Best Friend's Brother- D.O'B (smut) Pt.2

Best Friend's brother- D.O'B (smut) pt.2

💛warnings: unprotected sex, pet names, hair pulling, spanking (once), sort of crying, begging, edging, use of a vibrator, fingering, cumming inside reader. Squirting, super slight praise kink, degrading kink.💛

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"Dylan please." I begged from my position on the bed. The fabric of his ties digging into my wrists the more I struggled against them.

Dylan was standing at the foot of my bed, watching me as I struggled. Wrists bound to the bed and a vibrator stuffed between my legs. My moans and begging along with the buzzing of the vibrator were the only things that could be heard.

"Oh baby, you're the one that wanted to tease me." Dylan spoke with fake sympathy.

"Please. I'm sorry." I begged once more.

I've seen Dylan like this a few times before, (I'm good riling him up) but never while I was in this position.

My punishment for teasing him like that was not being able to cum, it was kind of my fault but I didn't punish him when he teased me so this is really unfair.

I have to admit though, I'm not mad. Just really, really turned on.

"Dylan, fuck, please. I'm sorry" I whined, tugging at my restraints.

He wasn't breaking though. That man was determined to not give in, to not let me cum.

"Begging and pulling at the ties isn't going to do anything Y/N." Dylan's voice was stern, yet filled with lust. His eyes traced over my body, taking me in.

The way I layed down on the bed, my hair and face a beautiful mess, my hands tugging on the pieces of fabric, the way I clenched my thighs as the vibrator brought me closer to my release.

Dylan saw that i was close, quickly pulling my legs open and sitting in between them. He took out the vibrator, turning it off and placing it on the bed side table.

"Please" I whined at the empty feeling. Dylan took his time kissing the inside of my legs slowly moving towards my pussy.

"God, just do something already. Please Dylan. I need you." I whined, beginning to get impatient.

"Watch that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan warned me trough gritted teeth. When I didn't respond, Dylan pulled away from me completely. We both just stared at each other. Until he suddenly stuck two of his fingers into me, pulling them out and pushing back in at agonizingly slow pace.

"Fuck if only you could see yourself." Dylan groaned as his eyes looked at my trembling body. "You look so fucking hot." he said, his voice filled with lust.

"Fucking dripping for me mhm."

"Fuck, Dylan! Please fuck me. I need you inside me so bad." My knuckles were turning white at this point.

"Baby, you're not cumming until I decide otherwise. Got it?"

"Yes." I responded. Dylan gave me a questioning look.

"Yes sir."

"Good girl." Dylan's movements got faster, fingers sliding in and out of me, my juices coating his fingers, my thighs and the bed.

He didn't stop until he felt me clenching and saw my back arching off of the bed.

"Fucking fuck sake!" I yelled out in frustration. This was the fourth time tonight where he didn't let me cum. Tears started to form in my eyes, trailing down the sides of my face.

Before I could even open my eyes, Dylan took the ties off of me, turning me around and spanking me. Hard.

"What the fuck!" I asked, turning my head around, looking at him in disbelief.

"I told you to keep that pretty little mouth shut didnt I?"

"Well yeah, but-" I started to argue

"But nothing. If you wanna act like brat, I'm going to treat you like one." Dylan said, grabbing my hair, pulling me flush against him.

"You've been a bad girl baby. Teasing me, talking back, not following simple instructions." Dylan spoke, his free had squeezing at my breasts. Playing and pinching my nipples.

"I- fuck, I'm sorry." I moaned out.

"Oh, its way to late to apologize sweetheart."

Dylan slowly started moving his hand towards my pussy, goosebumps following in his trail.

When his hand finally reached, he immediately started rubbing slow sircles on my clit.

"Please baby. I need you so bad." I moaned. My hand reaching up and entangling in his hair.

The hand that was in my hair, was placed on my back, gently pushing me down on the bed.

Dylan grabbed my hips, slowly entering me. Once he bottomed out, we both let out a moan.

He stared slamming into me. Both of us letting out pornographic sounds. He felt so good. He kept hitting all the right spots.

It didn't take long for my orgasm to start building. I clenched onto Dylan's cock, pulling him in even deeper.

"Gonna cum already pretty girl?" Dylan asked, never slowing his pace.

"Yes. Please Dylan, please let me cum." I moaned. My hands gripping the sheets.

