Author: @stilinskiparker
Characters: Thomas(TMR) x Reader
Word Count: 1,208
Warnings: fluff
Requested: “I want our first kiss to be special with Thomas please???”
A/N: So, I got this request in last week, and I've finally gotten around to writing it (new baby and all, lol). ANYWAY, I hope whoever sent this in like it! As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
Life in the Glade was rough, I’m not gonna lie. Especially full of girls… and one boy. My best friends in the Glade were Sonya, Harriet, and Aris. Three years spent in the Glade until these guys in black uniforms stormed in and started saving us. Sonya and Harriet somehow managed to escape from those guys and met Vince and the Right Arm.
Aris and I, along with the rest of our Group, were taken to a WCKD facility. One by one, the girls of our Group were called to be taken to a safe haven of sorts… only to be “harvested” and made into Grievers. That’s when Aris met Thomas and started working on a plan to get us all out of the facility.
All of us; Thomas, Aris, Minho, Frypan, Winston, Newt, Teresa, and myself all managed to escape. It wasn’t easy. Aris came back to our room and woke me up, telling me that it was time to leave that nasty place. I was truly thankful. But we lost someone along the way; Winston, and he’ll always be missed.
Well, you know what happens next. We made our way through the Scorch, met Jorge and Brenda, who ended up becoming my best friend. Met up with the Right Arm where Aris and I were reunited with Sonya and Harriet… before Sonya, Aris and Minho ended up getting taken by Ava Paige, as well as being betrayed by Teresa, who got all of her memories back while being in WCKD’s care before we escaped.
We ended up saving Minho, while losing a couple of people along the way, and gaining a new person. Those three being Teresa, Gally… and Newt. Newt hit the hardest for all of us, but especially Thomas.
About two and a half years ago, Thomas started telling me all the things that those two would do together, and how on Thomas’ first night in the Glade, Newt gave him this alcohol stuff that Gally made… that he ended up spitting out of his mouth because the taste was awful. He also told me about how Newt made him a runner, and how in his letter to Thomas, Newt said he’d follow Thomas anywhere because of the fact that he ran into the Maze after Minho and Alby, a friend they lost in the Glade to the Grievers.
A few days after Thomas woke up in the Safe Haven, I saw him standing at the far end of the beach, staring out at the ocean. It was then that I developed my little crush on him, feeling it manifest over the course of two and a half years.
Now, here we are. Two and a half years later, and we’ve been together for about four of those months. We’re still in the honeymoon phase, but it’s been awesome. We just sort of fell into our relationship. I was there for him on the nights when he had nightmares about Newt and Teresa, as well as dreams about the Glade. His hammock was right next to mine, so when he would whimper at night because of those dreams, I’d always wake him up gently and say sweet words to him before he would place his hand on my arm and ask me to lay with him.
And I probably know what you’re probably thinking; have Thomas and I had our first kiss? And my answer to that would be… no.
It’s a couple weeks after Christmas and everyone is helping out by taking down all the homemade Christmas decorations we all pitched in to make. Of course, we got to keep the ones we made. We just had to remember where we put them for next year.
Oh, I forgot to mention that in the four months Thomas and I have been together for, he and Vince, along with Minho, Gally and Jorge, built a small hut for him and I to live in.
Okay. Back to now.
I noticed that Thomas was talking to Vince very animatedly. What it was, I couldn’t tell you, but it had me very intrigued.
“What do you think they’re talking about?” Sonya asked, startling me. She chuckled, “I’m sorry,” while putting her hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t do that ever again,” I said.
“You’ve said that before. Didn’t really work.”
Feeling someone walk up next to me, they asked, “What are they talking about?”
Shrugging, I said, “I don’t know, Hare. But it must be something very important.” I guess they shared a look because I heard them both lightly chuckle. I looked between them and said, “Care to share with the rest of the Glade? I mean, class.”
Walking by, Aris said, “They’re talking about you, Y/N/N.”
I followed him with my eyes as he walked away, something inside of me saying to follow him. “Hey, wait a second! You can’t just walk by spilling that kind of information and not give details.”
“Can’t. All the guys are sworn to secrecy. See ya later!”
What he said stopped me dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe that he would hold out on me! So, I did what any other girl would do. I went to Brenda.
“Bren!” I exclaimed, finding her reading in her hammock.
“Hey, Y/N/N,” she said, sitting up slightly. “What’s–”
“What’s Thomas planning? Aris said he was talking to Vince about me, and I need to know what he’s planning,” I interrupted.
I noticed her eyes go wide, but I didn’t think enough to stop my mouth from spilling the words that came out. “Because I always help him plan things, even if it’s for me. I mean, I even helped plan our first date because everyone knows I love walking on the beach and stargazing–”
“Y/N/N!” Brenda exclaimed.
Shutting my mouth, I sighed and closed my eyes. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Yes, he is,” Thomas said.
I turned around and faced him, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek before walking away, embarrassed that he just heard my ranting. I don’t know what happened next because I walked back to our hut, sitting on our bed and staring out at the water from the window.
I wasn’t sure how much time had passed before I felt the bed dip from Thomas sitting next to me. He didn’t say anything, just held out his hand for me to take, to which I did. Gently dragging me out of bed, Thomas took me to the door of our hut, turning me to face him.
“If you look up, I’ll show what I’ve been ‘planning’,” he said.
I did as I was told and looked up, seeing mistletoe hanging down. Smiling a little, I looked back at him. “You’re gonna kiss me under the mistletoe?”
Shrugging, he said, “I want our first kiss to be special.”
Leaning up on my toes and wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered, “Would’ve been special either way,” before putting my lips upon his. I savored the feeling of finally having his lips on mine.
When we pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other, I said the three words I’ve been waiting to say. “I love you.”
Summary: Dylan o’Brien/reader where their flirting over twitter and dylan says something kinda suggestive then they do an interview and it’s brought up, he calls her kitten
”We’ve been hearing that your co-star..” The interviewer gestures to Dylan who’s lounging next to you in the chair.
“Has a nickname for you on and off set. Is this true?”
“He gives everyone nicknames, you’ll have to be more specific.” You grin, trying you best not to look embarrassed.
“Oh come onnnnn you know what she means, right kitten?” Dylan’s grin is almost devilish and you roll your eyes hoping that your blush can be passed off as something else.
“Oh so it’s true then, I mean kitten, that sounds very flirty, just like all those tweets you both have been sending back and forth.” The reporter smiles and you tilt your head towards Dylan.
“Well you know him, he sees a pretty face and can’t help but drool, that’s what I said when he posted that picture of us on the set the first day right? Since you seem to be pulling it up right now.” You nod to the reporter and her face flushes a tiny bit, clearly embarrassed about being caught.
“That’s very rude, you know, wouldn’t you agree, kitten.” Dylan chuckles a little and you side eye him. The reporter calls for a break and as the cameras switch off you slump a little.
“Getting tired? Need a nap then?”
“We spent the last seven hours jumping back over timezones like they’re a jump rope, I could use a coma, not just a nap Dylan.” You laugh at your own comment and Dylan smiles, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.
“Careful, you know how much make-up I have on here so I don’t look dead?”
“None?” He offers and you scowl.
“So you’re saying I look dead?”
“No, I’m saying you look beautiful.” He smirks turning his attention back as the interviewer settles back in her chair.
”So we’ve been following both of you on twitter and..”
“Oh god.” Dylan laughs under his breath and you can tell he’s nervous, you had both wanted to keep your relationship hidden, you weren’t looking forward to people trying to drag both of your personal lives up.
“We saw that you two are, dare we say it, flirting…” The reporter wiggles her eyebrows.
“Is there a point here?” You comment, trying to keep your tone uninterested.
“Are you two dating?” You can see Dylan’s face and you offer a sly smile in response.
“Well since you’re our interview, and you’ve read all the tweets we’ve been sending, what do you think?” Dylan winks and you try your best not to laugh or smile, but fail when he looks back at you.
“Some of the tweets, in addition to the nickname you’ve given Y/N seem to spell out that you’re clearly together, look.” She offers you the tablet she’s reading off of, and you know the tweets will be edited to pop up on screen as you and Dylan read them.
“I see nothing that indicates we’re in a relationship with these..” Dylan smirks slyly and you nod.
“I mean don’t you joke around with your friends about getting married and moving in together, especially if we’re going to be part of this cast for so long. It’s just a funny joke between friends.”
