Collide (Dylan O'Brien) | ✓

[6] Intense and Unexpected

There is gonna be some mature content. Reading at own risk :)

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When I woke up the next morning I felt sick and a bit panicky. I still couldn't get over the fact that I had called Dylan O'Brien, out of all people, to pick me up. Just knowing that he'd seen me drunk, and I wasn't even that drunk, made me want to slap myself. I rushed a hand through my hair, staring at the white ceiling of his bedroom. Oh dear God. I was in Dylan O'Brien's bed. Well that sure was something I never thought I would be able to say. I turned to my side to glance at the digital clock that was standing on his nightstand. Shit. I needed to be in class in like an hour and I still had to stop by my house to get changed because my clothes smelled like smoke and alcohol. I groaned loudly as I rolled out of bed. I felt so hangover. I quickly got dressed and than walked out of the room on my socks. When I entered the living room I could see Dylan sitting at the table in the kitchen. He turned around when he heard me coming in.

"Good morning Charlotte." I smiled at him and shambled to the kitchen.

"Hi."

"Do you want something? Toast? Coffee? An aspirin?" He chuckled at me, sending a cheeky wink after it. An aspirin would be nice but I was too stubborn to admit that.

"I really should get going, class starts in an hour." He nodded his head.

"Are we still on for tonight?" He asked and I looked at him in a not understanding way. "You know, you offered to help me practice for my audition."

"Oh right! Yeah absolutely. I'll come right after school." We said our goodbyes and I quickly ran out of his apartment. I took the bus home and changed into some black jeans and a dark red tank top. Then I took the car back to school where I met up with Jess. I told her that Ayden had abandoned me but I left out the part where Dylan had picked me up. I just told her I'd taken a taxi. I knew how she would react if I told her I spent the night at Dylan's. She probably wouldn't believe me and if she did believe me she would start asking me so much questions and I really didn't feel like that. The whole day I felt just terrible. That's what alcohol does to your body. Around four in the afternoon, and with the help of lots of water,  the nauseous feeling finally started to get away and I could feel like a human being again. The school day was nothing different from any other day and I was mostly just looking forward to seeing Dylan again. That guy sure did know the way to a girls heart. He was so nice and sweet all the time. What was not to love about him? When my teacher announced that we could leave I couldn't be out of class fast enough. I kissed Jess goodbye, wished her a nice weekend and then ran to my car. I started the engine and drove off with squealing tires. When I walked into the large building I saw the same doorman standing in front of the door as last time. I gave him a small smile and he just glared at me. He must feel really shitty for being a total dick the last time. I took, like usual, the elevator to his floor, knocked on the door and then waited for him to open it. He greeted me with a warm smile and a quick hug.

"How was your day?" He asked. I tossed my bag in the corner of the hall. That corner hadbecome his permanent spot.

"Same old, same old. What about yours?"

"Nothing new really. Did an interview, went to the gym to remind myself why I never work out." I chuckled with his comment. "Shall we eat first?" I nodded my head. Dylan made some basic spaghetti for me but it was delicious. We ate, shared a laugh and then did the dishes. For someone who was this rich you'd think he has a dishwasher but for some reason he didn't. I didn't ask him about it, that seemed rude. We headed towards the living room where he had two copies of the script laying ready on the coffee table. "Just pick a random scene." I nodded my head and flipped through the pages, stopping at a random number. I quickly scanned the page and then looked up at him.

"Page number 124." He nodded his head, going to that page and he then looked up at me.

"You sure?" I just nodded my head. A scene was a scene and I really didn't care what we'd be playing. As long as he wasn't going to hit me in this scene or anything I was just perfectly fine with it. "Okay then. Lets start." He took a deep breath, preparing himself for this scene. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again he had a different expression on his face. He looked angry, his jaw was tensed and his hands were balled into fists but at the same time he had this look of guilt in his eyes. "Emily," He started. "Will you please just listen to me for a second." His voice was still calm but it had a hard undertone. I glanced at the script I was holding to read my lines.

"Why should I listen to you?" I yelled loudly. "So you can tell me another lie? I trusted you Jack. You made me fall in love with you. You made me believe that you loved me and-" He cut me off.

"I do love you! I do!"

"Stop lying to me!" I shouted. Wow this scene was intense. "You hurt me. I left everything and everyone behind for you. I gave everything I had up for you! But you broke my heart, you tore it to pieces and now you are asking me to listen to you? How can you expect me to believe another word that comes out of your mouth?"

"Please Emily." Dylan took little steps closer to me. I glanced at the script again. It said that I had to step back from him and so I did. "I swear that this time I'm telling the truth."

"How do I know? How do I know it's not another fucking lie?!" I screamed the words at the top of my lungs and then something happened. Before I knew it Dylan had grabbed my face in his hands and he crashed his lips onto mine. My body stiffened and my heart stopped beating for a second. When he pulled away from me he was still in his role but I was completely taken by surprise.

"Did that feel like a lie?" He asked, totally not caring that he had just kissed me. I looked at my script, flipping over the pages. I swallowed with what was written down. I then took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"Not at all." He then grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my face to his. He pushed me against the wall and his lips found mine again. He kissed me with so much passion I wasn't sure we were still busy with the scene. But when he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his torso I knew we weren't. We kissed. Dear fucking God we made out against the wall. His hands were all over the place. Tracing from my butt to my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck, dropping the script I was holding to the ground. My hands played with his hair and I lost myself in the moment. He placed his hands on my butt so he could support me and I wouldn't fall and walked with me trough the hall and into the bedroom. My back landed on the bed and he crawled over to me, pulling his shirt over his head as he did so. He hovered over me, a smirk tugging at the right corner of his mouth and he then crashed his lips on mine again. I fiddled with the button of his jeans and once I got him out of that he helped me out of my clothes. He almost ripped the top I was wearing apart, tossing it to the other side of the room. His hands then found their way to the back of my bra and he unclasped it. I felt a bit unsure about me being so naked in front of him but soon his mouth found its way to my breasts and he kissed them. We made out and I could feel how his hand wandered off to something behind me. I heard a drawer open and he then broke the kiss. I bit my lip when I saw the condom in his hands and he ripped the packaging open with his teeth. My breathing became heavier with the second. I wanted him, I wanted him so badly. He positioned himself and then a feeling of ecstasy filled my body. He growled. His thrusts were still slow and controlled but when I let out a loud moan the pace increased. My nails dug into the skin of his bare chest and my eyes were closed. He kept thrusting inside me, low growls escaping from his lips now and then. He eyes were closed. His arm shot out and he grabbed the border of the bed, holding onto it. I grabbed the soft fabric of the sheets, clenching them in my hand. Our breathings were irregular. I arched my back when another wave of pure pleasure filled my body and a moan escaped from my lips. We didn't just make love. God no we fucked and it felt incredible. 

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A/N: So first time I wrote a sex scene. Still not quite sure how to write this stuff.

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