Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Moment Ruined | Dylan O'Brien

Imagine #7

Word Count: 957

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"The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space." Was my mother's favorite quote by Marilyn Monroe. She would repeat that quote to me every single time I called myself find a new boyfriend, but then the relationship would only last for at least a week or maybe even an hour.

The truth is that my mom never cared to much for those boys since they seemed like weren't the type that knew how to treat a girl with respect. That was until Dylan and I started dating, then she would always blabber on and on about how much she wanted me to marry him. And that's where I ended up- married to the love of my life and here I was, currently laying in our bed in his arms.

"You know, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I went out with Tyler when he asked me out instead of you." I suddenly say, causing Dylan to turn his attention to me.

He laughs, rubbing his eyes as a yawn escapes from his lips. "Probably the same thing, but I would just be regretting the fact that I didn't grow enough balls to ask you out before him."

I take this as my chance to crawl onto his lap, both of my legs on either side of him, basically trapping him. His arms lazily encircle my waist, pulling me nearer to himself.

"Why were you so nervous on asking me out? I was just normal girl who was exactly your age at the time." I giggle, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"You weren't just normal to me, Y/N." He starts. "In my eyes you were all rainbows and sunshines to me. When Tyler first introduced you to me back in our sophomore year, I was absolutely too stunned by your beauty to where I almost forgot my own name."

I shake my head, chuckling and hiding my now red cheeks in my hands. "That's not true."

"It is!" He laughs along with me. "Just seeing your eyes, smile, and your personality in general made me feel some type of way. Then that's when I knew that I totally had to make you mine. Literally, I stayed up so late one night and I was making up the most ridiculous ideas to ask you out. I felt embarrassed once my mom found the sheet of notebook paper in my drawer and she shared it with my dad and sister."

"I can't believe you! A simple 'will you be my girlfriend' would've been fine with me." I inform with a small smile.

Dylan looks down, his cheeks turning a slight bright red. "I wanted to make you feel special and I wanted it to be something you would remember for a while."

"Well, the way you asked me will always be something for me to remember, especially the day you proposed." I tell him, giving him a chaste kiss on his soft plump lips. "Would you mind telling me some the ideas you had for asking me out?"

"Um yes, I would mind. But I wouldn't mind kissing you again." He whispered, his minty breath fanning over my lips.

Without giving me a chance to respond, our mouths meet once again. His hand gripping the skin underneath my shirt causing me to grind against him, and a sexy moan slipping from him. I tug my shirt off before meeting my lips with his once more and his fingers unclasp my bra with an ease. Sliding my bra straps down my arms and I throw it across the room, Dylan's hands giving both of my breast a squeeze. His hand trailed up and down my bare back, goosebumps forming on my skin.

"Daddy!" The bedroom door swings open, causing Dylan to bring me and my exposed upper body into him.

"Yes, da-darling?" Dylan stutters while still holding me against his chest.

Lanely, our four year old, folds her tiny arms as she sends her dad a cute frown. "You said you were coming to my tea party with Mr. Wiggles and I."

Dylan's eyes move up to yours and you shrug, letting him answer for himself. "I did, didn't I? Silly me, I'll be in there in a few minutes."

"Yay okay!" She claps happily. "Oh, mommy why aren't you wearing a shirt? It's really cold in the house and you could get sick."

"You're right, sweetie! Um I was just..." I pause, lost for an excuse to tell the poor kid.

"I was helping her find a clean shirt." He pipes in and Lanely just giggles before closing the door, going back to her own room.

Dylan chuckles uncontrollably, his laugh vibrating in the crook of my neck. My body was pressed up against him still as he continued to laugh at the awkward moment that happened seconds ago.

"Why did we have a child?" He questions after he calms down from his giggling fit.

"So she could stop us from making more children like she just did a few minutes ago." I state, crossing my arms over my bare chest.

He slowly pulls my arms away from my breast, placing them down to my side. "Shall we continue?"

"We shall not because you have a very important tea party to attend with Lanely." I get up from his lap, walking over to the bathroom, in need of a warm shower.

"You're seriously going to shower without me?" He whines like a toddler having a temper tantrum.

I smirk, my head peaking out from the bathroom door. "Enjoy your tea party, Dylan."

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much love!