Play Me // A Dylan OâBrien Smut
Relationship: Dylan OâBrien x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Daddy Kink, Oral (both), Spanking, Teasing, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Unprotected Sex, and Swearing.
Song: Despacito by Luis Fonsi Ft. Daddy Yankee and Justin Bieber
A/N: This is 100% because of the video that came out. The second I saw him playing the drums again, my mind immediately went to sin. I MEAN FUUUCK LOOK AT THIS GIF PEOPLE, HOW CAN IT NOT? Also, thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for keeping me sane throughout the writing process of this fic. Love you so much! đ
In case you havenât seen the video or you want to watch it again on loop if youâre like me.Â
Fuck, I moaned internally as I watched him lick his plump lips in pure concentration, an immediate ache already rushing to my core just at the sight of Dylanâs sinful tongue.
His fingers were curled around the drumsticks and his muscles were flexed against his biceps with each movement he made as he played the drums in front of me. It took every piece of discipline I had in me to continue playing my saxophone and not toss it on the ground just to throw myself at him. Dylan had such an effect on me that I was constantly turned on whenever I was around him â and he doesnât even have to do much to get me worked up. Just the way he is can get me easily horny alone.
It all started the night we first created this blues band. He was the drummer we recruited along with his friends Thomas and Dexter for strings and vocals. The three were undoubtedly talented and the perfect additions to our band, but Dylan⊠he was the perfect addition to my body. That first night the entire band partied to celebrate the arrivals and drinks were the main theme. One thing led to the other and, the next thing I knew, I was rushed into the nearest bathroom and being pushed up against the closed door. Dylanâs calloused hands gripping my leg and hitching it across his waist as he pounds into me mercilessly, fucking me so hard that I couldnât walk the next day.
His eyes looked up at me for the slightest second and I could see the small smirk dangling from the corner of his lips, my breath hitching in my throat and disrupting my saxophone playing. Dylan noticed the way his smirk made me feel the need to press my thighs together and decided to play even dirtier by winking. I immediately moaned which came out as a strangled note from my instrument. The entire band looked at me with judgemental eyes at my horrid playing, but I was too busy focusing on Dylan chuckling lowly to himself.
âAlright!â I frustratedly shouted, surprising everyone in the studio. âCan we just please take a break from jamming right now? Weâve been at this for hours!â
Our vocalist shrugged carelessly and looked to his fellow bandmates, all shrugging as well before Tommy spoke up. âI guess we should. Maybe we can get something to eat?â
âYes!â Dexter sat up from his stool, smacking his hands together. âLetâs go to that restaurant we had dinner at yesterday! They had the fucking best chicken fried rice.â
Everyone else agreed, each sharing the food they desperately wanted to eat there again. Well, all except for Dylan and I who were too busy staring at one another, lust burning our pupils to the point of no return. His eyes dipped for the slightest second to rake all over my body, gazing at the low-cut in my crop top before his eyes returned to mine with a cocky grin now invading his pink lips.
âYou know, I think we should play our song one more time.â Dylan spoke up, his eyes never leaving me. My own narrowed, immediately understanding how much he still wanted to tease me. âTo get it perfect before we officially record it.â
Again, everyone shrugged and agreed with his suggestion. Usually, I love how open they all are for anything but not today, not when I desperately want to feel Dylanâs dick twitching inside of me again as it quickly rubs against my tight walls.
âNo, I think we should eat.â I counterparted, pulling the strap of the saxophone off my neck and placing the instrument in its case. âWe need the break.â
âMaybe you need the break, kitten.â He raised an eyebrow tauntingly. âI mean, you do seem tense. Whatâs gotten you all worked up?â
The glare I gave him was nothing short of intense and full of raging fire. He and I both knew what he was doing, especially since he used that damn nickname that did inexplicable things to me. The entire bandâs eyes were fixed on me and Dylan used the opportunity to run his fingers over his scruff as he winked yet again, fully aware of his power against me.