“Oh so friends comment strings of heart emoji’s on each other’s pictures?” She smirks and you and Dylan laugh nodding.
“Of course, pretty much everyone does.”
“Alright I’ll give that to you but the other tweets, all that flirting…” You’re sure the interviewer is convinced she’s about to catch you out.
“Well you really want to know?” You lean forward and Dylan is clearly trying to not laugh.
“Well I’ll never tell.” You wink and the interviewer turns to Dylan who holds his hands up and shakes his head.
“I’m with my kitten on this, whatever she wants to say I’ll do.”
Summary: This is Y/n’s first non-indie movie, which is exciting. But she also get’s to work with the amazing Dylan O’Brien. He plays her love interest in the film. This causes some sexual tension between the two. Do they break down and let their feelings get to them, or do they pretend there is nothing going on?
Words: 7.8k
Notes: This is a fic I have been working on for four years. I was never able to find the perfect person for this fic but getting back into Dylan gave me the perfect person. Let me know if you want to see how these two act in interviews for their movie. Perhaps, she will even get a role for the new TW stuff.
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“Okay you two have great chemistry and I want to see it in the next scene. I need to see that passion that will have the audience believing you’re really in love. Which isn’t hard when you have such a beautiful costar like, Y/n. Right Dylan?” The director said to the two of you as you were setting up for the next scene.
Dylan laughed and pulled you close, “You’re right. She’s quite easy to get along with and our chemistry is just on fire. We’ll pull it off. Right Y/n?” He asked you sending you a look that had you melting to the floor.
“Oh yes we will.” You quickly agreed. How could you say anything else when you were really close to Dylan O’Brien? It was amazing that you were getting the chance to work with him and even more so that you were his love interest. So, it’s safe to say you had a huge crush on him that just seemed to grow each day that you worked with him.
To make matters worse, or better in some people’s eyes. Dylan and you were getting ready to do a hot sex scene for this film. You’d read over the script about a hundred times, memorizing each and every word on the pages. You still blushed when you thought about that fact that you would have to fake sex in front of a camera with Dylan O’Brien. You would be nearly naked in front of him. It would be a miracle if you didn’t pass out.
“Good, good. I know you two have read over the script a few times and you’re ready. Now I don’t expect it to be perfect on the first try, but I know you both will do good. Dylan, I want you to rush in the minute she opens the door and pull her into a kiss. Make it look very unexpected. Then you can push her into the wall and take it from there. Any nerves Y/n?” The director asked you.
You blushed and shook your head, “No, I’m fine. I’m ready.” Last night you barely slept because you couldn’t stop thinking about what was about to happen. God you were really going to be ravaged by Dylan on film. God something about that thought was a huge turn on.
“Don’t worry, I will take good care of you.” Dylan said before moving into place, and you blushed before moving into place as well. Your heart was beating so fast right now.
The director surveyed the two of you to make sure you were ready before taking his place behind the camera. Your mind was going a mile a minute right now. Oh gosh, you were essentially about to have sex on camera. Well except there would be no penetration or like actual pleasure.
“Action!” He yelled, and you snapped out of your mind.
Almost immediately Dylan knocked on the door in front of you. You took a deep breath before opening it. Dylan rushed in and pulled you into a kiss, a deeply passionate kiss. You acted surprised and essentially you were because who wouldn’t be surprise when Dylan O’Brien rushed in to kiss you, even if you knew it was going to happen.
You felt him walking you both backwards as you continued to kiss. The kiss was getting hotter and he bit your lip and caused you to open your mouth and let him in. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. He pushed you against the wall and leaned close.
“Fuck you’re so sexy.” Dylan whispered very softly so that the camera wouldn’t pick it up. You thought he was just really into the scene.
You moaned into his mouth and he lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist, making you even closer to him. You were surprised to feel a bulge forming. Was this actually turning him on? You know you were turned on.
Dylan separated from the kiss like the script had said and attached his lips to your neck, immediately sucking and biting various spots on your neck. It felt like he was trying to find your sensitive spot and it didn’t take him long until you moaned a genuine moan as he nibbled on the spot that had you writhing in his arms.
“Do you want to go further, baby?” Dylan asked separating from your neck. He was breathing hard and looked like he was trying to stay in control.
“Yes, oh yes.” You moaned making him smile. Dylan quickly moved the two of you away from the wall and the director yelled cut.
“Wow, great job guys. Dylan you really sold the part. My god Y/n, those moans sounded so real.” He went on smiling like a lunatic.
Well Mr. Director, those moans were real.
“Are you guys ready for the bed scene?” He questioned Dylan and you.
You were so nervous. In all the works you’d acted in, you’d never done an actual sex scene. Also, you’d never had such an attractive love interest that actually managed to turn you on. From day one of this movie, it felt like Dylan was teasing you. It felt like he knew that you had been crushing on him ever since you saw him first act.
“Can we have ten minutes to get comfortable?” Dylan asked before you could respond.
The director looked at you and then nodded, “Oh yes, that’s totally fine. Take your time.” He walked off leaving you alone with Dylan.
Dylan grabbed your hand and pulled you into the direction of his trailer. Once you both reached it, he shut the door behind you and motioned for you to sit down. For some reason, your nerves were going crazy. You felt like he was going to tell you he didn’t want to do the scene with you.
“I thought that we should talk before we went ahead and had fake sex in front of a camera. It’s your first time, right?” Dylan asked taking a seat beside you.
It sounded like he was asking if you were a virgin and that thought made you blush, “Oh yes, it is.” You said softly.
“It’s best if we talk through boundaries and get more comfortable around each other. I mean I’m extremely comfortable around you, but you’re usually so quiet when we aren’t shooting, so I don’t know how you are.”
Dylan was being so thoughtful, and it made you smile, “Thank you Dylan. I’m actually amazingly comfortable. I mean I have had two months to get used to this sex scene and I feel like I’m ready. Are you?”
“Oh babe, I’m always ready.” He sent a wink your way.
The room suddenly felt hotter and you wondered if he could feel it.
“Um alright. So, what are your boundaries?”
“Well I virtually have none, especially since the scene is so straightforward. I’m more worried about you since this will be your first time doing this on camera. We need to make it look convincing and after what you just did out there, I have no doubt you can do that. But please tell me where your boundaries lie.”
“Okay, well I don’t feel like there will be many to be honest. I want to make the scene look as real as possible and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to do that. I’ve already agreed to go shirtless on camera, so I think anything we do won’t be too shocking to me.”
Dylan nodded his head, “Alrighty then, do you trust me?”
“Of course, I do, you know the scenes well and are an amazing actor.”
He smiled, “Then will you allow me to lead you through the scene?”
Honestly, this proposition made you feel better about the scene, “You will do that for me?”
“Yes, I will. You’ve had sex before, right?”
You blushed a deep crimson when he asked that, “Oh yes I have.” But honestly the three encounters were nothing short of disappointing and not pleasurable for you at all.
“Great, then this won’t be hard at all. I will help you through the scene and it will be over before you know it.”
But you didn’t want it to go by too quickly. You loved that you would be able to spend a short amount of time experiencing just a fraction of what Dylan could offer in bed. You’d only fantasized it almost every night for the last two weeks.
“Okay, are we ready?” You questioned more than ready to do this.
“I believe we are. I’m going to take good care of you out on set.” Those words set the butterflies in motion. Dylan was too sweet to you.
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The two of you entered set and immediately gained the attention of the director, “You two ready for the scene?”
“We’re ready to go.” Dylan said staying close to you as they set up around you both.
“Great, I suppose the two of you know what is supposed to happen. Now I don’t want this to look like some porn video, I need to see genuine feelings. I chose the two of you because your past work has proven that you’re more than capable of giving me what I need.” The director spoke to the two of you and looked through his script. “Let’s do this. Places on set.”
Your nerves crashed back into you when you realized you were about to be half naked on set, in front of one of your favorite actors.
Dylan leaned into you, “Take a deep breath Y/n, everything will be alright.” You nodded and listened to his words before you were told to take your place on set, which would be in Dylan’s arms, leaning against the door frame in an intense make out session.
Dylan pulled you into his arms and pressed you into the door frame, “Remember, deep breath.” He whispered before the two of you got into position and he picked you up in his arms again. As soon as the director called action, the both of you got right back to kissing. It felt like you had continued where you both left off.