"shit." Dylan groaned. In less than a second, Dylan flipped me onto my back, slamming back into me, his fingers rubbing sircles on my clit.

"Holy shit!" My back started to arch off the bed, Dylan slipped one of his arms underneath me, holding me close to him. My hands finding his back. Nails digging into his skin.

"I'm close. Cum with me baby." Dylan moaned into my neck.

"Cum for me." My orgasm hit me like a truck. My legs shaking and eyes rolling into the back of my head. Dylan came inside of me, filling me with his cum. His, mixing with mine. My juices squirted out of me onto Dylan, coating us both aswell as the bed.

For a while we just layed there. Relishing in the moment. Dylan soon pulled out of me, going to the bathroom before coming back with a wash cloth. He cleaned me up before picking me up and taking me to the shower.

I climbed in, Dylan joined me a few minutes afterwards, I assume he changed the sheets.

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Hello beautiful lady 💗

I have a Dylan request pretty please! (I’m to lazy to write myself).

Dylan is on set of ‘not okay’ movie and he’s in the middle of getting his tattoos put on, he’s sending you sneak peaks from the mirror and all you can think about is jumping his bones. So you start sending pictures back, each picture you’ve lost and article of clothing until the very last pic which he doesn’t open until he’s out of the trailer. He responds with something like ‘get your ass here in 10 minutes or your in deep shit baby girl. And yeah obv you get straight in the car and smut in his trailer 🥵🥵🥵 (please and thank you, you don’t have to write it xxx)

Author's Notes: For you? Of course, my love. I hope you enjoy it! Just an FYI some of this is a text conversation, obviously Dylan is "DOB", and his woman is "The Fox" because he thinks she's Foxy. I altered the request juuust a little, and I hope you can forgive. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Smoking ,Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut* (sexting? i don't know, public sex, biting, dom-ish Dylan, unprotected sex - be safe out there! Your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests are OPEN

Dylan felt like he had been sitting in that chair for an eternity. It had only been an hour, maybe two, but he was starting to get restless. He wanted a cigarette and he wanted to stretch his legs further than the spacing in the trailer would allow, but the girls had a job to do so he would sit.

"Can I just check my phone?" Dylan inquired softly as the makeup artist applied yet another tattoo to his arm. His eyes flickered from the art being drawn on his arm, to his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Yeah, go ahead. I don't need that arm yet." She nodded with a point to his right arm, his dominant hand, allowing him to answer his texts.

The Fox: How does it look?

Dylan smiled at her eager message. When he told her his look for this role would include "a lot" of tattoos her excitement was almost tangible and he had promised he would send her photos of himself while he was getting his fake tattoos put on.

DOB: You tell me.

Dylan smirked as he replied back to her, sending a photo of the tattoo along his flexed bicep. He felt proud of himself knowing back at home he had probably sent his girlfriend into a frenzy.

The Fox: Are they everywhere?

DOB: Not yet.

Dylan smirked to himself as he received the read receipt, but no response from his girlfriend. He slipped his phone back in his pocket and allowed the woman trying to apply the tattoos on his body to continue doing her job. It wasn't ten minutes later his phone went off in his pocket again, this time a sequence of buzzes that forced his hand into pocket.

"I'm really sorry." Dylan sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, accidentally nudging the artist's arm out of the way.

"It's alright. I need a few more things anyway. So, I'll let you answer your texts or emails. And I'll be back in like, five minutes or so." She smiled with a friendly pat on his shoulder. She exited the trailer, gently shutting the door behind her and left Dylan alone with his shirt around his shoulders and the ink drying on his arms.

Dylan sighed as he put in his pass-code and opened his phone to several messages from his girlfriend. The first few messages he had anticipated, just her requesting that he send her more photos. But the next ones...

The Fox: Do you think I would look good with a tattoo, baby?

In the time he had sent her his photo, his body adorning the new (fake) tattoos, his girlfriend had taken it upon herself to remove her shirt, her shorts and bra. The first two photos had made him smile, her sweet skin on display showing off the hickeys on her collarbone from the night before or her thighs. He just loved them so much.

The photo after she had removed her shorts, though, made the back of his neck feel hot. She had removed her bra and held her forearm across her breasts, covering up what he wanted to see. He pursed his lips and felt himself craning his neck and tilting his phone, as if her nipples would magically appear on his screen.

