Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Dylan O'Brien Smut | Tired

⚠︎Trigger Warnings⚠︎

You unlock the door to your flat, making sure to be as quiet as possible. It's pretty late, and Dylan is most likely asleep somewhere in there. You enter, carefully closing the door behind you and kicking off your heels before putting them on the shoe shelf. All the lights are still on, telling you that Dylan either still is awake or has fallen asleep while waiting for you to come home. Voices and some news jingle you've heard a million times before are the only sounds that break the peaceful silence, so you follow the noise into the living room.
You immediately spot the precious brunet, sprawled out across the couch. Dylan is fully dressed and sleeping soundly. He looks goddamn adorable, his body looking crumbled or almost melted the way he is spread out on the couch as if he was sitting up just moments ago before collapsing involuntarily. His lips are slightly parted, his chest rising and falling slowly with heavy, relaxed breaths. You turn off the TV and quietly step out of your uncomfortable dress, folding it on the coffee table before carefully sitting down on the couch next to him, giving his cheek a soft peck.

"Dyl?" You whisper, running a hand through his soft hair.

"Mmm..?" he groans, eyes still shut and body barely stirring. No luck. He is one heavy sleeper, this boy.

"Dylan, I'm home." you speak softly but a little louder this time, gently squeezing his shoulder. His eyes slowly flutter open, and he smiles tiredly when they meet yours. He grabs your wrist in a surprisingly strong grasp considering he's barely conscious yet, and pulls you down to him. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and he wraps his arms around your waist as you get comfortable on the couch.

"Glad you're home... missed you... wanted to wait for you... fell asleep..." He mumbles against your cheek, the words slurring groggily together. It takes him a good couple of minutes to shake off the sleep after he wakes, so expecting much in terms of linguistic skill from him isn't usually rewarding. If he isn't still asleep, that is. It can be hard to tell.

"I missed you, too." you smile, moving into him further, trying to get more comfortable. It's a pretty standard sized couch, so the space is pretty limited. Lying on it comfortably just one person is ambitious, so being two is a challenge. Not that you mind being this close. It's actually quite pleasant, feeling him so tightly against you. Sensing his slow pulse against your skin and noticing every little mole and freckle scattered across his face and neck. His eyes remain closed. You lie together in silence for a while, enjoying each other's presence, when you are snapped out of your thoughts by the unmistakable pressure of a bulge forming on his crotch.

"Dyl?" you giggle with a small eye roll, kissing him softly on the cheek. He smirks guiltily and opens his eyes, his gaze immediately falling to your lips. Taking you by surprise, he softly grabs onto the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his. He seems much more alert than you had originally thought, considering his closed eyes and resting expression just moments ago. His lips ghost over yours teasingly, as you press a hand onto his chest. Then he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as if he has been thinking of nothing else for the entire day. Your hand slowly trails down his clothed upper body, stopping on the crotch of his trousers. You barely move your hand, applying no pressure as your fingers brush across the bulge. He lets out a quiet moan into the kiss, already hardening more at just the feathery touch alone.

"Someone's horny, huh? I thought you were tired?" You tease, parting the kiss. His eyes are closed again, but he smirks. He lets his hands roam your body before they land on your hips, squeezing. Your breath to hitches, despite your best effort. Dylan's smile widens and he leans in to kiss you again. He runs his tongue over your bottom lip before biting down on it gently. The feeling sends a tingle through your lower abdomen and you hum quietly.