You both kissed for a long while until you got the cue to start moving to the bed. He set you at the edge of the bed while still kissing you. His hands had started to wander your body, feeling your soft curves that were hidden beneath the clothes you were wearing. His hand traveled under your shirt and he rested them on your bare skin, rubbing slow calming circles into your skin, all while still kissing you with a wild passion.
His hands then began to push your shirt up, revealing more of your skin. His hands on your bare skin sent shivers through your body. He pulled away and lifted the shirt over your head and threw it behind him. This was your cue to pull off his shirt as well, so you both continued to kiss as you pushed his shirt up and then pulled it over his head and threw it on the ground with yours.
Your body was on fire and you were so turned on at this point. Everything felt so real and you wanted it to be much more than just what the two of you were doing for the camera. You needed Dylan, but you had to pretend that you didn’t. This was surely going to be hell.
“Oh baby, you’re so hot.” Dylan said his line so perfectly, but you could hear the lust in his voice. The pure genuine lust, that you were sure you’d giving him.
“I need you.” You whined, sitting up and pulling him closer by his belt loops. He stood between your legs as you ran your hands up and down his smooth muscular chest. The feeling of his taut smooth skin beneath your hands, was enough to make you wet. You really did need him, but not on set. Preferably in private, where he could fuck you just the way you wanted it.
“It’s coming, baby.” He pushed you back on the bed and his hands founds the button to your jeans, which he quickly popped and unzipped the jeans. With slow and sensual movements, he moved the jeans down your legs. Kissing every bit of newly exposed skin as he pulled the fabric from your body. You had answered the door having bare feet, so he had no need to remove any shoes.
“You’re so ready for me.” He commented, looking up at you from his spot between your legs. His eyes traveled down to your panties and suddenly you were very aware of how wet you were. You were sure he could see the evidence in front of him, but you hoped to god no one else could see it.
“Stop teasing me.” Your voice came out a little more whiney than you had wanted it but that only made him smirk. He knew just how worked up he had made you.
“Okay baby girl.” Suddenly he started kissing up my legs, moving closer to your soaking wet heat. You hoped he wasn’t going to do what you thought he was going to do. He couldn’t do that on camera. He reached your upper thighs, and placed wet kisses on them, sending shivers through your body. Skipping over your soaked pussy, he was kissing your stomach, moving up your body at a snails pace.
“You’re teasing me, Tommy.” You said the line, keeping the moans from falling from your mouth. His lips on your skin was absolute heaven. You wanted to feel his lips everywhere and anywhere.
“I’m sorry Holly, I just love your body.” The lust was even more evident as he stopped beneath your breasts. Nerves flashed through your body as his hand traveled behind your back to unclasp the grey lacy bra you’d been given in wardrobe. He was about to see you half-naked. Everyone was about to see you half-naked.
“Cut.” The director yelled as his hands found the clasp. You heard him groan lowly in dissatisfaction and it make you giggle from beneath him.
“You two are doing amazing. I love it, I do but there’s something missing from this scene.” The director drawled as he entered the set.
You and Dylan looked at him, waiting for him to figure out what was missing. You honestly felt like everything is perfect and the evidence of that was coating your panties at this very moment. But you weren’t the director, so you couldn’t have the last word about it.
“Give me five minutes to mull it over and we will resume the scene.” He said walking away from you both.
Once again, a groan left Dylan’s mouth. “I was really getting into it.” He mumbled and once again you giggled. His eyes met yours and he raised his eyebrows at you. “You seemed to be getting quite into it as well, my sweet Y/n.” He was still leaning over you, with his face inches from your heaving bust.
“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You whispered, letting heat cover your cheeks.
“Oh, you don’t. So, you’re not soaking wet right now?” His words knocked you out of your reverie.
“Not at all.” You lied through my teeth.
“Sure.” Suddenly a hand started traveling down your body, not stopping until it reached the top of your panties. “So, if I put my hand down your panties, I won’t find that you’re soaked?”
Blush covered your cheeks. You never thought you’d hear those words from him.
“Don’t be shy, sweet girl. It’s perfectly normal.” Suddenly his strong hand moved below your panties, traveling the length of your slit and gathering some of the wetness there before he removed his fingers. A smirk graced his face as he pulled his fingers from your panties and examined them before popping them into his mouth and sucking the juices from his fingers.
“Oh, baby girl. You’re wetter than I thought, and you taste absolutely delicious.” If you weren’t already gushing your panties, you were now.
“Alright, let’s get back into position.” The director came back to set and saw you both in the same position. “Oh perfect, the two of you are ready. Let’s just pick up from where we left off.” He stated, going behind the camera once again.
“Action!” He yelled, and you two were right back into the scene.
Dylan was back to kissing his way up to your chest and reaching behind you again, to remove the bra. He was quick to remove it this time, wanting to move on with the scene. A growl left his lips as he removed the bra to reveal your perky breasts. You honestly couldn’t tell if that growl was a part of his character or real, but it sure had you going.
“So perfect.” He whispered while taking one of your breasts into his hand, cupping it in his large hand. You moaned at the feeling, biting your lip, and throwing your head back. Especially when he started squeezing it while the length of his body rubbed on you.
This was your cue to push him up and throw him on his back, while you straddle him. It all happened in a matter of seconds and Dylan was on his back, staring up at you with those handsome amber eyes of his. You straddled his waist proudly, grinding yourself down onto him as his hands gripped your waist.
“I need you now, Tommy. Let’s stop wasting time.” You ground, moving down, and unbuckling his jeans. His shoes had been removed somewhere in the mix of us making it to the bed. You quickly pulled the jeans from his legs, which was surprisingly easy. Dylan laid in the bed, in only his blue briefs, which weren’t doing much to hide what he had to offer.
“Cut!” The director said as you climbed back onto his waist. “Okay, now we’re going to cut scenes to the main event. We’re going to conceal the fact that you still have clothes on with that sheet. Get into position.” He explained to us.
Dylan helped you from the bed and pulled the sheet down and laid back down on the bed. You positioned yourself on him once again, while some of the set help came to position the sheet to cover your lower halves, to serve the illusion you two were really having sex.
“Perfect. Everyone back into position. Also, I want some more moans, maybe a little hair pulling.” He explained before yelling action once again.
This time, when the camera started rolling, you were wrapped in his arms and you both were locked in a passionate kiss. Now you were supposed to “ride” him, but really just move your hips to drive the illusion further.
Dylan kissed you with more passion than the previous kisses you two had shared and rolled his hips up, sending them colliding with yours and causing his bulge to rub up again your soaking heat. You moaned out loud and gripped his arms as the kiss continued. His hips continued thrusting up, causing him to rub even more. The moans falling from your mouth were real at this point.
“Fuck baby, I love when you moan like that.” His deep voice only served to further your current lust for him. You pressed yourself down onto him, meeting his thrusts and rubbing your swollen clit against his bulge.
Suddenly you were on your back and Dylan was above you. “Tommy, keep it up.” You moaned into his ear, losing your breath as his bulge bumped your heat again and again. You could feel the juices flowing from you and you hoped you would be able to hide that fact once the scene was done.
All thoughts were on Dylan and how he was actually pleasuring you, while the two of you were on camera. Your fingernails embedded themselves into his back, just like the script read but this was a completely real reaction from you. Your head was thrown back in pleasure and his lips attacked your neck as the thrusts continued. You two were dry humping, he had to be getting pleasure out of this. There’s no way he wasn’t.
“You feel so good, baby girl.” He moaned into your ear and you could hear just how much this had affected him as well. You pressed yourself into him a little harder, feeling a distinct jerk from his clothed cock. His poor cock was so aroused with nowhere to go. You so desperately wanted to free it from its prison and slip the lengthy member into your soaking pussy.
You moaned loudly as he hit a particularly good spot that had your panties completely soaked through and through. There was no doubt, the evidence would be there when you both finished. His movements increased, bringing even more pleasure to your little clit, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist and moan even more than before. You were on a trip to heaven and he knew this. He knew you were only seconds from orgasming, and he was willing to take it that far.
To delay an orgasm, you pulled your hips away from his, but his arm wrapped around your body and pulled you against his body again, continuing the tortuous thrusting that was taking place at the moment. He was trying to make you cum in front of all these people, what a sneaky man.
“Cum for me, Holly. I know how close you are.” You swear he wanted to say Y/n, you could just tell but he had managed to save himself. You let out a scream as an intense orgasm overtook your body, absolutely soaking his boxers in the process. Even as the orgasm hit, he continued his torture for the camera. Following the script closely. He was going to make this good for the audience.