Fine then, two can play at this game.
âHaving to constantly blow.â I retorted and it was my turn to smirk when his eyes widened. âThe instrument, I mean.â
âWell I think you blow just perfectly.â
I was certainly glad that everyone else in the room was terrible at picking up on our innuendos and the incredibly strong sexual tension between Dylan and I. We havenât exactly told anyone about us yet â mainly because we donât even know if there is an us. Weâve been hooking up whenever it was convenient but with Dylanâs crazy schedule, itâs been pretty hard to maintain a physical relationship let alone possibly start an emotional one.
âJust one more?â Dylan teased and my mind immediately went to all of the times I begged him to quit pleasuring me when I was already so overstimulated, but he just kept going at it. âAnd then, Iâll- weâll stop.â
âJust. One. More.â I stated through clenched teeth.
Picking up my instrument again, Dylanâs eyes were hooked on me as I licked my lips and wrapped them around the tip of my saxophone. The rest of the band members prepared themselves again and Dylan tapped his drumsticks three times to indicate the starting tempo. As soon as he was finished, we were all off and the song started playing beautifully. Despite not missing and mistaking a single note, Dylan and I focused on each other instead of our instruments. The walls of the studio were shaking at how loudly he was playing, each bang vibrating through the floor and into my body. It only made the aching in my core grow even more uncomfortable as it vibrated my cunt, forcing me to hold back any moan I wanted to release.
I watched as his head nodded along with the rhythm he created, his knees bouncing up and down as his feet continuously slammed on the bass pedal to carry the entire beat of the song. I hated to admit it, but our music would be nothing without Dylanâs talented drum skills. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, the melody completing taking over his body⊠except for the eyes boring into mine that is.
Fuck, it should be illegal to look that fucking good playing the drums.
I thanked the Lord when the song was finally over and I managed to play every single note without letting Dylan distract me, despite almost falling prey to him many times. He put the drumsticks down on the floor and picked up the green bottle of beer from it instead, his lips pouting as he took a long sip. I was practically drooling at the sight of his adamâs apple moving up and down as he swallowed the bitter liquid. Everyone else, including me, put their instruments away for the time being.
âTime for grub!â Dexter celebrated and the entire room boomed with laughter at his excitement for food. Normally, I would be right there with him but at this moment all I could truly focus on were the way Dylanâs eyes were calling me.
âYou guys go ahead.â Dylan stated, standing up. âI think Iâd rather eat Chipotle.â
âYou sure?â Tommy asked, everybody already at the door. âYou should come eat with us so youâre not alone.â
âHe wonât be alone. Iâll go with him.â I spoke up, clearing my throat. âGotta have those delicious chicken cutlets.â
âSuit yourselves.â He shrugged, guiding everyone out of the studio and closing its door behind them.
It was as if the second that door sealed shut, every bit of sexual tension we were trying to keep to ourselves was released out into the air. Just the thought of what was undeniably about to happen next made my pulse accelerate, my heart pounding against my chest. I wasnât the only one effected as I watched Dylan take slow steps towards me as if I were a magnet pulling him in closer and closer. He was practically undressing me with his eyes and usually I would blush at such a forward act, but now right now. Right now, all I want him to do is give into the lustful things his eyes are telling me.
âSo,â I broke the silence, my breath unstable as he finally reached me and placed his hand on the small of my back. His lips brushing against my neck, making goosebumps cover my skin. âHow about we go eat take out?â
âNo, kitten.â He whispered, my body shivering at the feeling of his lips touching my ear. âIâd rather eat you out, instead.â
Dylanâs mouth immediately moved to mine and he crashed his lips against my own. I couldnât help but moan into our sudden kiss, throwing my arms around his neck. His skillful lips meshed with mine in such a fiery and passionate pace, he almost made me lose my balance. My hands didnât just remain on his neck as he successfully seduces me, but ventured over his back and explored the amazing feeling of his flexed muscles pressed against my palm. Our breaths mingled before Dylan licked my bottom lip with his tongue and I instinctively opened it for his tongue to have its very welcome entrance. I could taste the alcohol in his mouth along with the mint from his toothpaste and all of my senses were heightened, begging for more of him.
