𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

control.

•requested by Solvesborg•

[dylan o'brien]

Dylan and I have always, always, been open with one another about what goes on in the bedroom. It just makes us more comfortable to know what each other want.

"Dyl?", I called out, walking into the living room.

He popped his head around the corner and looked at me. I mentally prepared myself to ask him. It's not like he'd say no, but I didn't want to make a fool of myself if he did.

I met him in the middle and he dragged me to the couch.

"What's up?"

"Okay, so, um, don't get like... weird on me. But I have a request."

"A request? What kind of request?"

"A request for the bedroom."

"Oh. Oh!", His eyes got a little mischievous glint in them, "What, uh, what is it?".

I sucked in a breath.

"I want to be in control."

Dylan was kind of quiet for a second, the statement registering in his mind.

He quietly nodded. Even though he wasn't saying anything I knew that he was conjuring something up in his brain.

"Okay"

~~~

Ever since I brought up wanting control Dylan hasn't said anything about it. I couldn't tell if he was against the idea or if he was just thinking about how to execute it, I had no idea.

Every day was normal for us. With each day it was getting closer to my birthday. I was so excited I could barely contain it. Dylan was really the one person I was excited to be with. He made being alive so much better than I ever thought and I couldn't imagine life without him.

And finally, finally, my birthday arrived. When I woke up, there was breakfast on the bed and Dylan with it. God, this man will be the death of me.

After eating breakfast, Dylan managed to convince me to go out and hang with my friends for a couple hours, even though I expressed that I really just wanted to spend the day with him, he insisted and off I went.

Sometimes you can never tell what a guys thinking, and then there's Dylan. He practically says everything with his eyes so when I walked into the house, I knew he'd done something.

"What's all this about?", I asked slowly.

"What do you mean, babe?"

"You, Mr. 'Hmm I'm pretending to be clueless so my partner won't know I've done something they probably wouldn't want me to do' ", Dylan just kept a stoic face.

"Whaaaaat, me? Never.", He pretended to be offended at my comment, "Follow me."

His tone wasn't exactly demanding, but there was definitely a hint of it through the excitement.

Nevertheless, I followed my amazing boyfriend to our shared bedroom, and was met with a box sitting on the bed. Dylan met my eyes, and the excitement in them made a pool of butterflies appeared in my stomach.

"Can I get an explanation please?"

"Well, for your birthday...", Dylan sat me down on the bed and took his place next to me, "I thought I would.... y'know, give you control."

My brain took a second to actually register what Dylan was saying.

"You're serious?"

"100 percent"