Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Marriage

Y/N P.O.V.

"Y/N, are you ready? It's almost time." Tyler says, poking his head in the door.

"Tyler, I think I might puke."

Tyler walks over and rubs my back.

"Y/N just relax. This is your big day. It' s all about you."

"Thank Ty, really, without you I'd never have met Dylan." I started to tear up.

"Don't you dare cry! You'll ruin your makeup."

I hug him and smile.

"Now. Let's get you married."

Dylan's P.O.V.

I was standing at the alter, waiting for things to start rolling. I was a complete mess. I was sweating, I felt like I was going to get sick.

Just then, music started playing and the girls came in one by one. Then the wedding march began to play. I looked down the aisle and there she was. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. Just when I thought she couldn't get any gorgeous, here she is, taking my breath away. My mind went back to when I first saw her. I knew she was special and that I had to be with her.

Y/N P.O.V.

There he was. Waiting at the alter in his black tux. He was flawless. And he's all mine. I made in to the alter and he took my hand. We turned to face the minister.

"Do you, Y/N have anything to say before we go on?"

I looked into Dylan's eyes.

"Dylan, today I take you to be my husband. Together we will create a home, becoming a part of one another. I vow to help create a life that we can cherish, inspiring your love for me and mine for you. I vow to be honest, caring and truthful, to love you as you are and not as I want you to be, and to grow old by your side as your love and best friend."

I wiped tears from my eyes and Dylan mouthed "I love you."

The minister looked at him.

"And you, Dylan, have anything to say before we continue?"

Dylan pulled out a piece of paper out of his jacket pocket.

"I, Dylan O'Brien, love you, Y/N, with all my heart. Since the day I saw you, there has never been a doubt in my mind that one day I will make you my wife, and today here we stand. I promise to always be there for you, support you, to always make your life fun and never boring, to show you love, to tell you everyday just how beautiful you are. I love you so much it is hard to put into words."

"Now it's time for the exchanging of the rings."

I turned and Tyler handed me Dylan's ring, he did the same and looked at me.

"Dylan O'Brien, I give you this ring, which to me is a symbol of my love and commitment to you." I slide the ring on his finger.

"Y/N Posey, I give you this ring, which to me is a symbol of my lobe and commitment to you." He glided my ring on.

"Do you, Y/N, take Dylan O'Brien to be your lawful wedded husband? To have and to hold in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"And do you, Dylan O'Brien, take Y/N to be your lawful wedded wife? To have and to hold in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

"I do."

"Then may you have many joys, and be the light of each other's days. Ladies and gentlemen may I present Mr. and Mrs. Dylan and Y/N O'Brien! You may now kiss the bride."

Dylan used one hand to grab my waist and the other to caress my cheek. I place both hands on his face. Everyone stood and clapped.

[...]

I sit down, my legs were hurting, I was dancing for two hours. I looked around, searching for my brother and laughed when I saw him and Dylan dancing. They looked at me and I waved. They started dancing like a couple and I took a picture of it.

"Hey, no pictures!" Tyler said.

They walked to me and I hugged both of them.

"I'm proud of you guys." Tyler says. "You guys are so cute together. And unfortunately, Dylan told me that he's excited for the honeymoon, and unfortunately, I pictured you guys having sex on my mind. Yeah, thanks."

I laughed at him and shook my head to Dylan.

[...]

A/N: yO SMUT STARTS NOW!

His hand made his way to the back of my dress and found the zipper. With his long fingers, he pulled it down, leaving my back exposed and chilled by the crisp night air.

"God , I love you." He breathed.

The warmth of his words hitting my neck and sending a shiver throughout my body. I felt myself dripping. Dylan peeled the rest of my wedding dress off and let his fingers find my center. I felt Dylan's eyes graze over my body, and I instantly tensed up, trying to cover the white lingerie.

"Babe." He smiled. "Don't tease me."

I immediately reached for Dylan's trousers out of his tuxedo jacket while I unbuttoned his white shirt. He reached behind me to unhook my bra. Dylan pulled my hair to one side of my neck and began kissing the other side slowly. He took a breast in each hands and began messaging slowly, causing me to moan in his mouth. He smirked as I pulled down his briefs. His length hit his stomach with a small slap, sending chills throughout my body once again. He removed his hands from my chest and brought them to my hips. He pulled my soaked panties down slowly, feeling the warmth of my curves with is callused hands.

"Y/N..." He breathed. "You're wet." A small chuckle escaped both of our mouths.

He picked me up and carried me to the large bed, placing me ever-so-softly on my back. I sat up, he looked at me confused; I pushed him onto his back. I crawled up to his length and started at it for a little while; I let my tongue circle the pink tip of his large and throbbing member. He moaned my name loudly in approval. I looked up at him; his eyes were tightly shut and his perfect lips were parted. His long fingers were laced with the pale white sheets of the bed. I took a deep breath and pushed more of him into my mouth.

"Oh my god, yes baby." He yelled, his voice raspier than usual.

I began to take as much of him as I could in, gagging slightly, comforted by the inhuman noises escaping my new husband's throat.

"God, baby stop." He moaned pushing me off of him.

He kissed from my neck all the way down to my bellybutton, right above my clit. He licked my clit slowly and I writhed underneath him. He blew cold air alone my slit as I knotted my fingers into his hair, pushing his mouth against my center again. He began licking faster as he slid two finger into me. I yelled out in pleasure, my back arching.

"Dylan, I'm gonna- oh god!"

He pulled away quickly and sat up on his knees between my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. I whimpered due to the loss of his tongue and fingers where I needed the most.

He stuck his tip inside of me and I breathed. He moaned, pulling himself out and thrusting back in at a pace that was too slow for me.

"Fuck me harder, Dylan." I whispered.

Dylan obliged and began pounding into me; our moans filled the room. After about 10 minutes of varied paces of Dylan slamming into me, his thrusts got quicker and sloppier. A string of profanities escaped both of our mouths. I felt my stomach twitch and Dylan reached his orgasm with me.

He kissed my lips gently, his member still pulsing inside of me. He then lifted my limp body out of bed, carrying me to the hotel suite's bathroom. He set me down gently on the edge of the tub.

"Ready for a bath, baby?" I smiled.