I broke the kiss, but he chose to continue teasing me as his lips moved to my jaw then my neck. Not even bothering to hide the fact that he was currently creating a purple bruise on my skin with his smooth assaults. My fingers gripped onto his back, my nails digging into our bandâs t-shirt. He chuckled on my neck and I instantly whimpered at the resonance.
âPlease, I have been unbelievably horny since the moment you walked through that door today.â I moaned. âJust fucking do something already.â
âPatience, kitten.â Dylan retorted, his fingers moving to the hem of my high-waisted skirt just to tease me. âGood things come to those who wait.â
âNot when their friends will be back soon.â I mewled.
âHonestly, they could walk in on us fucking and I wouldnât even stop.â Dylan nibbled on my ear. âNow, kitten, tell me all of the things you want my mouth to do to you. Teach me your favorite places.â
âYou already know my favorite places, Dylan.â I responded and definitely didnât miss the cocky grin he played on my skin.
âJust because of that impeccable response Iâll give you want you want, babygirl.â He whispered huskily before moving his hands to the back of my knees and lifting me up.
This time I was the one who started the desperate kiss as he walked forwards, my back suddenly hitting the wall behind me. I lost my rhythm with his lips and failed to remain the dominant one when his hands massaged the back of my thighs, sparking more desire throughout my entire body. Just as I was about to try and get my power back, Dylan unexpectedly broke our kiss. Our panting breaths hitting each otherâs faces before he started to push me up. I looked at him with wide eyes, but allowed him to do whatever it is heâs planning to do. The next thing I know, Iâm so high up that he wraps my legs around his neck.
With my legs dangling over his shoulders, Dylan moved one of his hands to my inner thigh and purposely drummed his fingers on my skin before reached the area closest to my core. I bucked my hips for him to do more and, to my surprise, he actually did. Dylan suddenly ripped apart the thong I wore and felt no remorse towards ruining something I owned, and, honestly, neither did I. I was so glad there finally wasnât anything keeping him from touching me anymore that I didnât even bother to think about the consequences.
âFuck, you werenât kidding about how horny you are.â Dylan chuckled, certainly staring at the arousal covering my cunt. My hips twitched the second his finger swiped through my slick folds and a shameless moan fell from my lips when he licked his wet finger with his tempting tongue. âGod, kitten, you always taste so damn good.â
âP-Please.â I begged.
âWhy are you in such a hurry?â Dylan smirked, nibbling my outer lips. âI know that Iâm a drummer and Iâm good with my hands, but damn kitten.â
âAnd Iâm a saxophone player, Iâm very good with my mouth.â I retorted, raking my fingers through his dark strands. âWhich Iâll gladly use on you if you just give me what I want.â
âWell, you certainly have a way with words, babygirl.â He stated before finally doing what I wanted him to by swiping his tongue up my core, my vocal chords releasing the most animalistic moan the second the tip of his tongue touched my clitoris. âDamn, you sing the second I touch you.â He chuckled. âKinda like playing the piano.â
The last thing I saw was Dylanâs pupils dilate just before he dipped his head under the fabric of my skirt along with his hand and began his mind-boggling pleasure on my core. His tongue created fast and steady circles on my sensitive nub, immediate pleasure striking through my veins. However, my body buzzed intensely the moment he pushed a finger into my soaking heat and pumped it repeatedly. My eyes instantly shut tight and chose to only focus on the feelings he was creating inside of me.
