Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Mall Day | Dylan O'Brien

you guys were probably expecting part two to "invisible", but sadly you all will have to wait since I have a certain pattern for my imagines (:

Imagine #10

Y/F/N: Your Friend's Name

Word Count: 958

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THIRD PERSON:

Y/N bites her lip as she debates on whether or not to get the neon blue crop top that she held in her hands. Her boyfriend groaned as he became even more bored sitting in the store just watching is girlfriend search through the racks for hours.

"Babe, we've been here since eleven this morning and it's already going on three o'clock. Can we please go?" Dylan whines, almost sounding like a little child.

A low laugh erupts from the young woman as she hangs the shirt back on the metal rack, searching for another piece of clothing. "This what you get for agreeing to come with me. I warned you that us girls shop for literally half of the day until we get tired ourselves, but nope- you didn't want to listen."

"Well, I felt bad when Y/F/N canceled on you." He stands up, beginning to look through shirts with her. "Plus, I can't have any dude hitting on my lady because they see that you're all alone, thinking you don't have a boyfriend or husband."

Y/N furrows her eyebrows together at her boyfriend's last comment in his statement. "I'm pretty sure I can speak for myself. I'm not the type to lie and say that I'm not with someone as wonderful as you."

"All I get is wonderful? Wow, I feel so loved." He sarcastically responds.

"No, you're other words- though, I can't say them out loud since we're out in the open with other people." She states, with a small smile. "Now, hold my bag while I go try these on, I shouldn't be too long."

Dylan smirks, watching his girl walk away, slightly twisting. "I'll have to come in there myself if you're more than an hour, babe."

"No, you won't be doing that, Dyl. You know what'll occur if the both of us were to be cooped up in this room together." She shouts, her voice echoing in the tiny claustrophobic dressing room.

"Oh, you want it to happen." Dylan sneakily snickers, while going back to same old wooden chair.

The young man begins to type away on his phone messaging people to pass time while Y/N tried on about five outfits. He even downloaded games just go keep himself occupied. But Dylan knew he was too bored and that none of his techniques were working for himself. He got up from the uncomfortable chair, tiptoeing over to the room Y/N was in, her soft humming echoing off the walls. Swinging the door open, a gasp escapes from Y/N as she holds her arms over her exposed chest.

"Baby," She sighs once she realizes it was only horny boyfriend. "You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were some old rapist."

"My bad, I was dying of boredom out there." He complains, shutting the door behind himself and setting her purse in the corner.

Y/N's eyes widen as she continues to cover her bare chest, watching her boyfriend settle down on the white small chair in the room. "Don't get comfortable! You need to get out so I can get dressed then we can leave, like you wanted."

A chuckles comes from him, "I've seen you naked plenty of times. I don't know why you're hiding your boobs from my precious little eyes."

Y/N shakes her head while slipping her skirt back on. However, Dylan was sitting right behind her, his eyes glancing up down her body as he became more and more turned on. Without hesitating, he gets up from his spot, snaking his arms around her waist causing Y/N to jump at his sudden touch.

"I've always admired your gorgeous body- it's just so hypnotizing." He whispers in her ear, goosebumps forming on her skin.

"Dylan-"

His hand clasps over Y/N'a mouth, cutting her sentence short. "No need for talking, babygirl."

Y/N raises her eyebrows, smirking to herself before she licked his hand making him pull way. His nose scrunches in disgust as he wipes her saliva on his pants.

"What was that for? I was trying to seduce you!" He whisper shouts.

She giggles, adjusting her bra straps. "You can't seduce me in here. We're in a dressing room that's in the public, if you haven't noticed."

"Do you think I really give a damn?" Dylan asked, his eyebrows quirking up. "Come on, it'll be a pleasurable quickie."

He begins to places kisses down the shirtless girl's neck, a moan accidentally slipping from her lips. Knowing what he has caused, a low groggy laugh comes from him, vibrating in the crook of her neck.

"I know you can't resist the thought of me pounding into you while I hold you securely in my arms. My buff arms as you like to say, if I may add." Dylan states, his fingers gripping onto her hips.

Y/N spins around, her arms going up his neck, pulling him down closer to where their lips were ghosting over each others. "I'm blaming you if we get caught, O'Brien."

A devious smirk appears on his face as he begins to slide down her skirt along with her white lace panties. "We can't caught if you're as quiet as a mouse, babygirl."

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idk wtf this is because I came up with the idea in like five minutes of my nonexistent life.
sorry if it sucked and please don't kill me for making you all wait for part two of "invisible".

much love!