The two of you finally slowed down the thrusting and you both dropped down to the bed. His arms were still wrapped around you and his crotch was flush with your soaked pussy. A cheeky smirk graced his face as he took your face in his hands and kissed your swollen lips.
“Oh Holly, I love you so much.” The words that were meant for your character, sent your heart into a frenzy.
“I love you.” You answered back before cuddling up into his chest as he pulled the sheet up over your bodies. The little movement caused more juice to gush from you. You were in a state of shock about the fact you’d actually came on set with Dylan O’Brien. Your sexy as fuck co-star just dry humped you to an orgasm in a room full of people.
“Cut!” The director yelled. You both opened our eyes to see a huge smile upon his face. “That was perfect! You two really killed that scene. We’re done for the day. Thanks for the killer acting you two.” Acting was definitely not something that happened just then, but you just nodded. “We’ll see you Monday, take the weekend off you two.” He said before leaving Dylan and you, half naked on set.
“Well my sweet Y/n. That sure was some great acting. I can sure feel the evidence of that.” He whispered glance down at his covered boxers.
Of course, you were blushing again.
He wrapped an arm around you from the side and pulled you close. “No need to be embarrassed, baby. That was the sexiest thing ever. I fucking loved it and I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Maybe this time we can do it for real?”
You didn’t know how to reply but both your set assistants saved us by bringing thick blue robes over for you two to cover up in. “Thank you, Millie.” You said wrapping the soft fabric around your exposed body. You quickly excused yourself from set and retreated back to your trailer. Your body was so worked up at this point and you desperately needed a shower to clean up from that intense orgasm Dylan had given you.
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After that hot scene, you needed a shower to clean up the evidence of that orgasm Dylan had given you without even trying. It was crazy that you even allowed for that to happen. You never let your guard down like that but somehow, Dylan made you bring the walls down to feel like that on set, in front of a bunch of people.
You retreated back to your trailer and hopped into the shower, to wash away the sweat that had formed while you faked sex for the big screen. The shower felt nice and it definitely relaxed you even more. You were sure the only person who knew you’d come on set, was Dylan. It was his goal to make me come, you were sure of it. You’d attempted to pull away from his hips, but he had pulled you back, knowing you were seconds from a huge orgasm. He was a sneaky guy.
Once you finished in the shower, you exited the bathroom and put the robe back around your body once you’d dried off sufficiently. A knock at the door was heard as you entered the main area of the trailer. You assumed it was your agent or someone from set, but you were wrong. Dylan O’Brien was waiting behind the door, fully dressed as opposed to the last time you’d seen him. He let himself into the trailer without an invitation. You shut the door and turned towards him.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as he took a seat on your couch. His eyes roamed up and down your body, and an appreciative smirk graced his face, which caused you to blush.
“I was hoping you would agree to go out for a drink with me, to celebrate a good day of shooting.” His voice was as sexy as ever and his eyes didn’t leave your body.
“Oh sure, I just need to get dressed.”
“Who said you needed clothes.” Dylan was being cheeky, and he knew that.
“I would prefer not to go in public naked.”
“You were half naked just now, out on set.”
“That was different.” You were about to go into the back to get clothes when he caught your hand and pulled you between his legs.
“You know, your body is sexy, right? I think men aren’t going to be able to control themselves when they see it on the big screen.” His hands moved to your hips and he pulled you close, resting his head on your stomach.
“They’re only going to see my breasts.” You countered, not wanting to really hear about what men would do once they saw your body. You’d never been really confident in what you had, and it took a lot to get yourself to agree to do it for this movie.
He chuckled and nuzzled his face into the fabric of the robe you were wearing. “I could barely control myself out there. You felt how you make me feel.”
You tried to step back, but he held you in place. “You probably do that with every sex scene you do.” You hadn’t wanted to think about his past movies and the past women he’s had to shoot with, but that thought was always in the back of your mind.
“I don’t. My co-stars don’t really measure up to you. They never made me feel the way you make me feel, Y/n.” You tried to detect any lies, but you couldn’t really tell. You wanted to believe him, but he was a well-known actor and you didn’t think he could really feel something for you. A newcomer actress who’d only ever acted in Indie movies so far.
“That can’t be true.” Once again, you tried to pull away only to be pulled back.
“It’s true. The chemistry we feel, it’s new to me. I’ve never fit well with any other actresses I have acted with. It’s easy with you and I feel like I don’t have to fake the feelings like I had done in the past.” His words were genuine.
“Dylan, how could you feel that for me. I’m nothing special and I’m still new to Hollywood.”
“Y/n, you’re gorgeous and absolutely perfect in my eyes. I’ve never seen any flaws in what you do and if there is, you hide them well. You act with this elegance that inspires me. You have brought me back to the feelings I had when I first began acting. With you, everything is great.”
“Wow, Dylan. I had no idea you felt this way. You know I have admired you since you began acting. Seeing you on the big screen inspired me to jump into it and actually audition for something. I never thought I would ever have the chance to act beside you in a movie and yet here I am. Everyday here on set, has been amazing and a dream.”
“So, does that mean you have feelings for me?” He questioned as his golden amber eyes stared up into yours.
“Well of course it does.” You admitted when he pulled you into his lap and kissed your lips with this unwavering passion that you’d felt pieces of when you’d been on set. His lips on yours felt like heaven on earth or they had transported you there, either way, his lips were amazing. You gave into the kiss and returned the passion he was giving you. You wanted him to know you felt the same way.
His arms wrapped around your waist, joining behind your back, and pulling you closer. Somehow, you had wound your legs around his waist, forgetting completely that all you had on was a robe. It was the last thing on your mind as the kiss consumed you completely. You honestly felt like this was something you’ve never experience before, and you loved every second of it. His lips were becoming dominate and you accepted it and loved it because you wanted more, no you needed more. You needed to feel all of what he was feeling for you and you could definitely feel that through the kiss.
“Your lips are so soft.” He mumbled as you two parted for a brief moment. You took initiative and pulled him back into the kiss. The craving has reigned you in as you bit his lip. He hadn’t expected it, but he loved it because he smirked into the kiss.
Your arms were wound around his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. You felt like you needed to get even closer to him and he felt it as well, because his grip on you had only grown tighter but not uncomfortably so. It was nice to be wrapped up in his arms like this, no one had really made you feel the way he did. He brought out intense feelings from you.
This time, he bit your lip and you opened your mouth in a gasp, surprised at the move. He took the chance to join your tongues in a blissful move. You savored the feelings and tastes you received from him. He tasted like spearmint gum and a hint of coffee from the morning you suppose. It was an overall pleasant taste.
You needed more, so you started to grind yourself down onto him as the kiss continued to overtake the two of you. It was then that you were reminded you were only wearing a robe, because your naked heat is what came into contact with the bulge that was covered in jeans. A whimper left your mouth as the pleasure shot through your body, which was still sensitive from the scene on set.
He pulled away from the kiss. “You forgot you were naked, didn’t you?” He asked with a sexy grin gracing his handsome face.
“Yes, because you came in here and started ravaging me with kisses and I forgot what I had been doing before you came.” You admitted as his hips jerked up into yours, the fabric of the jeans, colliding with your uncovered clit. You cried out in surprise. “You’re not making this easier for me.”
“I don’t want to, baby. I want you. I actually want to feel what it would be like to be inside you. That was pure torture on set. I was seconds away from pulling our underwear off and thrusting into you, I didn’t care who was there on set with us.”
“Oh, I was seconds away from doing the same thing, but I think that would have made our movie into a porn and the director didn’t want that.”
His teeth nibbled on your neck, making you moan out loud. “Well he’s not here right now.”
“Do you want to go further?” Once again, he thrust up, and you were soaking at the torture.
“Yes, I do. Do you want to?” His lips were now covering your neck with small little fluttering kisses that made you feel good.
“I do.” You confirmed, knowing that this was something you wanted.
Without another word, Dylan found the ties to your robe and quickly untied them. The robe fell open, revealing your completely naked body to him. His hands wasted no time in touching and stroking the newly exposed skin. One of his hands wrapped around one of your breasts, he kneaded it making you moan out.
