Dylan O'Brien Imagines

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A/N: Homework consumes me

The sound of the door slamming downstairs alerts you to your boyfriend returning home. You set down the book you'd been reading, getting up off the bed you make your way towards the stairs, but you quickly run into Dylan's, who just scoffs before brushing past you.

"Hello to you too." You huff turning back towards the bedroom. Walking back into the room you find Dylan already in a state of undress. His shirt and skinny jeans are in a pile next to the bed leaving his boxers hanging low on his hips.

"Did you not have a good day babe?" You ask quietly trying to ease the obvious tension in the air.

"No." Is his only response before he makes his way into the bathroom. Soon after you hear the shower turn on, so you decide not to worry about it and just let him have some time to himself. You pick up where you'd left off in your book waiting for him to finish his shower, and before you know it you're too caught up in the story to notice the water shutting off. You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel damp arms wrap around your shoulders, looking up you see Dylan with his most apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick." He mumbles against your hair.

"It's alright love, we all have bad days."

"I know, but I always take it out on you and that's not fair to you and then I feel like..." You cut him off by pressing your lips to his.

"It's okay Dyl, I'm not upset. How about I give you a good ole back rub to relieve some of that stress?" You ask pecking your lips to his once more.

"Mmm that sounds amazing babe."

"Alright, lay down for me." You say getting up off of the bed, so that he can take your place. Laying on his back, he places his hands behind his head, a cheeky smirk crossing his lips. You stare at his bare chest for a minute too long, admiring how pretty he looked laying there with a few stray water droplets still clinging to his skin.

"You're supposed to lay on your stomach silly. How can I give you a back massage if you're laying on your back?"

"I was hoping you'd give me a different kind of massage love." He gives you a sly wink, his hand running over the bulge in the towel that's wrapped around his waist. You raise an eyebrow at him, motioning with your hand for him to turn over.

"Fine, fine." He says putting his hands up in surrender before turning to lay on his stomach.

"Good boy." You coo teasingly, running your hands lightly across his shoulders. You start to dig the palms of your hands into the tight muscles in his shoulders and back, easing the obvious tension built up in there. Sliding your palms down his sides you begin to massage his lower back. Your hands carefully glide over his skin, pressing firmly whenever you find a particularly tense spot. Low sighs, and small moans escape Dylan's throat with every touch and caress of your soft fingers. The bulge beneath his towel was growing by the second, the feeling of your hands on his bare skin sending heat all throughout his body.

"That feels so good love." He says almost under his breath.

"I'm glad babe." You lean forward pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. Turning over onto his back Dylan leans up pressing his lips against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. A groan leaves your throat as he reaches out pulling you onto the bed, so that you're straddling his lap. His hands slide up underneath your camisole grabbing one of your cotton covered breasts, his thumb sliding over your nipple. You arch your back pressing your chest closer to him, a small moan leaving your throat. His hands slide to the hem of your camisole lifting it over your head, his lips trail down your neck, biting down on your collar bone making sure to leave a mark. His fingers toy with the clasp of your bra trying to get it undone, after a few moments of struggling with it he gets it loose and pulls the fabric down your arms. Kissing down from your collar, he takes one of your nipples between his teeth sucking on it lightly.

"Mmm fuck, Dylan f-feels so good." You moan biting your bottom lip, your hips grind down against his growing erection. The towel that had been wrapped around his hips was now askew, hardly covering anything anymore.

"You are wearing far too many clothes babe." He whispers pulling your leggings and panties down your legs in one swift movement, leaving both of you completely bare. His hands grasp your waist firmly, flipping you so that you're laying on the bed with him hovering over your heated body.

"I don't say this nearly enough, but you're so fucking gorgeous baby girl." A blush rises on your cheeks, bringing your arm up to cover your face, a bright smile gracing your lips.

"You're just saying that now because I just gave you a back massage."

"No, you are, you're the most amazing girlfriend, you put up with me even when I'm a massive idiot." He leans forward pressing his lips to yours tenderly, his forehead resting against yours. Your fingers tangle in his mess of damp hair kissing him back with passion, his words igniting something inside of you. Your lips move with his feverishly, hands sliding down his back, your nails lightly dragging down the skin if his back. He groans into the kiss when you thrust your hips upwards, causing a delicious friction for the both of you.

"I need you Dylan, please." You beg eager to feel him inside of you. His lips trail up and down your neck peppering kisses across your soft skin.

"I need you too babe." He mumbles against the skin of your throat, he grabs his penis sliding himself along your folds, teasingly rubbing the head against your sensitive clit. You thrust your hips upwards again, whimpering when you feel the head of his cock rub against your clit. You wrap your legs around his torso encouraging him to keep going. Not needing anymore encouragement than that he slides his length into your pussy in a quick thrust, but he then sets a slow pace. His hips pull back languidly, before thrusting forward again. Moans and whimpers of pleasure leave your throat with every deep thrust, but you want more, so you wrap your legs around his waist tighter, digging your heels into the top of his bum. He looks down at you shooting you a wink, sinking his length back in at the same slow pace. You slide a hand down your stomach between the two of you, rubbing circles against your clit. Dylan grabs your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to the bed above your head.

"That's my job." He says winking at you as he brings his other hand down to rub against your clit. The hand that was holding your wrists grabs onto your thigh as he starts thrusting into you faster, his fingers relentlessly rubbing around your tight bundle of nerves.

"Dylan I'm s-so fucking close." You moan, your back arching of the bed when he hits your g-spot on a particularly hard thrust nearly sending you over the edge. Your walls clench tight around his penis letting him know just how close you really were. With a few more hard thrusts and him rubbing circles on your clit you cum around him. Your legs are quivering and a jumble of his babe and profanities leave your lips as your orgasm tumbles through your body. The feeling if your walls begging do right around him and the way his name finds falling from your lips sends him into orgasmic bliss. His thrusts get sloppier as he comes undone inside of you, before they stop all together. After pulling out he told onto his back in the opposite side of the bed his hand reaches for yours, intertwining your fingers. His thumb rubs over three back of your hand soothingly, but his next words are rather cheeky.

"Babe I think the solution to me not being such an idiot is you giving me more back massages." He says, and you just hear the smile in his voice.

"Fuck off Dylan." You mumble sleepily, trying to hold back the laugh that wants to escape your lips.

"Oh you know you can't get rid of me that easily." He says bringing your hands up to his lips kissing it tenderly. "Sweet dreams love."