A Lot of Smut [SPN + TW + TMR + MORE]

welcome home {dylan o'brien}

Dylan was coming home in 10 minutes. He hadn't been home in 4 months.

I had already prepared the bedroom. I had silk sheets on the bed, but the quilt folded down so it wouldn't get in the way. I had candles lit in various areas of the room, and rose petals all over the bedroom. I had a trail of petals leading from front door to the bedroom. I put on music to set the mood more. I bought new lingerie, a black mesh baby doll. I put on a pretty skimpy red dress over it, just to hide it until we got into the bedroom. It's something I'd wear over a swimsuit, and no where else.

Then, I hear the door open downstairs. I run downstairs, and jump into Dylan's arms.

"Oh, baby, I missed you," he says.

"I missed you, more," I mumble. His hands travel down my sides, resting on my hips as he looks at my outfit.

"Mm. Something tells me you prepared for something?" He mumbles. I nod. His hands go down to my thighs, picking me up after he dropped his bags. We lock lips, and he slowly walks up stairs. I pull his shirt off, throwing it over the railing.

When we get to the room, I pull the dress over my head, revealing the mesh that laid under it. His eyes scan my body, a smirk on his face. His eyes had a twinge of nervousness, revealing the innocent, precious Dylan coming through.

I place a hand on his face, my thumb gently rubbing back on forth on his cheekbone.

"You okay, babe?" I whisper. He nods.

"More than okay..." he mumbles, before reaching behind me and undoing the small clasp of the top piece. I let him take the flimsy fabric off me, it falling to the ground. He lets out a shaky breath as he runs his hand up and down the back of my thigh, slowly inching further and further toward my heat. I watch a tent in his pants start forming.

"You're excited..." I whisper, smirking.

"I haven't had sexual contact in 4 months. The most intimate thing that's happened is fucking my own hand. Of course I'm excited," I smile and crash my lips against his. He picks me up and leans me against the wall, thrusting his hips forward to meet mine. I could tell he was desperate for contact. I move my hands from his neck to his belt and I shove his pants to the ground. He steps out of them, kicking them to another place in the room.

He pushes his lips against mine with so much power it makes me shiver. I reach a hand down and start palming Dyl through his boxers. He moans into my mouth.

"Oh babe, I need you..." he mumbles before moving his head to start marking me on my neck. He unclips the back of the top piece of my set, and I let it slip off of me. He pushes his boxers down and I feel his member press against my inner thigh.

He carries me to the dresser, opening the small drawer and finding a condom. He rips it open and rolls it down himself quick, and I watch with eager eyes. I was soaked thinking of the pleasure he was about to give me.

"Where do you wanna go, babe? Counter, bed, wall?" He asks, panting slightly.

I had just assumed we were going to the bed, but counter or wall sex sounded amazing. We'd done wall before, so why not try something new?

"C-Counter," I pant, just wanting his dick inside of me. He presses his lips to mine as he walks to our ensuite, placing me on the bathroom counter. He pulls my underwear down before lining himself up when me, his tip teasing me slightly.

"Fuck, babe, hurry..." I whine. He smirks and thrusts into my body. I gasp, the air exiting my lungs as he rocked into me. Pleasure raced through my body as my toes curled from the intensity.

"Fuck, Dyl!" I squeal as he picks up the pace. He reaches down and rubs my clit as he continues his hard pace. I lean head on his shoulder as my nails dig into his biceps, needing to grasp onto something through this.

"Fuck, baby, I'm close..." he groans.

"Me too," I scream as he goes even harder. He gets sloppy with his thrusts, but goes harder to make up for it. I squeal as my orgasm rocks through my body, and I clench around his length as I cum. This triggers his release, and I feel the warmth of his seed through the condom. He sighs as he pulls out, throwing out the condom. He kisses the side of my head and buries his face into the crook of my neck.

"What a way to be welcomed back..." he chuckles.

"I love you," I whisper as I play with his fingers.

"I love you more," he smiles, helping me off the counter. He picks me up and carries me to the bed, grabbing a pair of underwear for the both of us. He steps into clean boxers, and hands me a pair of my own clean underwear. I pull them on before burrowing under the covers. I hear him chuckle before he climbs in next to me, kissing my forehead.

"On a completely unsexual note, I really did miss you, babe," he says with a smile.

"I missed you more," I giggle. He kisses me again.

"That's impossible," he whispers before hugging me to his chest. I curl into him and slowly fall asleep, finally back in his arms.