“You like that.” He looked up into your eyes. His whiskey eyes were now fully clouded with lust as he played with you. “I bet you would like it if I touched your wet pussy?” He said. His free hand traveled down your stomach, moving at an achingly slow pace down to your pulsing sex. Finally, after ages, his fingers found your aroused clit. It moved lower to feel the wetness that was coming from your pussy. “Baby girl is so wet for me.”
The way he said that, made you moan out. He smirked at the sound, happy with himself for making you moan at the smallest touch.
“Yes, that’s right baby. I want to hear how good I make you feel.” His wet fingers moved back to your clit, rubbing tortuous circles on the little hard button of nerves.
You bit your lip which he didn’t like. Dylan’s hand left your breast and pulled your lip from your teeth. “No, we’re not going to hold back.”
He was wearing too much clothing. “You’re way too dressed.” His fingers were still rubbing your clit, but you moved to pull his shirt off. He had to remove his fingers while you did this but he quickly replaced them, making you whimper at the touch.
“I love how sensitive I have made you.” The grin on his face was so sexy. You moaned and threw your head back with pleasure. “I need to taste you.”
Dylan removed his fingers and stood up. He kicked off his shoes before taking your hand and leading you back to the bed. As he walked, he unbuttoned his pants. In the bedroom, he pushed you back on the bed. Then he removed his pants and this huge bulge was suddenly on display. It was mouthwateringly sexy.
“What was it that you were saying? You wanted to taste me.” You spread your legs, revealing your swollen and aroused pussy. Your fingers stroked through your folds, teasing both yourself and Dylan.
He growled and fell to his knees. Grabbing a hold of your legs, he yanked you to the edge of the bed. Then he spread your legs before diving into your soaked heat.
His tongue went right for your clit, circling it the way his fingers had. His hands gripped your thighs as he focused on your hard-little clit. Two fingers pushed into your entrance, filling you up. You moaned as he expertly pleasured you.
“Oh fuck, just like that.” It was hard not to want to just completely lose it when the hottest guy ever was going down on you. It was a dream come true.
He hummed against your clit, sending another jolt of pleasure through your body. You buried your hands into his dark hair as he sucked your clit into his perfect mouth. This made your hips buck up for attention.
Dylan pulled away and looked up at you. “How close are you, baby girl?” He questioned before diving back in.
“So close. Keep going, Dyl. I want to come.” You let out a loud moan as he quickened the pace of his fingers that were pumping in and out of you.
He focused all his attention on the buzzing bundle of nerves, knowing that would bring you to your much-desired end.
As your orgasm hit you head on, the blinding pleasure took over your body. You screamed out his name as he continued his torture on your sensitive pussy. He looked extremely pleased with what he’d done. Dylan cleaned up your juices before lifting his face from your pussy. He was covered in your essence.
“That was so fucking hot.” Dylan moved up the bed, so he was hovering over you and pulled you into a sexy kiss. “You taste amazing.” He moaned against your lips.
As you came down from your orgasm, he rubbed his hard cock against your sex. His cock was still covered, but you were dying to take off the last remaining clothing that separated the two of you.
“I need more, Dylan.” You whispered as his bulge thrust against you.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Dylan was totally turning you on with the slight Dom tone he’d taken on.
“You know what I want, Dyl.” Your hand traveled down his body grip his hardened cock. He groaned and grabbed both your hands, pinning them above your head.
“You have to be more specific for me, sweetheart.” He was purposely teasing you now.
You bit your lip before letting out a long moan. “I need you to fuck me, Dylan. Fuck me and show me how much I turn you on.”
The smirk on his face told you that was what he’d wanted. “Good. I can’t wait to fuck this beautiful little pussy. It’s already so wet and willing again.” He moved off you and went to his pants, pulling out a condom.
You sat up and watched Dylan push his briefs from his hips. Then he rolled on the condom. He was deliberately slow and taking his time. He was watching you closely. Once he’d put it on, he made his way back to you.
“Well baby, I think I want to see you ride my cock right now.” He pulled you up and took a seat on the bed. You wasted no time placing his ready cock at your entrance. Once he felt you, he pushed forward, burying himself in your wet walls.
He filled you up in a way that had you losing your mind. His cock was something you could easily get addicted to.
Dylan started moving inside you, which made you start to move on top of him. You swirled your hips as you rode his cock. This was actually a first for you. Your previous encounters never really grew out of the boring missionary. They clearly knew nothing of the pleasure that came with having someone ride your cock.
His hands found your hips as you continued your movements on top of him. He was moaning out loud now, which told you he liked what you were doing.
You pushed him back, so he was laying down and started to ride him harder than before. The feel of his thick cock filling you up, was pure bliss. It had your next orgasm building up quickly. Dylan’s hands reached up to cup your breasts, playing with them as you continued your work.
There was a certain power that came with watching a man fall apart under you. Knowing you were the one who was pleasuring him to the point where he couldn’t contain his moans. You loved it. Most guys weren’t keen about letting the woman take control. Dylan didn’t seem to worried at all about this, it seemed he loved you taking control.
Your second orgasm hit, and you could no longer keep control on top of him. He saw this and took the opportunity to flip you under him. His cock was still inside your pulsing walls, but he was allowing your orgasm to pass before he started on you again.
As soon as you’d calmed down, he started his assault again and began pumping in and out of you. His hands were gripping your waist as he did this. The feeling of your still pulsing walls, on his cock, was heaven and he’d been wanting this since the first moment he met you for this movie. He’d felt the amazing chemistry that led to this connection the two of you shared.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to dive in deeper inside of you. He captured your lips in a hot kiss. It was safe to say the two of you were lost in each other. Just being wrapped up in him was amazingly perfect. You loved it.
“Fuck, Dylan.” You whimpered as his cock brushed past your g-spot. Your third orgasm was building, but you wanted him to cum before you. He needed to. “Cum for me, Dyl. I want to feel you explode inside of me.” You whispered this into his ear, feeling his cock twitch at those words.
“Yes! You feel so fucking good around me.” He moaned as he let go. He came into the condom, but you still felt him explode while he was inside you and it was sexy. It triggered your third orgasm too, making you moan his name out loud. He loved hearing you say his name in the moment of intense pleasure. The look on your face just turned him.
As soon as the orgasms were over, Dylan gingerly set you back on the bed. You hadn’t even noticed how wrapped up the two of you had become. He slid out of you and dropped down onto the bed beside you. After a couple minutes, he got up to dispose of the condom before returning back to you.
Dylan pulled you close as he laid down again. He smiled down at you; happy he’d finally made a move on the woman who’s been plaguing his mind.
“That was amazing.” You said as you snuggled up beside him. Dylan cuddled up next to you happily.
“I can agree. I’ve been thinking about doing that since we met.” He confessed.
You looked up at him. “Wait, really?” This was unreal. Having admired him since his early Teen Wolf days, you never imagined you would be in this position.
“Yes. I just knew there was something between us. I love that it took a hot fake sex scene for us to get here. That’s a story to tell our kids.” He was clearly joking but just hearing him say that, set off butterflies.
This made you giggle. “We already have kids, huh?” You could joke too.
“Yeah, our two daughters and son.” He had good humor. It was nice that it wasn’t awkward between you two after sex.
“I remember now. How could I forget my own children.” This made him chuckle.
“Y/n, will you go out with me?” He asked with hope in his eyes.
“I will. Because I have liked you forever now, like way before I started acting.” You admitted.
“Oh really? So I take it you are a Teen Wolf fan?”
“I am.”
“Then you’re going to love my next endeavor. Jeff decided he wanted to bring us back for a surprise season, because the fans have begged for years.” This news was amazing. He was also clearly happy to return for the show.
“This I love. Will it be on MTV?”
“No, he signed a contract with Amazon Prime.”
“Even better.”
Dylan loved how excited you were about this. “Hey, they are holding casting calls for the show. You should audition.”
This was a dream. Teen Wolf had been the show that interested you in acting while you were in college. If you had a chance to be in the show, past you would die.
“Oh really? Adding characters?”
“I don’t know the whole premise of the season, but I do know he wants to bring on some new characters. I think you would fit in perfectly with the show.”
Dylan sure knew how to charm you.
“You’re only saying that because we just had sex.” You nudged him.
“I would never.” He pulled off a cute shocked face.
Being around him was easy. You were glad that sleeping together hadn’t changed the dynamic between you too. If anything it felt better.
“I know you well enough, Mr. O’Brien.”
“Can’t argue with that.”
