Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Baby Bump | Dylan O'Brien

Imagine #14
(sorry I meant to update yesterday but I was too busy with other things...like trying to finish lolstiles amazing stuart twombly book loll)

Word Count: 693

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THIRD PERSON:

The engaged couple lay in bed, their legs tangled with each other's, and their fingers intertwined. His thumb soothingly rubbed back and forth on her knuckles, causing her to feel even more calmer than she was before. A deep breath comes from her as she listens carefully to the heartbeat of her fiancé.

"Hey, I have a question?" Y/N sudden speaks, her eyes gazing at their hands.

"And I've got a answer." Dylan teases.

She giggles, adjusting her head on his toned chest. "What did you think of me on the night we first met?"

Dylan situates himself to where the both of them were sitting up now in the bed, their hands and legs still attached. "What did I think if you?" He says to no one in particular, but she nods for him to continue. "Well for starters, I thought you were the most winsome girl out of all the others on that entire cruise. I thought of you as the moon and stars since you were just damn beautiful, it wasn't easy for me to take my eyes off of you. Y/N, you bring the sun on my rough days and I hope you know that."

She sends the man beside her a small, grateful smile for his response. "Wait I'm like the moon and stars? What the hell, man." Y/N lets out a loud laugh, ruining the moment for fiancé, but Dylan couldn't help and laugh along with her.

"I was nineteen going on twenty and at the time I wasn't the best with coming up with analogies or whatever that was." He waves his hands around frantically, the woman beside him still lightly giggling.

"Okay, okay. My bad, it was a very cute analogy that you thought of, but I must admit that I saw pretty much the same thing as you. Only in my words, you were sexiest," She pauses, sitting up and kissing his lips. "And most sweetest young man."

Before Y/N could finish on with whatever she planning to say, Dylan's lips pressed against hers once more. His hands going up to both her cheeks as one of his thumbs rub gently, making the kiss feel more passionate.

"One horrible part of you being pregnant is that I can't fuck you senselessly at the moment." The horny young man whines when the two of them pull apart, Y/N instantly noticing a bulge forming in his sweatpants.

"Who says we can't fu- ah fuck, that actually hurt!" She exclaimed as she felt the tiny foot that belonged to their baby kick inside. Her hand placing itself on the spot where she had a been kicked, a deep breath coming from her.

Dylan lightly chuckles, his hand on the baby bump. "After that painful kick, I'm sure that's his way of saying we can't have sex."

Y/N pouts, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks away from him. "Why can't the men be the ones to carry a child in their stomach for nine months? I wanted a baby, but I didn't think it would be this much of karate drop kicks happening inside me."

Instead of Dylan responding, he begins to cackle at his fiancée sudden change in mood. "It's possible for men to get pregnant, I think- wait that's not the point! You know what, how about I run a hot bath for the two of you and maybe I can join?"

"You can join, but keep that dick of yours occupied and way from me." She sighs, getting up out of the bed and wobbling over to the bathroom.

Dylan shakes his head before getting up to go join his lovely soon to be wife for a warm bath.

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this was absolute crap and very very very short
if you guys have any imagine ideas please send them and especially some thomas ones because I don't have any ideas for that character yet

much love!