DOB: That's not very nice.

He ran a hand over his face, the wiry hairs of his beard catching on the tips of his fingers as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His phone buzzed in his hand again, he looked down and saw that she had sent him another photo.

DOB: I'm not looking at that. I know what you sent me, Foxy.

He knew that the photo she had sent him would send him into overdrive. He knew the photo waiting for him was either her naked body on full display (how do girls take such beautiful photos on their own like that? He would never know) or just a teasing shot of between her legs. He wasn't having it.

DOB: Get here. Now. I'm not fucking around.

The Fox: Yes, Sir ;)

Dylan felt a chill go down his spine. He grabbed his cigarettes off the counter in front of him and stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair. He pushed open the door to his trailer as he shielded his eyes from the sun, lighting up a cigarette with his other hand.

"I didn't make you wait too long, did I?" The nice makeup artist smiled as she walked back to him with her arms filled with supplies.

"Oh, not at all. Hey, I'm just going to get a coffee before we finish this. Do you want one?" Dylan lied as he backed up and blew his smoke away from her face.

"I'm okay, thanks. I'll just get set up here and you come back when you're ready. Stretch your legs, I know it's a long process." She nodded with a smile.

Dylan felt a pang of guilt for lying to her about why he was leaving his trailer, but that feeling quickly went away when he felt his phone go off in his pocket once more. He pitched his cigarette and walked quickly towards the parking lot where his car was, and his girl was waiting.

"Hey, handsome. I'm looking for my boyfriend. He's about your height, same colour eyes. But no tattoos and he's actually got dark brown hair, not blonde." His girlfriend smirked as she leaned up against his car, waiting for him. She must have broken every single traffic law in the State to get to him.

"Haven't seen him around. But I'm here." Dylan murmured as he rested his hands on the top of his car and pressed his body to hers. She had changed her clothes before she came to see him, tossed on a pretty, rather short sundress and Dylan couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Not that he had made much of an effort.

"These look so good on you, Dylan." She whispered as she placed her hands on his elbows and scanned his arms covered in fake tattoos.

"Thanks. Now, as for you. Get in the car, Foxy." Dylan breathed out as his hands pushed up the hem of her dress, complete disregard for the public parking space as he filled the palms of his hands with her backside.

"Dylan!" She squealed as he hooked his arm underneath her plump backside, lifting her up as he unlocked his car, opened the door to the backseat and climbed in with a slam of the door.

He perched her on his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs as he reached underneath her dress to tear at whatever was keeping them apart.

"Are you kidding?" Dylan growled as he pulled his dull fingernails down her hips when he felt her bare beneath her dress. One good gust of wind and the entire cast and crew would see what his girlfriend's business.

"You look good." She whispered with a nip of his bottom lip while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body resting against his.

"It's bad enough I bailed on getting my tattoos finished to come out here and have sex with you. But I cannot get in trouble for my hot ass girlfriend walking around, flashing people." Dylan grunted as he carefully lifted her up and laid her on her back on the backseat, positioning himself between her legs.

"Work fast then, O'Brien." She laughed as he sunk his teeth into her neck, her hands reaching above her head to brace herself against the door of the car.

Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he reached between them to unzip his jeans. He rubbed his hips against hers as she scratched her nails over his scalp and down inside the collar of his shirt to feel his skin.

"No scratches." Dylan moaned out as his needy girlfriend tried to sink the nails of her right hand into his back while her left hand reached between them to pull him out of his pants.

"Why?" She whined as she curled her right hand into the material of his shirt and started to slowly, teasingly stroke his manhood. It wasn't enough, and she fucking knew it. The pressure of her hand around him was so light, almost enough and it was enough to drive him insane.

"Because I said so." Dylan grunted as he grabbed her hand off him and pinned it to the car door as gently as he could so he didn't hurt her, then lined himself up with her entrance.

"Let me go!" She cried out as she tried to pull her wrist from his grip, back arching off the fine leather of his backseat as he filled out the tight space between her thighs.

"Be good. No games." Dylan ordered as he released her wrist and pressed his forehead to hers. He braced himself on the door above her head while he kept one foot on the floor, surprised he had as much room as he did.

"More, Dylan. I want more." She cooed as she pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and pressed her hands flat on his back as she moved her hips in time with his.