The two of you were growing tired. So you asked him to stay the night, to which he said he was already planning on it. You drifted off as you made plans for your date.
**
Dylan and you had spent the weekend together. Monday morning, you both returned to set with this glow to you. Both of you were extremely satisfied with the way things were working out.
“Dylan and Y/n, just the people I wanted to see. Come to the office.” You both had walked in together.
Once in the office, the director expressed how happy he was with the scene you’d shot last week. In fact, everyone loved it so much that they decided to add another scene.
“So they wrote a whole new scene for us?” Dylan asked as the director finished.
“That’s right. Your chemistry is so good, that they really wanted more. Are you okay with that?” He looked between the two of you.
“Oh yes, we can do it.” You said as Dylan squeezed your thigh in a teasing matter.
He clapped his hands together. “Great, we will send you the new scene when it’s ready. Now let’s resume filming.” Director got up and headed for the door.
You stood up to follow, Dylan was right behind you. “Looks like we get to have more fake sex. Can you handle it?”
“Now that I’ve had the real thing, I know I can.” You loved the teasing. Dylan quickly kissed you before you entered set. This was definitely an interesting movie.
Summary: In her drunken state, the reader thinks that Dylan isn’t a real cop and hits on him.
Pairing: Cop!Dylan x Reader
Prompt: “What’s your name, inmate?”
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Sauntering down Tremont Street in downtown Boston, your only focus is the click clacking of your high heels hitting the pavement. You’re barely aware of the lingering eyes as they fixate on your sexy inmate costume.
The hardcore pregaming at your best friend’s place majorly attributes to your aloofness. It’s also the reason why you’re venturing out late to acquire more booze on Halloween night.
Gallivanting around by yourself is admittedly not the best idea, especially with the alcohol coursing through your bloodstream. Meh. If it comes down to it, you can always resort to stabbing someone with your pretty five inch heels.
Once you enter the liquor store, you’re immediately drawn to a tall man who’s looking beyond delicious in a cop costume. He’s perusing the snack section, completely oblivious about the effect he has on you already.
The liquid courage in your system lets you stroll over to him without a second thought, “Well hello there.” Your eyes flick down to his shiny gold name tag. “Officer O’Brien.”
“Wow.” He breathes out as his brown eyes drink you in. “Hello yourself.”
“Nice costume. It looks very authentic.” You lean in closer to him. “Your handcuffs definitely look more fun than mine.”
“Well everything is real so…” Dylan trails off, expecting your flirty demeanor towards him to falter out. Although it doesn’t, his answer makes you seductively bite your bottom lip instead.
“Even better.” You wink causing his heart to speed up.
“What’s your name, inmate?” He gruffly demands, even though there’s no hint of threat behind it.
“Y/N.” You answer cheerfully and it makes him chuckle. “You?”
“Dylan.” He gestures at the orange fabric clinging to your body. “So you got pinched huh? What for?”
“Indecent exposure.” You innocently reveal through your long fake lashes.
“Shit.” Dylan whispers as he purposely breaks eye contact with you. He starts begging his overstimulated mind to get its shit together. He’s still on the job after all.
“How did you get here, miss? I hope you didn’t drive.” He inquires because of the obvious state that you’re in.
“I walked. My friend’s apartment is just down the street.”
“By yourself?”
“Yes, sir.” You roll your eyes. “She was taking too long to get ready so I just left without her.”
“Ah. I’m guessing you guys are having a Halloween party?” He smirks at you.
“Going to one actually. Wanna come? It’ll be a good time.” You inch closer to him, now able to breathe in his intoxicating smell.
“I…well…” Dylan clears his throat. “I don’t get off until midnight.”
“I bet we can make it happen much sooner than that, officer.” You giggle softly, enjoying the impact that your words are having on him.
“Fuck, woman. You’re killing me.” Dylan’s eyes automatically widen, he truly can’t believe what just fell out of his mouth.
“Well we can’t have that.” You tease him, now continuing on towards the vodka aisle.
Dylan watches in amazement, hypnotized by the swing in your hips and the curves of your ass. Luckily he snaps out of his trance, just in time to see that you’re now paying at the register. Not wanting to say goodbye just yet, he races in the direction of the exit and then anxiously waits outside for you.
You soon emerge from the liquor store with two bottles of Absolut Vodka and you’re met with a charming smile. Cocking your head, you silently wonder why the handsome police officer is still standing there.
“I should probably walk back with you, Y/N. Better safe than sorry.”
“You don’t ha…”
“I insist.”
You can’t help but laugh, “Well then let’s go, O’Brien.”
You and Dylan both move slow, deliberately wanting to make this time together last. The fresh cool air has cleared your head a bit, you’re by no means sober but at least you’re functioning better. The walk is filled with jokes and laughter, there’s definitely a chemistry here beyond physical attraction.
Dylan tries to hide his disappoint when it’s time for you both to part ways. You weren’t kidding about your friend living close by and now he doesn’t want to leave. Drunk or not, you both really hit it off and he wants nothing more than to learn everything he can about you.
“So the party’s actually inside.” You mention casually, glancing up at your friend’s building. “Another friend who lives here is throwing it.”
“I can swing by after work.” Dylan rushes out adorably. “I mean…if that’s cool.”
“Definitely.” Your entire face lights up making his do the same, everything about you is just infectious.
You willingly hand over your phone number and he promises to call when he can, surprisingly you both act a little shy during the interaction. After a sweet peck on his warm cheek, you then climb the apartment steps and unlock the front door.
“See you soon, officer.” You grin slyly before slipping inside, then break out into a happy dance once you’re out of sight.
“Yes you will, inmate.” Dylan chuckles to himself.
A/N: I freaking loved writing this chapter, it’s so damn cute. This is basically just a huge fluff chapter, but don’t worry, it’ll be pure smut next chapter ;-) I’m loving where the story is going. Please let me know what you guys think! Thanks for reading babes!
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Word Count: 4,352
Warnings: Cussing
Summary: Y/N is back home, preparing for her move to Cali. She tries to keep herself busy, so her mind doesn’t wander to how much she misses Dylan.
Previous Chapter: Part 7
Next Chapter: Part 9
You trudged up the steps of your apartment building, jet lag consuming you. Not only did you have a layover, but your connecting flight was delayed, making your two hour layover turn into a five hour one. You were supposed to have arrived home around 3am, but here you were trekking through your apartment building in the mid-morning, the sun already shinning brightly in the sky. While exhaustion was weighing heavy on you, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Dylan and the moment you two shared before you walked into LAX. You hated that you’d be separated for so long, but the new level you two had reached gave you confidence that you’d be able to start right where you left off.
You fumbled with your keys before finally unlocking the door to your two bedroom apartment, one which you shared with your best friend, Sammy. As excited as you were to see her and fill her in on your life changing week in LA, you were thankful that she was at work and you’d have the apartment to yourself for the next few hours, giving you time to sleep off the awful jet lag you were enduring.
As you stepped into the kitchen, the first thing you saw was a beautiful bouquet of flowers in an eloquent vase, situated in the middle of the breakfast bar. A smile instantly covered your face as you rushed over to read the card that was attached, even though you already had a pretty good idea who sent them.
I miss your cute ass already,
can you come back to LA yet?
-Dylan
“That smooth fucker.” you said aloud, overcome by his sweet gesture, a smile now permanently spread across your face. You wondered how they ended up in the apartment, but you figured Sammy must’ve been home when they were delivered. If this was any indication of how the next month apart was going to be, then you knew you had nothing to worry about. You realized in that moment that you had yet to let him know that you made it home, so you pulled out your phone to type him a quick text with a picture of the flowers attached.
Y/N: “What am I going to do with you? I’m so not worthy!!”
Dylan O’Brien: “Don’t even start with me, babe. You’re worthy of so much more than just a vase of flowers. Glad you made it home safely.”
You were thankful that you were alone at the moment, because you couldn’t help the blush that now covered your cheeks and the smile that you couldn’t wipe off your face.
Y/N: “You never fail to surprise me, O’Brien 😘 Also, how the hell did you get my address?”
Dylan O’Brien: “I have my ways, Y/N, don’t worry about it 😉 Now go sleep, you’ve been up for almost 24 hours. Text me later!”
You shook your head and chuckled at his response. You had absolutely no idea how he could’ve gotten your address, but you were thankful he went out of his way to figure it out, even if it could be considered creepy by some. Truthfully, if it had been anyone else you would be absolutely be disturbed, but once again, you were being swept up by the wonderfulness that was Dylan O’Brien— and you loved every second of it.
