Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Happy Birthday Babe | Dylan O'Brien

Imagine #23
Part Two of "Catastrophe"

Word Count: 2261

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Y/N'S POV:

Sunlight flowed through the sheer white curtains that gently blew from the wind outside. The scent of fresh ocean water floating into the room, filling my nostrils and suddenly calming my mood.

Letting a sleepy yawn, I turn around to see my husband still in a deep slumber, soft snores coming from him. Giggling to myself, I admire his adorable facial features: a few moles scattered on his cheek, his cute little nose, along with his hair that was currently messy but still neat, and lastly- his quite sexy, yet noticeable scruff.

"It's not nice to stare, creep." Dylan's groggily mutters, a lazy smile appearing on his face.

I giggle once more, leaning up on my elbow, and placing my chin in the palm of my hand. "I can't help that you're such a sexy beast." I tease, poking his nose with my finger.

"Please don't ever say that again." He lowly chuckles, his eyes finally fluttering open and meeting my gaze.

"Alright, alright. But I do have you say-" I clear my throat, scooting closer to him. "That it's a special person's birthday today."

The mention of it being somebody's birthday suddenly makes Dylan more interested, a devious smirk appearing on his face. He leans on his elbow too, all of his attention still focused on me.

"Oh really? Mind sharing with me who that special someone is?" He asks, one of his eyebrows raising in amusement.

"I believe his name is Brien O'Dylan- wait no, that can't be right." I rub my chin as if I was thinking hard. "Oh! It's this guy who as happens to be husband, but he's known as the one and only Dylan O'Brien.

The both of us burst into laughter, and I soon meet my lips with his, giving him a short and sweet chaste kiss. "Happy birthday, Dyl." I whisper, while our face were only inches way from each other.

"Thank you," He lowly chuckles. "What's the plan for today?"

"Well first of all, I was thinking we could maybe swim for a little while." I say as my pointer finger drags along his toned bicep. "But the rest is only for my ears to know at the moment."

Dylan whines, his arms suddenly wrapping around me and pulling me on top of him. A loud squeal comes from me, and I sit up to where I was straddling his waist, my legs trapping him on both sides.

"Why don't you tell me now. . .that way I'll be prepared." He eggs on, gripping onto my exposed thighs.

"Prepared for what? It's not like we're going into war!" I teasingly exclaim.

He shrugs, running his thumbs over my skin, causing my to feel some type of way: hot and bothered. Dylan knew exactly what move he was pulling, but I wasn't going to give in that easily.

"I can feel you tensing, love." He murmurs, sending me his famous evil smirk. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me the plans?"

I nod, folding my arms over my chest. "I'm po-positive."

Without giving him a chance to protest, I climb off his lap and begin to make my way over to our suitcases. I bend down, giving Dylan a good view of my ass in my black nike spandex, and I instantly gain a low groan from him. Grinning successfully, I find my plain black swimsuit at the bottom of my bag along with my sunscreen and other important "woman products".