something immortal. (dylan o'brien)

𝟏𝟎.

ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴍᴇ

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*𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏*

YOU CAN SKIP THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IF YOU WANT, NOTHING IMPORTANT IN THE STORY HAPPENS

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𝑰𝒕'𝒔 like swimming in molasses, this kiss, its like being dipped in gold, this kiss, its like Im diving into an ocean of emotion and Im too swept up in the current to realize Im drowning into his lips. It felt like the whole world was spinning around us, it felt like nothing mattered except this kiss. Kissing him again  felt like finishing a puzzle and finding the loss piece. 

This is the only thing that matters. 

This.

This moment. These lips. This strong body pressed against me and these firm hands finding a way to bring me closer and I know I was so much more of him, I want all of him, I want to feel the beauty of this love with the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands and every fiber and bone in my body. 

I want all of it.

He begins to walk me a few feet until the wall behind me replaces the hand that was on the back of my head, but his mouth remains on mine. My chest was rising and falling in quick motions, our breathing intensifying as I started to feel him unhooking my bra from the outside of my clothes.  

We tore apart once he started to slip his t-shirt off, his toned body causing me to get all tingly and fuzzy inside again. We quickly smashed into each other once we were free, I had slipped my bra off through my shirt and tossed it on the floor before I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands tangling in his hair. 

Now hes touching my waist. 

Oh my god, his mouth is so possessive. 

His fingers are splayed out again, digging into my hip.

Holly hell, he just groaned.

His hand moves from my waist and slides down to my leg.

Kill me now. Just kill me now.

He lifts my leg and wraps it around him, then presses against me so beautifully I moan into his mouth. I barely noticed that my entire shirt was off, swiftly he spun me around, my breasts pressing against the wall. 

I remember doing stuff like this with him, but nothing like this, this was very good.

His hand tightened in my hair, his hips thrusting against me as his other hand slowly slipped inside my sweatpants and my panties, homing in straight on my sweet spot. My mouth fell open in a pant as he buried his knuckle deep inside me.

"So fucking wet for me, aren't ya?" He mumbled into my ear, his hips pushing forcefully against my ass, his fingers worked on my front, the wall rubbing against my breasts, scraping against my nippls, making my walla quiver every time his fingers slipped in and out. His thumb rubbed over my clit. 

"Fuck if Im not hard for you," he muttered clumsily, my heartbeats pulsed everywhere that I felt him touch me. His scent, his warmth, his touch, surrounding me, imprisoning me, invading me in a way that made my blood so hot I felt like a ticking time bob waiting to explode.

His hand moved against me, inside me, as he moved behind her. My spine beginning to tingle, arch and pulse with electric sparks of pleasure as I bit my lip to keep the pants contained. 

I never imagined that I would be going down this road once again with Dylan until today, and to be honest I was still very pissed at him, so think of this as angry sex if anything. 

"You're so wet" I felt his smile on my back shoulder, I could feel him sliding, I slowly felt him slip my pants off and toss them on the floor. 

"Can you just fuck me please and shut up?" I muttered in anticipation, whining almost. I felt him smirk, knowing that he clearly wanted this too. 

Quickly, he takes his pants off and rips my black panties off and quickly, yet gently slips his cock inside of me. I let out a whimper, my pussy flooding with wetness. In and out, he moves slowly at first, letting me get used to his big cock until my moan bounces off the walls. 

"Damn, you're so tight." He whispers in my ear, pulling my head back further, he kissed me deeply on my neck as he is sealing everything. He makes me feel every glide, my pussy juices drip down my thigh, and I should be embarrassed but it feels too damn good as I clench around him with small spasms that leave my leg shaking and feeling weak in the knees. 

Im moaning, panting, begging, with my head tipped back so he can mark my neck and shoulders at his leisure. My body trembles, arms tightening around his shoulders as I cum. Its different from what I'm used to, the pleasure of it mingling with the feeling of my orgasm being wrung from my body. 

This time I whimper as I lean my head back, resting on his shoulders. I knew I was going to regret this once all this was over, but a part of me is hoping this is all just a dream of some sort, when I am coming to an end, and so is he soon, I just pant as I lean against him, having him thrust his cock into my ass. 

I never wanted this to be over, and yet it will end very soon just like everything in life has to come to an end. 

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some crazy smut in this chapter 😭