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After unpacking and resting for a few hours, you were now on your way to meet Sammy for dinner at one of your favorite restaurants. You were so excited to finally see her after what felt like ages, and you were even more excited to finally tell someone about your time spent with Dylan. When you walked in the doors of the restaurant, you saw your best friend perched up on one the barstools, her blonde hair in loose curls with one leg crossed over the other. She was stirring her drink nonchalantly while watching whatever was on the TV above the bar, not realizing you had arrived.
You walked up behind her and stood with your arms crossed, “Whats up, bitch?” you said with a smirk.
She whipped herself around in the barstool instantly, “OH MY GOD, HI!!” she exclaimed while jumping down to envelope you in a hug.
“Hi! I’ve missed you so much!” you said sweetly as you both pulled away and climbed into two seats at the bar.
“How was your flight home, did everything go okay? I thought you were supposed to be home by the time I left for work this morning? Did you miss your flight because you and Dylan were having hot, steamy sex?” she asked jokingly while you were getting the bartenders attention to order a drink.
“Oh my god, No!” you said with a roll of your eyes and a small laugh.
“My connecting flight got delayed in Denver, so I had like a five hour layover.” you added with a groan.
“That sucks, dude. I’m glad you made it back safely though.” she said warmly.
“Now, onto more important things. Tell. Me. Everything. I want every single sexy detail about your time spent with Dylan O’Brien’s fine ass.” she demanded before finishing the contents of her drink.
After finishing up about 3 glasses of wine and your dinner, you had finally filled Sammy in on everything that had happened during your time away. Now you were mentally preparing yourself to answer all the questions she was bound to have with all this new information.
“Holy fuck, dude? I don’t even know where to start.” she said with a half-serious face.
“Well, you can ask me anythi-” you started, but were interrupted.
“Does he have a big dick? I feel like he has to.” she asked casually, catching you completely off-guard.
“Sammy! Oh my god, I-uhh-what?!” you exclaimed back to her, obviously you hadn’t prepared yourself for that question.
“I’m gonna guess he does based on the insane amount of blush that is now covering your face.” she said with smirk before taking a sip of her drink.
“You’re ridiculous.” was all you could manage to reply with. You shouldn’t have been surprised that she brought that question up, you knew damn well that you’d ask her the same thing.
“Okay, but on a serious note, do you like him? Like despite the fact that he’s this huge movie star whose fucking insanely gorgeous and famous, do you want it to become something more? Something serious?” she asked in a clear tone.
You were quiet for a second while you tried to collect your thoughts. You couldn’t help the smile that overtook you when you thought about Dylan and the way things left off between the two of you.
“I really like him, Sam. And at first I was afraid he only wanted it to be a fling, but we had such a good time together this week and we had this awesome talk like right before I left and, basically, I think we’re going to try and make it become something more.” you said softly, loving the fact that you were able to speak all these feelings aloud.
“Y/N, I’m so happy for you. It’s about damn time you found someone who treats you right, especially someone like him.” she said with a warm smile.
“Thanks, Sammy. He makes me so happy. He even sent me a huge bouquet of flowers, but I’m gonna guess you were the one who answered the door when they were delivered?” you said casually.
“Uhm-I-Uh, yeah-I- they delivered them this morning!” was all she said in response. You felt like there was something she wasn’t telling you, but you decided to let it go.
“Well thanks for taking them for me. It definitely made the god-awful trip home worth it when I saw them.” you admitted softly. In that moment, your mind flashed to Dylan. You wondered what he was doing in that moment. You figured this is how most of your thoughts were going to go over the next month; centered around him. You didn’t mind, though. You’d much rather think about him and what he was doing than the physical distance that was between you both.
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You didn’t realize all things that you had to get done before you moved across the country. You thought that physically moving all your stuff to California would be the hard part, but once you realized all the loose ends you had to tie up at home, you were somewhat thankful that you’d have a month get it all done.
A few days after you returned home you found out that you landed the condo that just so happened to be on the same side of town as Dylan’s house. Score. You were elated to know that in a few short weeks you’d be living within minutes of him, which sure as hell beat the 6 hour flight that currently separated you.
Now that you knew where you were living, you could begin to the long process of ordering furniture and sorting out your current belongings to ship out there. You knew it was going to take you forever to go through everything and sort what was going with you and what could be given away, so you decided to do a little bit each day instead of procrastinating like you normally would.
You kept yourself pretty busy for a majority of the week after you returned home. Along with packing and getting ready for your move, you were able to spend time with Sammy, your other friends, and your family. You decided to keep the details of the new man in your life to a minimum. The last thing you wanted was to get everyone all excited because you were “dating” a movie star, especially when you weren’t sure how it was all going to play out. You were glad that you were keeping yourself busy, because you knew if you were just sitting at home, you’d drive yourself crazy thinking about Dylan.
You had been in constant contact with Dylan since you left him at LAX. You texted everyday and talked on the phone almost every night. You normally weren’t the type of person to need this constant communication, but it came easily with Dylan. You never felt like you needed to text him, but you found yourself wanting to, especially when the conversation came so easy with him. Your heart never failed to skip a beat when his name came up on your phone. and a smile seemed to be permanently etched on your face anytime you would hear his alluring voice come through your cell. It was no mystery that you both immensely missed each other, but this first week apart had gone by so fast, you were both hopeful that the rest of the month would too.
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You were now at a rooftop-patio bar in the downtown area of your city with your family, Sammy, and her boyfriend, Luke. You were celebrating your Mom’s birthday by grabbing some dinner and drinks while enjoying the beautiful summer weather. You couldn’t help but feel so thankful for your life at the moment. Not only were you planning a life changing move, but you had spent the entire day with your friends and family just hanging out and spending some quality time together, trying to see each other as much as possible before you take off for California. The only thing that seemed to be missing was Dylan. You wanted nothing more than to spend these important moments with him, but you had hope that eventually you would be able to.
The sun was just beginning to set when you all sat down at a table on the patio that overlooked the central part of the city. While everyone was talking amongst themselves, you found yourself smiling down at your phone, texting Dylan. Unfortunately, he had been busy in meetings all day, so you hadn’t talked to him since the morning, but you wanted to send him a quick message to let him know you were missing him.
Y/N: “Hope you’re having a good day, babe. Wish you could be here right about now, I miss your fine ass 😉”
“Who ya texting, Y/N?” Sammy asked from across the table, a huge smirk covering her face. She was loving the ability to get you all red in the face and flustered over the mention of Dylan, especially when she was the only one besides Luke at the table that knew about him. Today she was especially adamant when it came to asking about Dylan, and it made you begin to wonder exactly what angle she was playing.
“Uhm... just a friend.” you muttered while giving her a piercing glare, trying to cover the flood of emotions that the question brought you.
“What friend, Y/N?” your mother, Pam, asked from the head of the table, an amused look on her face.
“Just a guy I met, nothing too serious yet.” you said sheepishly, not liking that the entire table’s attention was now on you.
“And will we ever get to meet this mystery man?” your step-dad, Brian, added before taking a sip of his beer.
You couldn’t help but notice while you were being grilled with questions, Sammy had left the table to take a call. She was now leaning over the railing, looking down at the street below. Who could she be talking to?
“Maybe someday.” was all you could say before quickly averting your attention to the drink menu in front of you. If you wouldn’t have removed yourself from the conversation so fast you would have noticed the looks that were being exchanged across the table in reaction to you. You then remembered you felt your phone vibrate on your lap a few minutes earlier, making you grateful that you had something else to put your attention towards besides the table full of people who were far too interested in your love life.
Dylan O’Brien: “I had a pretty good day, Y/N. Trust me, I wish I were with you too. Where are you right now?”
Y/N: “I’m glad to hear it, Dyl ❤️ Currently at this cute rooftop bar celebrating my Mom’s birthday. Everyone keeps asking when they’re going to meet this new man in my life 🙈 I’m struggling to come up with a good answer to that question.”
After you sent your last message, Sammy returned to the table with a strange expression resting on her face. She was failing terribly at concealing a large smile, her gaze always falling back on you whenever she looked around the table.
“What is up with you tonight?” you asked her, concerned something was wrong.