I squirmed and my hips bucked involuntarily, my own fingers clutching onto his hair. He grunted at the harsh feeling and my lungs immediately gasped when the vibration of his voice rippled through my core and initiated the build up now invading me. I could feel my nipples hardening against the cheap fabric of my bra and I desperately wanted to pinch them in between my fingers â which is exactly what I did after I let go of him to rip apart my blouse along with my laced bra. Dylan couldnât exactly see what I had just done, but he definitely put two and two together at the sound of the tearing fabric and didnât hold back his moan. Letting what remained of my shirt and bra fall to the ground and playing with my nipples in my fingers, I felt as Dylan added another one of his in me. He increased the pressure and the pace, giving more power to my build up.
âF-Fuck, baby.â I moaned audaciously. âJust like that.â
He followed my request and continued moving his two fingers in my tight cunt rapidly, but his lips however wrapped around my clit. His tongue still licked and played with it as well, but now he had added his sinful mouth to the mix. My sensitive nub enjoyed the attention it was getting from Dylan, flashing pure thrill and bliss straight to my build up.
Carefully hearing out how responsive I was being, Dylan decided to do more when he knew I was ready for it. He scissored his two fingers inside of me and I screamed, my body already shaking with its arriving orgasm. Dylanâs addictive movements in my cunt only stopped right when he knew I was going to cum and curled the tips of his fingers against my walls instead, the perfect amount of pressure I needed to fall into my release.
I didnât expect Dylan to stop as I came, but I certainly did expect him to when I finished. However, he did not halt his actions at all. In fact, Dylan only increased them. His hand removed itself from my core and returned its post on my thigh along with the other one. He pulled back from the wall and my own hands immediately flew to his hair for stability, but I didnât make it in time. Although his grip on my thighs were incredibly strong enough and wouldnât let me completely fall, I couldnât help but squeal when the top half of my body dropped down, by back now resting on his legs.
Just when I thought things couldnât get more intense, Dylan slipped his tongue into my cunt and I urgently wrapped my arms around the back of his knees. The new position enhanced everything he was doing to me, expanding my pleasure by one-hundred percent. I whimpered and mewled at Dylanâs invasive touch, considering how overstimulated I was. But, he didnât stop his attempt at giving me more than one consecutive orgasm.
His tongue was deep in me, constantly brushing my g-spot, and he licked around my walls, definitely enjoying my taste by the way he moaned continuously along with me. My back arched and my legs shook again at the feeling of his tongue literally fucking me just as Dylanâs thumb applied unbelievable pressure on my incredibly swollen clitoris. Not only making me reach my orgasm and cum, but literally fucking gush. My immense arousal squirted out of my cunt, certainly soaking his entire face.
This time Dylan did stop, but only when he deemed ready. My core was throbbing intensely as he walked us over to his drumming bench and asked me to place my hands on them for him to pull my legs off of his shoulders and carefully settle them on the floor without the risk of hurting me nor letting me fall. Once he laid my legs on the ground, my butt involuntarily sitting down too, I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled his shirt off his body and used it wipe his face clean.
âTake your skirt off, kitten.â He commanded, unbuttoning his khakis and letting them drop to the floor.
âYes, daddy.â I bit down on my lip, enjoying the view of him momentarily losing his shit at the nickname just as he stepped out of his pants pooling at his feet.
âDaddy, huh? Just when I thought you couldnât get any sexierâŠâ He smirked, taking taunting steps towards me. âNow, why donât you kneel here in front of daddy?â
I didnât say anything, I just changed my position to settle on my hands and knees and slowly crawled in his direction. The feeling of my skin scraping against the rug burned, but I chose to ignore it. I could see the huge bulge in his grey boxer-briefs create a wet stain with his increasing precum at how the sight turned him on beyond compare and it boosted me to sway my hips more, my confidence growing. Dylanâs hand moved down to his crotch and he slowly palmed himself over the fabric before becoming impatient and pulling down his boxers just enough to start touching himself. Immediate heat and lust rushed back to my core at the way he pumped his own dick, my mouth drooling at his actions.
