Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Dylan O'Brien smut | Figure it Out

⚠︎Trigger Warnings⚠︎

"Babe, I'm home!" Dylan calls and you hear his keys being thrown on the kitchen counter.

"Hey Dyl, I'm in the living room!" You yell back, not bothering to look up from your book. You sense him entering the room, and through the corner of your eye you see him walking closer. He sits down on the couch next to you.

"So, are you going to actually say hello to me or are you just gonna read your book?" He asks.

"I'm okay with just reading my book, thank you." You smile teasingly, not lifting your eyes from the page.

"Y/N, seriously. I've missed you." He says, suddenly sounding a little sad. Smashing your book closed with a satisfying bang, you look up at him.

"I've missed you, too. How was work?" You smile softly, fluffing his hair.

"Work? Well, it was all right I guess. At least I'm filming with Tyler." He replies with a sigh. Tyler Posey is one of Dylan's closest friends, and having him on set makes work a lot more fun for him. He currently has a rather tough instructor, and they're dealing with some challenging scenes lately, so filming is quite tiring for him.

"Aw, come here." You pout and open your arms. He grins happily, his adorable boyish smile, and cuddles eagerly into you. His mouthwatering scent washes over your senses, and you sigh happily.

"I was actually wondering..." he mumbles, but then stops. He falls silent for a while.

"Yes? Wondering what?" You ask, curiously urging him to continue.

"Y/N I really love you and it's been so nice taking it slow, but lately I've been thinking..." he sits up and looks at you with a faint, almost shy smirk. "If we could take the next step?"

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" You giggle, fluffing his hair again.

"That depends on what you're thinking, but yes, I assume I am." Dylan laughs.

DYLAN'S POV
"You know what? Go for it. If you feel ready for it then so do I." She smiles, making my heart skip a beat. She said yes. I cheer quietly and am just about to begin kissing her when she puts a finger to my lips. "But..." she smirks at me before continuing. "I'm not telling you my turn-ons. You get to figure those out yourself, and I'll only give in when you've successfully gotten me proper hot and bothered. Deal?" This could turn out to be a lot of fun.

"I gotta figure you out myself then?" I ask, an eyebrow raised in intrigue.

"Yep. And until you do, I won't be giving you any clues. I guess it's a nice way to get to know each other." She grins proudly at her proposal. I am not one to back out of a challenge, and this one is compelling to say the least.

"Deal." I smirk and grab her waist harshly, pulling her in for a kiss. She kisses back, leaning into my touch. So far so good, but I already knew this much. So I just continue kissing her, until my tongue unconsciously escapes my lips, greedy for more. That makes her give in, and she kisses me back with enthusiasm.
After making out for a while I start craving more. I pull back and push her down on the couch. She looks up at me innocently, a hint of defiance in her eyes. I smirk teasingly at her before kissing her cheek. No reaction. I try her jaw, then her ear. Nothing either. Then I move to her neck. She stirs a bit, but only just. I let my lips slide across the soft skin, searching. A bit lower, and something seems to happen. Slightly lower yet, then a but toward the middle of her throat and her head rolls to the side, granting me more access. This is the spot. I press a soft kiss to it. The reaction is exactly what I'm looking for - a sweet, quiet hum escapes her mouth. I keep caressing the sweet spot, running over it with my tongue and gracing it with my teeth. Every now and again she lets out a quiet, breathy sound of pleasure.
I pull back till our faces are inches away, taking in her beautiful features. She opens her eyes, looking back at me, and I wonder how long they've been closed for. Then a hand flies up and grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down to her. She starts kissing me harshly. Her hands climb up to my hair, tucking gently at the roots. I can't stop a silent groan from escaping me. I pull away from the kiss to leave a path of airy kisses all the way from her cheek to her collarbone. Despite her indifference to the same touch earlier, she lets out a whimper this time. I smirk into one of the kisses and grab her waist tightly with both hands, beginning to tug her shirt off her. She doesn't help me, but she doesn't stop me either.
Once the piece of clothing is discarded, I let my kisses sink lower down her body again. I'm just above her cleavage now, my hands brushing gingerly over her stomach. Her eyes are closed again. Then I move my fingertips to the small of her back, slowly climbing higher until I reach the closure of her bra. I fumble with the mechanism for several seconds, unable to see what I'm doing. She giggles quietly, reaching back and opening it herself with just one hand.
With a defeated chuckle I butterfly kiss her nose and pull her bra off. She shivers as the cool air hits her exposed chest. It's the first time I see her, and I find myself stunned, savouring the breathtaking sight with a quiet gasp. When I finally gather myself, I lean in and kiss her hungrily again. My hands lift from their resting place on her hips to her chest, gently massaging her breasts and running an occasional finger across the hardened nipples. She begins tugging at the hem of my shirt pleadingly. When it's off she opens her eyes again.