Dylan couldn't contain the whine in the back of his throat. He nodded, his nose brushing against hers as he did so then moved them back to an upright position with her straddling his lap again. He pushed the hem of her dress up to watch as he moved in and out of her while she gripped at the headrest behind him in an attempt to not scratch him up.

"Let me see you." Dylan groaned as he moved his hands from her hips to pull down the triangles of her sundress, exposing her nipples the way he wished she did in that photo she had sent earlier. He leaned forward to seal his lips around her left nipple, his hands on her back to keep her steady.

"Feels so good, Dylan." She panted as she reached her right hand up to roll the nipple that wasn't currently in his mouth while she rolled her hips.

"You feel fucking good." Dylan grunted against her chest as his hips started to get off rhythm beneath her, his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

"Baby, I think -" She gasped as her right hand shot out and pressed against the window behind them, sliding down the glass as her inner walls clenched and quivered around him.

"I'm right behind you, honey." Dylan growled before he bit her neck and gave her a firm thrust, cumming deep inside of her as her head fell to his shoulder.

The car was filled with their pants as they both came down from their highs. Her hands running over his buzzed hair while he kissed along her neck, his own fingertips caressing her thighs beneath her dress.

"I don't want to let you go." She whispered with a kiss to the side of his face.

"I don't either, but I have to get back. How about you let me go, head home and take a nice long bath, a nap and I'll bring us home some dinner? Then we can have it in bed, naked and finish where we left off in here." Dylan smiled as he rested his head back on the seat.

"That sounds nice, baby." She nodded.

"M'kay. Let me pull my pants back up and I'll walk you back to your car. You have no panties on. I don't want anyone stealing a look." Dylan winked with a quick kiss to her lips, beyond reluctant to let her leave but he was still at work and had a job to do.

But he would definitely be thinking about her at home in the bathtub while he got the remainder of his tattoos put on, certain he would feel his phone go off in his pocket a photo or two waiting for him.

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Brother's best friend (D.O'B) Pt.2

⚠warnings⚠: Dylan O'Brien, Angst: fighting, cursing, crying. Smut: daddy kink, slight cum eating, praise kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), Dom dylan, sub reader.

Probably missed a few, but that's okay.💞💓

*at dinner*

"So what have you been up to Y/N?" Holland asked

"Not much." I replied while i just stared down at my drink. The things Dylan said have been replaying over and over in my mind. I've tried to stop thinking about it, but that only makes me think about it more.

"Oh come on, don't you have any funny stories or weird or hot hookup stories"

"Uh, i'm stitting right here Holland." Tyler said.

"Sorry..." Holland said, trying to hide her smile. I noticed, as soon as Holland mentioned me hooking up with someone, Dylan's eyes snapped towards me. He gave me sort of glare? I can't really describe the look.

"Well now that you mentioned it, i hooked up with this guy, quite recently actually." I said, smirking at Holland, only glancing at Dylan to see his facial expression.

"Oooh, how was it?" Holland asked

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Tyler said.

"It was terrible. I faked cumming. When he fingered me he kept moving his fingers so fucking slow, i almost fell asleep." I said

"Oh god." Holland said, cringing

"That's not even the worse part. When he put it inside, i couldn't even feel it. That man couldn't make me cum even if his life dependent on it." I said. I looked straight at Dylan, making eye contact.

The smirk on my face wider now. Dylan had his jaw clenched, his knuckles were turning white with how hard he was holding the glass.

"Oh my god!" Holland said while laughing her ass off.

"Wait, i have to go to the bathroom." She said, standing up in a hurry.

"You know, for someone who 'couldn't feel it' you where screaming pretty loud." Dylan said as soon as Holland was gone.

"Ohh baby, we both know that was you." I said, sitting back and giving him a wink. The smirk on my face never leaving.

"Okay i'm back. Where's Holland?" Tyler asked

"She went to the bathroom." I responded

"What's going on between you two?" Tyler asked, raising one of his eyebrows and looking at me and Dylan suspiciously.

"Nothing." I said

"It wasn't nothing when i was balls deep inside you." Dylan said, looking at me.