Once I reached him, I placed my hands on his bare thighs to steady myself as I settled just on my knees, the rug digging into my skin. Our eyes were locked together, my mouth inching closer to his shaft. He didnât stop masterbating even when I took his tip into my mouth and sucked profusely, his throat making its own strangled noises. My tongue licked the precum off of his slit and Dylanâs hips bucked, involuntarilyâ pushing a little more of him inside my mouth. I swatted his hand away and he let both of his hands run through my hair as I took in as much of his cock as I could. Dylan gathered my hair together in a temporary ponytail and whilst my mouth bobbed his dick rapidly, my tongue would constantly graze against his prominent vein on the underside of his member.
âShit, kitten.â Dylan moaned, bucking his hips faster. âYour talented lips feel so fucking good around my cock. Thank God youâre so invested in playing the saxophone.â
I moaned around his staff and he immediately growled at the intense vibration, his hand gripping tighter in my hair. Impatient with letting me be in control, Dylan pulled my hair back roughly, my head going along with it. Then he, suddenly, pushed my head right back to take him in again deeply â so deeply that his swollen tip lodged in the back of my throat. Dylan created this new pace where he would pull my hair to guide his dick in and out along with his thrusts. The stinging pain on my scalp from his harsh pulling did not overpower the lust inside of me and I willingly allowed Dylan to use my mouth as a damn fucktoy.
âFuck me, babygirl.â He grunted before unexpectedly pulling me back and not letting me take him in my mouth anymore.
Suddenly, Dylan tore my grip away from his thighs and let my hair go. He took a step back, my palms immediately landing flat out on the floor to keep from falling. The strands of my hair swayed to the front of my face as he stepped out of his boxers and walked behind me. I heard him fall to his own knees and, without any warning, a loud sound of Dylanâs palm slapping against my skin echoed in the room along with the sound of my scream at the stinging pain of just getting spanked.
âGod, I fucking love your ass.â Dylan confessed, sinking his teeth into my cheeks and letting go right after another scream escaped my lips.
âJesus Christ, Dylan.â I grunted, already out of breath. âJust stop teasing and shove your dick inside of me already.â
âDid you just call me Dylan?â He tisked and I could picture him shaking his head. âYou know thatâs not what I want, babygirl. Which means I wonât give you want you want.â
âN-No, Iâm sorry!â I whined. âDaddy, please.â
Dylan surprised me when he pushed just his tip inside of me, my core pulsing around him. However, he stopped teasingly and it drove me absolutely crazy. I tried bucking my hips back, but Dylan just grabbed my waist roughly and halted my attempts.
âCome on, daddy.â I whimpered at the feeling of his dick throbbing. âJust fuck me.â
âLike this?â Dylan asked, slowly pushing in until he was buried to the hilt before pulling back out at the same agonizing pace. He did this a few times and my body begged for more, not able to withstand the slow rate.
âFaster.â I begged impatiently. âYou know how I like it rough.â
Dylan moaned at my commands, but continued his vehement torture anyway and I wasnât having anymore of it. Bringing my hands back, I ripped Dylanâs off my waist and he almost lost his balance at my sudden movement. Pulling his dick out of me, I pushed him to lie down on the rug and threw my legs over his hips to straddle him. Both of my knees settled on the rug and Dylanâs eyes widened at me before they narrowed with a growing smirk.
âDamn-â He began to speak, but my finger flew to his lips and stopped him from continuing his sentence. His eyebrows quirked in curiosity and I simply gave him the most smug grin I could put together.
âIâm in charge now.â
Dylanâs dick twitched in between my thighs at my new confidence and his hands flew to my hips, allowing me to do whatever I damn pleased. I grabbed his shaft before positioning it at my entrance and sitting down on him until I felt his balls on my ass. His head instantly fell back to the ground, his eyes shutting tight. Thanks to how fucking wet I was from just having two orgasms (and counting), it wasnât hard to glide him in and out of me. Both of our throats erupting into uncontrollable moans and neither one of us had the intention to stop.
