Dylan O'Brien imagines

First Year

Dylan, your boyfriend of 1 year today, was in San Francisco filming for some tv thing he had told you before, but at the moment, distance education college and the work that came with that was too much for you, making these little things harder to remember. He had promised to call you when he was done with filming for the day. It was nearing 11:30pm now and he still hadn’t called. You were growing tired and worried, so you showered and readied yourself for bed.

You were sitting on the end of yours and Dylan’s bed, waiting patiently for his call. Your phone finally ringing at 11:57pm. 

“Hey, Y/N!” He sounded tired. “I’m so sorry I didn’t call earlier. We just got off set now.” I heard a door shut. 

“It’s okay.” You sighed. 

“You sound awful. What’s the matter, darling?” His voice growing worried. 

“I just miss you. You’ve been up there for two weeks, and it’s our anniversary of one year of dating.” 

“Well, Y/N. I’m going to make it up for you.” The phone cut off. Your heart pounded, missing your lover.

Just as you decided to give up and hop into bed, Dylan entered into your bedroom. With a squeal, you hugged him. 

“Jump baby.” And so you did, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Tonight is all about you. I am so sorry that I couldn’t get here earlier.” You smiled at his apology and kissed him. 

He laid you down on the bed, kissing your neck which sent shivers up your spine. He removed your top in one swift movement, pausing only for a moment, to look at your bare body. 

“Your beautiful baby.” He kissed down your chest and to your breasts. His kisses growing from soft and sweet to rough and hard, sure enough to leave marks. He grabbed one of your breasts, kneading and massaging it as he continued his way down your stomach. 

He removed his shirt, which sent butterflies wild in your stomach. His cute little moles that covered his face that were covered in makeup from filming earlier, now showing. He removed your pj shorts leaving you in only your panties. 

“Baby you’re so wet.” He said between kisses on your hips. 

His fingers began teasing and taunting your entrance, the lace panties being the only thing stopping him. He continued his journey down stopping at where his fingers taunted, leaving you a moaning mess.

"Look at you baby, you’re practically dripping." He pulled your panties down your legs, letting you kick them off. His fingers creeping back up your legs, two quickly entering your entrance and pumping in and out. His thumb attaching itself to your clit, rubbing figure-8’s. 

“Oh my god, Dylan. Don’t stop.” You whimpered. 

You felt that familiar knot form inside your stomach, your walls beginning to clench around his fingers. 

“I’m going to-” he instantly pulled his fingers out, leaving you a mess. His devilish smile ensured me that there was more to come than that. 

“Oh baby, you look so sexy there.” He said as he kissed your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. 

“I need you.” You moaned, unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans down as far as you could. He kicked them off quickly. You removed his boxers to allow his long shaft to hit his toned stomach. Just watching this made you want to lose it. He took control finally, lining his member up at your core and looking at you for approval before slamming into you. His thrusts pounding in and our of you left you in complete euphoria, screams and moans echoing throughout the room. At some point he moved your legs above your head but you’re unsure as to when he did that from the cloudy void in your head being filled with your screams.

"Close.." Was all you could manage, but he understood, deepening the thrusts. It didn’t take long for the tension to snap, you screaming is name as your juices were released. His thrusts were still strong as you rode out your high. You felt yourself fall limp as he continued pounding in you. You soon felt him twitch inside of you signalling his high coming. Still pounding into your fragile body, Dylan released his warm juices into you, sending tingles up your spine. He pulled out and rolled on his back grabbing your hand and pulling it up to kiss it. 

“You know baby, I love you. I’m so sorry I was late.” He whispered. 

“Can you be late more often, with out the late?” You chuckled. 

“As you wish.” He smiled and kissed your temple.

With that the both of you swiftly fell into deep slumber, only for you to wake up the next morning and have Dylan laugh his face off because you can’t walk.

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Sorry so short! Hoped u enjoyed ☺ xx