"What!" Tyler yelled, causing a few people to look over at us

"Why the fuck would say that you asshole?" I asked Dylan

"Why the fuck would you to fuck...oh my god, you two fucked in my trailer!" Tyler asked

"Who fucked who in your trailer?" Holland asked

"Take a guess." Tyler said looking at me and Dylan

"No...holy shit." Holland said, shocked.

"That's it. I'm going home." I said, paying my half of the bill before standing up.

"You can't go home, you live in Washington." Tyler said

"Exactly!" I said. I turned around and walked away.

"Whatever you did or said to her, fix it." Tyler told Dylan

Dylan just rolled his eyes, but he stood up anyway and ran outside catching up to me.

"Do you're just gonna stand here?" Dylan asked, standing next to me

"Fuck off."

"Or what?" Dylan said. That was the final straw, i started crying from how pissed i was. I cried silently though, i didn't want Dylan to know.

Luckily my uber got there right after i started crying. Without a word, i climed in, only to have Dylan climb in the other side.

I gave the driver the address. I didn't care that Dylan got in with me, i didn't care that he was looking at me. I just wanted to go home. This trip was supposed to be like a vacation, but it's not even the second day yet and i already want to go home

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I paid the cab and got out. I was staying at the same hotel as Tyler, he insisted on it.

I walked into the elevator, pressing my floor button. Dylan was following me the whole way.

*ding*

I got out and basically ran to my door, unlocking it and rushing inside, but before i could close the door, Dylan pushed it open and forced his way inside.

"Fuck sake Dylan, why can't you just leave me alone. What more can you possibly have to say. You already made me feel like some cheap fucking whore isn't that enough!" I asked, still crying.

Dylan closed and locked the door behind him when he got in.

"Y/N, i-"

"You what? You only talked to me beacause you thought i was easy and when you got bored you threw me away. Or, you never wanted to make me feel that way. Well guess fucking what Dylan, you did and it hurt."

"Y/N i'm sorry!" Dylan yelled

"Well sorry isn't good enough!" I yelled back

"What do want me to say?" Dylan yelled

"I want you to give me a reason!"

"For what!"

"For everything!"

Dylan stood there, not saying anything.

"I want you to tell me why you stopped talking to me. I want you tell me why you fucked me, but then called my 'easy' afterwards. I want you to give me a reason as to why the fuck you've been treating me like shit." I cried.

"I'm inlove with you!"

"Well you have a shitty way of showing it!"

"I know and i-" Dylan started saying

"No you don't know Dylan. We talked and i caught feelings, then you left without a single word. I thought something was wrong with me, i stayed up all night crying and wondering what i did wrong.....why the hell would you do that?" I asked

"I was scared."

"Scared of what!"

"I was scared that i might hury you!" Dylan yelled. There was a moment of silence before he continued talking.

"So i left, but me leaving only hurt you more. I fell inlove with you Y/N, but you're my best friend's sister and if we dated and broke up it could fuck everything up."

"But we don't have to break up Dylan. We can make it work."

"But what if we can't?"

"Would you just stop being so god damn negative for a second and just think of all the good things that can come from us dating!" I said.

"Fine, but before we make it official we have to go on a few dates first." Dylan said smiling a little.

"Well no shit." I said, smiling aswell.

"Now, as for the stunt you pulled at the restaurant." Dylan said before he sped walked over to me.

"Shit." I said, my eyes growing wide.

Dylan picked me up, walked over to the kitchen and placed me on the kitchen counter. He started kissing me, trailing his lips over my neck, making sure he covers it with marks, before taking of my shirt.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous princess." Dylan said. He took off my bra, bent down and started kissing, licking and slightly biting my right nipple. After a few minutes he gave my other nipple the same attention, before moving back to my lips.

As the kiss went on, i moved my hands towards the waistband of his pants. Before i could go any further, he grabbed my hands and moves them away as he slowly pulls awau from me.

"Is something wrong?" I asked breathlessly. He shakes his head and laughs.

"What makes you think you deserve it?" He questions me with a smug smirk on his face. My eyes widen a little. I was not expecting this.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked confused. He automatically gets serious.

"Lay down." Dylan demands. I immediately do as i'm told.

Dylan moved his hands down my body and slides my panties off so effortlessly.

He makes his way down my entrance, leaving kisses on my inner thighs to my clit.

He stops before his mouth meets my entrance.

He looks up at me, our eyes meeting.

"Beg."

