Dylan O'Brien Imagines

SMUT

A/N: Disclaimer: not mine

It was late at night and you were just finishing your nightly shower. You walked into your bedroom, going over to your dresser with a towel wrapped around your body and began picking out your clothes you would choose to sleep in. Once you had chosen your favorite night outfit, you placed them on the bed along with your underwear while you left your room, going downstairs. You didn't mind walking around your house in a towel. You were one of those people that preferred to air dry anyway.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and that's when you caught a whiff of what smelt like smoke. You smirked to yourself, knowing exactly where the smell was coming from and from who. You sidetracked your path to the kitchen to walk to the back patio where, sure enough, you saw your best friend sitting at a deck table, a dwindling joint propped between his fingers. "You know, people usually call before intruding their friends' homes." You spoke, sliding the door further open as Dylan simply twisted his head to look at you over his shoulder before looking back forward.

He shrugged, raising his eyebrows as he slightly smirked to himself at your less than clothed state. "You know, most people usual dress themselves after a shower." He retorted, making you laugh and roll your eyes.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, walking out onto the deck to stand behind him. He brought the rolled joint to his lips, taking a long drag from it before answering with smoke still held in his lungs.

"Couldn't sleep. And I figured you wouldn't mind." He said as you placed your hands on his shoulders from behind. He exhaled, blowing the smoke out that he held in his lungs and you began pushing your hands down his shoulders and over his chest, smirking to yourself. "You never mind." He said in a double-meaning with a smirk on his lips. You smirked to yourself and bit your bottom lip before slowly standing back up, dragging your hands back up his body in the process.

"So, it's okay for you to come in and smoke me out of my pot?" You taunted as Dylan huffed out a laugh before dragging on the blunt yet again. He stood to his feet and turned towards you, stepping close to you. You looked up at him through your lashes as his arm wrapped around your body. You smirked before Dylan brought his face down close to yours, his lips barely brushing yours as you parted your lips while you both fluttered your eyes shut. Dylan pushed the smoke he held in his mouth out, leaving you to inhale it into your own lungs. You felt your body shivering from his touch and the action before Dylan finally closed the gap between your lips in a heated kiss that only lasted a couple of moments before you pulled away, exhaling the smoke from your lungs.

You bit your lip and opened your eyes to see Dylan staring down at you with a look that you'd come to recognize all too well. Lust. You sucked in a deep breath as he winked at you before stepping back, bringing the blunt to his lip and taking one more large drag before he ashed it in the cigarette tray on the deck table. You sighed to yourself as you watched him turn around and stroll past you into your house. Your eyes subtly raked up and down his body as you followed behind him, your breath hitching slightly for who knows what reason. Dylan disappeared into the kitchen for a few seconds before reappearing with a water bottle in his hand.

"So, what's the real reason you came here?" You asked as you watched him open the water bottle blatantly showing off how his hands worked. God his hands. They were your favorite part of him by far and he absolutely knew it. And he was exploiting it. Your brain began to drift back to all of the times his hands have run over your bare skin, never failing to make you absolutely crumble apart in his fingers.

He stayed silent as he brought the bottle to his smirked lips, knowing you were thinking of him touching you. Once your eyes finally flickered from his hands to his eyes, he spoke. "Do you really have to ask that, [Y/N]?" Dylan asked rhetorically in a low tone that made the heat between your legs intensify even more. Dylan recapped the bottle and placed it on the small table beside him before slowly strolling over to you, making your heartbeat begin to speed. No matter how many times he's approached you in this way, it always made you weak at the knees, taking your breath away.