on your face."

You stood with your back to him, looking through the dresser for comfy clothes to lounge around the apartment in. But your mind wasn't focused on him, so you didn't realize him come up behind you. Not till his chest was pressed against your back with the warmth of his body enveloping you. Dylan bent down and nuzzled into your neck slightly, as his hands caressed and grabbed at your waist.

"Don't be like that...wanted to surprise you," Dylan spoke before placing a kiss on the curve of your neck.

You looked at him through the mirror and watched as his soft lips moved along the curve of your neck. Gently kissing and nipping at the skin. A soft mewl left your lips as your body reacted quickly, your hips moving back to press against him. You felt and watched as his fingers tightened at your hips - grinding with you.

"I-I..." You whimpered, trying to form a sentence but feeling your mind become fuzzy the more you were under his touch.

"You love it, baby girl?" Dylan asked, his eyes staring deeply into yours as the both of you stared into the mirror. The warmth of his hands caressed and moved along your body sending electricity through you. You pressed your thighs together tightly and tried to give yourself some relief. Dylan caught the movement, causing a deep chuckle to pass through his lips. "Seems you do."

"You look hot as hell, is that what you want me to say?" You spoke, your growing frustration clear in your tone.

Dylan moved quickly spinning you around to face him, his hand coming to grasp your throat. The darkened look that crossed over your boyfriend's face only caused you to moan as you felt your clit throb and pulse with your growing need. Dylan pressed his fingers a little tighter against the sides of your throat as he held you.

"You talking to me like that?" Dylan asked, cocking his brow slightly

You whimpered and shook your head slightly.

"Use your words," Dylan spoke, his voice deep and words steady.

"N-No, daddy."

"Good girl,"

Dylan smirked before bending down and early kissing you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of him - a mix of mint, strawberry chapstick, and the soft taste of cigarettes. As Dylan's hand stayed on your throat as he kissed you, his other hand moved down your body. As he pulled away, you chased after his lips wanting more of him. Dylan's fingers worked quickly to undo your jeans before pushing them down your legs. He kept you pressed against the dresser while his hand moved between your legs. His fingers tease you through your underwear, before disappearing past the band.

You sucked in a sharp intake of breath as his fingers pressed against your clit. He started with a slow rhythm that caused your heart to race and make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Dylan moved back to kiss your neck as the erotic sound of his fingers against your wet slit began to fill the room.

"God....fuck, you're already so wet and needy for me," Dylan groaned "Such a needy little pussy."

Your eyes were hay and heavy-lidded as you looked up at him only moaning and whimpering as he slowly teased you. You moved your hips along with his hand needing more from him. Dylan pulled his hands from between your legs and brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them slowly.

"Bend over the bed, now," Dylan ordered

You gasped slightly and moved quickly over to the bed, bending over the end of the bed with your chest against the king-sized bed. From behind you, you heard Dylan shuffling around before feeling him come up behind you. His hand moved to grab your underwear before slowly pulling them down. His hand grasped your left thigh for a moment before bringing it up onto the bed, spreading you open for him more.

Dylan growled as he saw how wet and needy you were. Your pussy clenched around nothing as it ached for his cock. Dylan stood there and watched for a few moments his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself.

"Fuck," Dylan cursed low beneath his breath, before stepping forward, and rubbing the head of his cock against your slit.

Your hips moved back to him as you felt him. "Please...please, please..."

Dylan let out a breathy laugh before thrusting into you with one swift movement. You gasped loudly as you felt the stretch him. His hips were flush against yours. Dylan paused for a moment, needing to catch his breath, with the pulse of you wrapped around him nearly being too much. You felt like heaven wrapped around his cock.

You felt his breath heavy against your shoulder with his forehead pressed down against it. But as your hips began to move beneath him, Dylan grabbed your waist tightly and began to fuck you at a slow and steady pace. Dylan loved drawing out the small mewls, moans, and whimpers from you as he fucked you deep.

"Oh...fuck..." You sighed, reaching back for him and holding him tightly. "R-Right there...mmm,"

"That's it baby...fuckin' taking me so good..."

But Dylan couldn't take the slow pace for too long. His hips pulled back and snapped forward with a force that left you breathless. His cock hit that sweet spot inside of you over and over till your mind felt like it was blank. The only thing on your mind was his thick cock deep inside of you. The bed beneath you began to move and the headboard banged against the wall with a steady rhythm.

The room filled with the music of the two of you moaning out for the other and the sound of skin smacking against each other. The erotic noise turned you on even more. Your body tensed for a moment before shaking beneath him slightly. Dylan watched in amazement as he watched you cum and cry out for him.

He chanted your name over and over as a prayer, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. Your pussy was pulling him in deeper with each thrust, begging for him to fill you. As your body calmed down, you felt Dylan pull out from between your legs, before guiding you to turn over onto your back. He moved you up to the bed more before moving back between your legs.

"Dylan," You whined, the ache and soreness of him being deep inside of you already growing.

"Shhh, shhh," Dylan bent down and kissed your lips softly, "Let daddy fill you, baby...."

Your nails dragged down along his back before moving to grip tightly to his ass. Dylan pressed his body tightly against yours as his thrusts became sloppier with each movement. You felt his pubes rubbing against your already sensitive clit causing you to cum around him again. Dylan grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, holding you down as he came.

Dylan kept his body pressed tightly against yours as the two of you slowly came down. Your fingers danced across his back with soft touches as you held him. After a few moments of silence, Dylan pulled back and smiled down at you with a lazy grin.

All you could do was roll your eyes, already knowing what he was thinking.

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.