"You already know what i want." I say softly

"I want to hear you say it." Dylan said. I pulled him up and started slowly kissing his face and neck.

"Please Dylan, i want you to fuck me with your tongue and fingers and i don't want you stop until i'm shaking. After that i want you to fuck my on my bed until i'm screaming and my legs stop working." I said, giving him a kiss after each word.

"Please."

"Good girl." Dylan growled. He made his way down my body and without hesitation, he stuck two long fingers inside my dripping pussy and started sucking, licking and lightly biting my clit.

Dylan moved his fingers and tongue at an nearly impossible speed. He had me shaking and screaming underneath him in a matter of a minute.

"Ahh fuck, Dylan! Fuck i'm cumming!" I yelled, burying my hand in his hair.

"That's it princess, cum for daddy."

"Fuck!" I yelled, cumming all over Dylan's face and fingers. He rode me through my orgasm, ones i was done, Dylan pulled his fingers out and made me clean them off.

"Taste so fucking good baby." Dylan said, watching me as i sucked his fingers clean.

Dylan picked me up and carried me over to the bed, placing me on it before taking of his clothes and he climbing ontop of me, kissing me passionately.

"You sure about this?" Dylan asked

"I'm sure." I said smiling at him

Dylan lined himself up with my entrance before slowly sliding in. We both moaned once he was all the way in.

"Move, please." I moaned. Dylan gave me a kiss and slowly started moving.

"Faster. I'm yours Dylan, use me."

That was all it took for Dylan to start pounding into me.

Sitting up on his knees, Dylan put my leges over his shoulders. The new angle made him hit places i never even knew existsted.

"So fucking tight baby, can feel you clenching. You gonna cum hm?"

"Fuck! Yes Dylan, please make me cum. Please."

"Such a good fucking girl, love it when you beg." Dylan said

"Cum for me baby, be a good girl and cum for daddy." Dylan said.

"Ahh fuck Daddy!" I screamed as my body started shaking. I came screaming Dylan's name over and over.

"Fuck Y/N!" Dylan moaned, as he filled me with his cum, panting my walls white.

I've never felt so full.

Dylan stayed inside me for a little while longer, but he eventually got up and went to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.

After he was finished, Dylan came out of the bathroom with a damp towel, only to find me gathering some of the cum between my legs, on my fingers, before sucking my fingers clean.

"Holy fuck. You're going to make me hard again."

"Good." I said with a smirk.

Dylan only shook his head and smiled as he walked over to me, getting me cleaned up aswell.

After he made sure i was okay, he climed into bed with me.

We cuddled for the rest of the night until we eventually drifted of to sleep.

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Hola! Dylan O’Brien anniversary smut and or fluff, up to you! You’re amazing bestieeeee 💘

Happy Anniversary

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien X Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Not full on but tones.

A/N: So sorry this took so long! Hopefully the "smut" will be worthy enough as I get back into the groove (PUNS FOR DAYS!)

You hear the doorknob creak from the opposite side of the room sending a wave of excitement through your entire body. Goosebumps begin rising on your sensitive, bare skin, only being lightly lit from the double candles on the bedside table. A rush of heat washes over your cheeks as the slight anxiety you have had all day begins to bubble over as you see his form enter the room.

A giggle escapes your lips, drawing his attention from the rose petals covering the floor, to your body laying scantily clad atop the cold, gray quilt that covered the bed.

Dylan’s deep brown eyes blink uncontrollably, his bottom lip slips between his teeth as he bites down harder than usual, and his throat begins to fill with saliva as he takes a big gulp - feeling his muscles spasm from his throat to his abs to his now hardened cock.

Speechless. Only on two occasions had you ever seen Dylan speechless, yet, YOU seemed to always be the reason for his amusing silence.

As he closed the gap between him and the bed, his whiskey eyes never once left your body. Drifting from your sprawled out toes, when you noticed his eyes glancing there you tried to hide them… and failed, to your thighs glistening in the candlelight, to your belly. His eyes lingered a bit longer on your abdomen, knowing that soon he was going to be in there, pressing down on your skin so you felt his member inside you even more.

As by instinct, his long arms made quick work of his hoodie. Discarding the purple pullover and his white tee beneath it onto the floor. His ears capture the nearly silent whine you made from his actions.