"You found it too fast," She whispers. I grin teasingly.

"You mean this?" I smirk and begin sucking the sweet spot again. She moans, now much less quietly at the action, and I feel a rush of excitement wash through me at the sound. What a gorgeous noise. I already find myself longing to hear more of it. She wraps her arms around my neck, lifting herself up. She presses kisses my collarbone, applying a sucking motion that makes my skin tingle and my heart pound. I smirk, mostly to myself, and pull her face up to mine. Our eyes lock for a long second before we both lean into yet another greedy kiss. It grows needier by the second, both of us pressing our hips into each other. I pull away, panting with arousal, to push down her jeans without further delay.

"That's unfair, I'm nearly naked and you're almost all dressed!" She whines. I chuckle and let her push down my trousers as well. She does it effortlessly, keeping our eyes locked. I trace her chin with my thumb, caressing her soft face lovingly before I forcefully pull her by the chin back into a kiss. She moans quietly as I begin grinding against her, my erection only two layers of fabric separated from herself. At last I sit up and teasingly pull her panties down. They reveal a large wet spot on the crotch, causing me to groan in excitement and pride of my trophy. She sucks in a sharp breath as her last piece of clothing is removed. Her hand draws small patterns on my chest as she lightly presses our foreheads together. I stare into her deep Y/E/C eyes, falling in love with her all over again. I suddenly notice her other hand on my v-lines, playing with the hem of my boxers. I can't prevent my face from flushing as she pulls them down, giving me an innocent grin. Then I push her body back down on the couch, resting my forearms on either side of her head as I hover above her. Beginning to tease her with my tip, I look lovingly at her for a second.

"Holy shit I love you, Y/N..." I growl, finally letting in to the impossible urge and slowly push into her, an amazing feeling of satisfaction washing over me. She moans something I can't quite make out as a similar feeling of relief hits her. I start moving, to my own dismay only very slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her. Her face is flushed red with arousal, eyes heavily hooded. She moans again, breaking down the last of my defenses. Her sounds are intoxicating. I loose all traces of sanity as I begin senselessly thrusting into her, needing to hear more of her gorgeous noises. Groans I can do nothing to contain fall from my own lips. Her nails are clawing at my shoulders and her eyes have fallen shut. The otherwise quiet room is filled with the sound of both our voices and the slamming of our clammy hips colliding.
I feel my orgasm coming closer, desperately pumping even harder to reach it. She breathes out a series of cuss words, grabbing harshly onto the back of my neck. Her burning touch makes me twitch, I'm so unbearably close to the edge and only moving faster towards it. Suddenly, a realisation hits me.

"Y/N-" I gasp, finding myself helpless to stop thrusting at this point. My body refuses to obey me, greedily asking for ever more and taking it without remorse.

"Uh-huh?" She breathes out absent-mindedly, her mouth falling agape. Her eyes are rolling in and out of focus behind her hooded eyes as the tone of her moans seems to change for a higher-pitched one.

"I'm not... we didn't — you aren't.. we forgot protection - " I manage between heavy pants. She struggles desperately to respond but seems to lose control of her body more with each passing second.

"It's okay Dyl, I'm - I," she cuts herself off with a frenzied moan as her orgasm hits, eyes glacing over. I feel her clenching violently around me, and I'm helplessly pushed over the edge too, overwhelmed by the feeling. With my vision blurred from pleasure, I feel myself pouring into her, her hips sweetly rolling against mine, milking me. I hadn't even noticed that I stopped thrusting, my entire body tensed up as the climax washes over me, but as she helps me ride out the high, I gradually feel my senses return to me. I gently pull out of her, panting as I sit up. She sits up, too, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaning in as she starts kissing me deeply. Another full-blown make-out session later she rests her head in the crook of my neck.

"You were trying to say...?" I finally ask, concerned that I might have just gotten her pregnant. Not that I wouldn't want that, just not yet. We're so young. Perhaps in the future, if we're ready.

"I figured we might end up doing something like this at some point, so I've been taking the pill." She states with a shy giggle. I can't help but smile down at her. She thinks of everything.

"You're amazing Y/N," I whisper, kissing her hair.