My hands were splattered out on his chest, my nails raking down his skin and digging into it as his own fingers gripped my hips tightly to help guide me. I bounced up and down on his cock, the wet sound of skin meeting every time my cheeks came into contact with his balls. Dylan growled lowly whenever my nails created stinging shapes in his flesh. My build up returned stronger than ever, already licking at my veins. Dylan could sense how close I was from how I tightened around his shaft and his eyes opened, a sense of mischief pooling in them.
One of his hands made its way to our repeatedly connecting bodies and everything inside of me jerked the moment his fingers applied rough pleasure on my clit. A flash of heat spread through my body as I screamed, not able to hide how much I loved his addictive advances. However, it was when Dylan sat up and not only changed the angle but pushed me back a little so he could attach his mouth onto my breast that the build up won. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep some sort of balance as my body violently shook with its intense orgasm. I continued to bounce on his dick and Dylan grunted loudly when I clenched around it. His teeth bit my nipple harshly and I screamed, all of my senses dancing on the surface of my skin.
Even as my body fell limp and stopped moving, Dylan didnât. His hand on my hips wrapped around my waist and elevated my body slightly before thrusting up into me. At this point, I couldnât even control the overwhelming amount of screams falling from my lips along with his name.
âThatâs right, kitten.â He managed to say through moans. âScream my name and forget every other name that exists. Iâm the only one that can fuck you like this.â
I felt that same flash of heat again, followed by another and another as he continued to thrust up into my g-spot, his cock rubbing so fucking deliciously against my tight walls that it made me want to cry. No crashing waves and no build up, this time a violent pleasure tore through me. A whiplash of ecstasy snapping at my clit and spreading everywhere. Dense streams of cum slithered down my legs and I noticed as it soaked him, dripping down his cock, covering his balls and pooling over his thighs.
His fingers changed its pace on my overly sensitive nub and I crashed again, falling deep into the abyss of euphoria. Each climax was unique and when the final one was drawn out of me, I actually cried â like literally. My tears rolled down my flushed cheeks. My lungs hurt at the lack of air. My throat was dry from screaming too much. My lips were raw from the insane amount of kissing and biting down on them. And every joint in my body ached.
When he noticed I couldnât handle anymore, Dylan pulled himself out and laid me down on the floor. I was completely out of breath and unable to move my body, but I still watched with hooded eyes as he crawled over me. Each of his knees settling beside my shoulders, his hands moving down to my head and grabbing my hair.
âDo you wanna taste daddyâs cum, kitten?â He teased and I immediately nodded. âIâm gonna need you to say it.â
âYes, daddy.â I spoke up, my hands holding onto the back of his knees. âFuck my mouth.â
Thatâs all the incentive he needed to shove his dick into my mouth and I gladly welcomed it back. Dylan used his hand on my head in synch with his thrusts to control how deep he wants to go. Because he was already so close to his edge from constantly feeling my cunt tighten around him, Dylan was already falling off of it in a matter of seconds. It only took a few thrusts and my mouth hollowing out as my tongue constantly licked his sensitive tip. Dylanâs hot release immediately shot out of his slit and landed on my palate, the delicious salty taste of his cum making me moan.
âGod, no one can give a blowjob like you, babygirl.â Dylan whispered huskily, laying back down on the floor beside me.
The sexual tension in the air eased down and was replaced with pure bliss, both of our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. All of a sudden, Dylan turned around and nudged his face amongst my shoulders. Goosebumps making its ways on my skin at the feeling of his hot breath against my neck as he wrapped a lazy arm around my waist.
âWhat'cha doing there, Dyl?â I asked curiously.
âBreathing in your neck because you always smell so good.â He shrugged.
âWell, Iâm just gonna pretend thatâs not a weird thing to say.â I chuckled and he laughed with me.
âSorry.â He smiled, placing a chaste kiss on my skin. âWould you rather I whisper things into your ear so you remember them when youâre not with me?â
âHmm, that would be nice.â I smiled before it turned into a grin. âBut, Iâd rather go eat that take out.â