You always loved taking it off of him. Your fingers would run up his chest, dancing along his warm skin that just made you want to crawl into his body. And God forbid you wrap your arms around him, dragging your fingernails over his back. Your fingertips feel every flex of his muscles under the slight sting of your nails, marking his body for a few moments. Make YOUR mark.

His eyes rose from your belly until they settled on your breasts, barely covered by the thin lingerie you had bought recently. He wasn’t supposed to know you had gotten it, but how was he supposed to know to NOT open one of the hundreds of Amazon packages delivered that month?

And finally, his eyes met your lips, tucked into one another to hide the smirk you were aching to release. Dylan knew “sexy” wasn’t your most comfortable thing to do. He thought you were sexy with sweats and 7-day unwashed hair. Everything you did was sexy to him. But the vulnerability of laying there… wearing that… letting his eyes just watch you… only for him and very special occasions would you go through the anxiety it gave you.

“Happy anniversary,” your words came like a siren from the water to him. Dylan came closer, kneeling on the bedside, his body close enough to radiate his heat onto you. You can see the darkness, lust, in his eyes as they looked deeply into yours. His lips curled up into a devilish smirk, your own now showing on your features.

Dylan bit down on his bottom lip before swiping his tongue over the sensitive flesh as he leaned into your body. Your goosebumps immediately disappear at his touch, as if the slightest feel of him sent a cascading wave of comfort and safety to wash through your anxiety.

“Happy anniversary, baby girl.”

''use me'' with Dylan?

prompts that hit all the right places

Dylan x Female!Reader

warning: sexual content

dylan wants you to take control

light sub!dylan?

"Use me," Dylan spoke as he looked up towards you.

You straddled over him with his larger hands moving along your thighs slowly. He shifted his hips up slightly as he felt you pulsing around him. Your hands were placed against his chest as you move your hips up before slowly sinking down around him.

Dylan's hold on your thighs became tighter as you sank down around him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, watching as you took every inch of him as you moved. Your nails dragged along his chest as you threw your head back, moving your hips faster, drawing out Dylan's moans and making them louder.

"...Oh fuck!" Dylan moaned, moving his hips to meet you with every thrust. "Keep fucking me like that baby, feel so good...oh, yes..."

The two of you filled the rooms with your moans along with the erotic sound of your bodies moving against each other. You were dripping down Dylan's cock the more you rode him, and the sounds made it more and more evident.

Dylan moved his hands up to tease your nipples, but quickly you grabbed his wrists and placed them over his head. You tightened your hold around them as you changed your rhythm. His warm eyes stared up towards you in shock before another look cast over his face.

"No touching," You moaned, grinding your hips and feeling his pubes rub against your clit with each movement. "You're for me to use,"

Dylan opened his mouth to speak but instead a deep, nearly animalistic, growl came from him as you tightened around him.

"Good boy," You smirked before bending down and kissing him, your tongue moving against his. He could taste the wine from earlier on your tongue.

You pulled back and let go of his wrists as you began to move faster. Your hands moved up your body to tease your nipples, only driving Dylan crazy a little more knowing he couldn't touch you. Instead, he moved his fingers between your legs and began to rub your clit. He knew that you were close. He could feel it. And Dylan was close himself.

Dylan wrapped his arm around your waist and switched so that you were beneath him. He pressed his body against yours and began to fuck deeper into you, reaching to grab the back of your thigh to open you up for him more. You gasped loudly when you felt him deeper. Dylan bent down and took your nipple into his mouth before soon his hips were pressed against his, his moans muffled as he filled you. You fisted his hair and held him against you as your hips moved against him more.

"...Dylan...Dylan..." You whimpered as you pulsed and milked his cock. "Oh fuck..."

You relaxed beneath him and closed your eyes as a lazy smile graced your lips. Dylan moved up your body slowly, kissing along your neck, before kissing your lips.

"Think having you on top is my new favorite," Dylan smirked

Summer Breeze.

PAIRING: Dylan O’Brien x Black!reader

SUMMARY: Once he saw you in that little summer dress, you knew it was over for you.

WARNING: 18+, MINOR’S DNI, sexual content, RPF, pwp, choking, oral (f receiving), hair pulling.

NOTE: My good friend @queenshikongo3 sent me a picture that immediately sparked this idea. It’s just pure smut my loves lmao, henjoy.

WORD COUNT: 1K

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