“Uhm, nothing. Everything is perfect.” she replied simply as she reached out to give your hand a small squeeze. You gave her a puzzled look but then felt your phone vibrate again, breaking your concentration from your blonde friend who was now starring at something behind you.
Dylan O’Brien: “I think I have an answer to that question. Turn around, babe.”
“Oh my god.” you said aloud while dropping your phone to the table and all but jumping out of your chair. You whipped your head around and saw Dylan standing there behind you, slowly walking your way while tucking his phone back in his pocket.
You practically skipped across the patio and instantly wrapped your arms around him, completely intoxicated by his presence. He wrapped his arms around you and swung you around, both you erupting in laughter. To be in his arms again gave you a feeling of pure bliss, happiness, and relief. You couldn’t believe he was here, considering his busy schedule, but you weren’t going to question it one bit. Now that he was here you weren’t sure you’d ever let him leave. You pulled away after a few more seconds and looked up into the whiskey eyes that you’d come to know so well.
“What are you doing here?!” you exclaimed with an imperishable smile, both hands resting on his arms.
“You told me I had to come help you pack, so here I am.” he said with a wink and his classic smirk, sending waves of adoration through you.
“You’re insane.” you said with a small grin, pink dusted heavily on your cheeks.
And then it hit you that there’s no way he could’ve just shown up here, “How did you kn-” you added before being interrupted.
“You can thank me.” Sammy said as she walked up beside you.
“Hi Dylan, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.” she said while extending her hand out to him. Your mouth hung agape at the two of them. You couldn’t believe they’d been in touch this entire time.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Sam. Thanks for helping me with everything, definitely wouldn’t have pulled this off without you.” he said sweetly, giving her a smile while wrapping his arm around your lower back.
“I can’t believe you two! You had this planned out the whole time?” you exclaimed, taken aback by the effort that both of them must’ve put in to make this all happen.
“Yeah... I may have gotten in touch with her back when you were still in LA. How else did you think I would know where to send your flowers?” he said charmingly while pulling you further into him.
“I don’t even know what to say. You never fail to surprise me, O’Brien.” you said while looking adoringly up at him, admiring the gorgeous man who just traveled across the country to come see you. He looked even better than you remembered; his chocolate hair was perfectly tousled, he was sporting some scruff along his jaw line, and he had gotten a nice tan from the days he’d recently spent playing baseball with his friends. On top of his physical appearance, he was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off all the muscles of his back, chest, and arms in the best way possible, along with a pair of khakis and his infamous green Adidas. You were practically salivating just looking at him, and you already couldn’t wait to get him home for the night.
“Anything for you, babe.” he said before bending down a giving you a light kiss, his hands resting on your waist. You knew that you missed Dylan, but you didn’t realize just how much you missed him until his lips were finally on yours again. You weren’t sure you’d ever get used to the electricity that would jolt through veins every time his lips touched you, and if you were being honest, you never wanted to get used to it.
As you two pulled apart after a few quick seconds, you heard someone clear their throat behind you. You basically forgot that you were at a family dinner the second you saw Dylan, and now you were slightly embarrassed that they all just witnessed your reunion with the man you had failed to give them any details about.
“I guess I should introduce you.” you said bashfully while taking his hand in yours.
“You lead the way, gorgeous. I’m excited to meet your family.” he said softly, giving your hand a small squeeze.
After going around the table and introducing Dylan to your mother, stepfather, older brother and his girlfriend, younger brother, and Luke, you were finally sitting down and preparing to order your dinner. As you watched Dylan interact with your family, you couldn’t resist the new feeling of admiration for him. You knew he was the perfect gentleman, but to see him in action shaking everyone’s hands, laughing, and basically getting along with your family better than you do, you were in awe.
While Dylan was in an in-depth conversation with Alex, your younger brother, about baseball, you made direct eye contact with Sammy from across the table, who was giving you a look of pure geniality. You were so thankful for her. You couldn’t describe how lucky you were to have a friend who was willing to do all of this for you, just to see you happy.
You flashed her a sincere smile, “Thank you so much, Sam. This means so much to me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you.” you said quietly, not wanting to involve anyone else in the conversation.
“Oh hush, you practically did the same thing for me when I first met Luke, and honestly, I love seeing you this happy. You came back from California as a different person— a happy person, and if he is the reason for that, then I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you that way.” she said tenderly while motioning towards Dylan.
“Ugh, I’m so not worthy of you.” you said simply, struggling to find words to express your gratitude. She beamed you a grin before returning to her conversation with Luke and your older brother, Seth.
You now turned your attention to Dylan and Alex, who were still discussing baseball and their respective teams standings in the league. You loved seeing Dylan fit in so well with your family, even if he was currently in a debate with your brother about whose team was better. You reached down and took Dylan’s hand into yours under the table, trying to convey just how thankful you were that he was here. He looked back to you and flash a soft smile while tracing his thumb over your knuckles.
“You guys better be careful, you both have an intense love for two completely different teams, don’t want any punches to be thrown.” you said jokingly while shifting your gaze between Alex and Dylan.
“Nah, we’ll be alright. That is until the Reds kick the Mets’ ass next month.” Alex said cockily.
“We’ll see about that, dude. I guarantee my Mets will win the series.” Dylan said nonchalantly before taking a sip of his beer.
“Wanna bet on it, maze runner?” Alex chirped, getting way too into the conversation. You completely forgot to mention to Dylan that your little brother loved the maze runner series.
You rolled your eyes at the two boys, “Oh god, here we go.” you murmured.
Dylan chuckled, “Mmmm, yeah, I’ll bet on it. What are the stakes?”
“Uhm, if the Mets win, which they won’t, I’ll wear a Mets hat for a whole week.” Alex replied confidently.
Dylan raised his eyebrows at the young man, surprised by his suggestion.
“Okay, and if the Reds win, I’ll bring you on the set of my next movie and show you around, shank.” Dylan said smoothly, giving your brother a small wink after the reference to the Maze Runner.
“You’re so on!” Alex exclaimed while reaching his hand out to shake on the newly formed bet. Dylan did the same and gave him a firm shake, confirming the deal.
“You guys are ridiculous.” you said with a small chuckle, silently loving how well your brother and Dylan were already getting along.
The rest of the dinner went by perfectly. As far as you could tell, everyone loved Dylan and it seemed like he had had a good time, but you were more than ready to have him to yourself. After a few drinks following dinner, your family left, followed by Sammy and Luke shortly after.
“We’re gonna go back to Luke’s apartment tonight, that way you can-uh- have ours to yourself.” she said whispered into your ear before eyeing the grasp you currently had on Dylan’s arm.
“You’re the best.” you mouthed softly before letting out a small laugh.
“What are you two talking about?” Dylan asked innocently as he looked down at you.
“Oh nothing, Dyl. Just that Sammy and Luke are about to leave.” you said lovingly while tightening your grip on his bicep.
“It was so nice to finally meet you, Dylan. Thanks for keeping my best friend’s crazy-ass happy. And you better make sure it stays that way.” she stated while giving him an half-serious glare.
“I plan on keeping it that way.” he responded honestly, giving her a small nod.
“It was nice meeting you man, I’m sure I’ll see you around soon.” Luke said while giving him a handshake.
“Of course, man. It’s been great hanging with you tonight.” Dylan replied with a kind smile before Luke draped his arm around Sammy’s shoulders, leading them out of the now-busy bar. Dylan now turned his attention back to you.
“God, I’ve missed you so much. I can’t believe it’s only been a week.” he said while his whiskey eyes locked with yours.
“I know, babe. I’m so glad you’re here now though. No one has ever done anything like this for me. I’m so lucky I found you.” you said tenderly, not caring about the blush that now dusted over your face.
Dylan looked at you before brushing a piece of hair behind your ear, “How many times do I have to tell you that I am the lucky one?” he said gorgeously before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. The fire that you had missed so much since leaving LA was once again ignited within you in that moment, his touch never failing to have that effect on you. After a few euphoric moments of your tongues dancing around one another, you realized you needed to be alone with him, as soon as possible.
“How about we get out of here? I can’t take another second of not being alone with you.” you said seductively with your hand resting on the side of his face.
“You lead the way, gorgeous.” he said charmingly, looking deeply into your eyes.
You both left the bar, hand-in-hand, beginning the short walk to your apartment. His touch was the only thing on your mind. You couldn’t wait to be home so he could finally set the fire ablaze that had been burning since you left him at LAX.
You both knew you were in for an unforgettable night.
A/N: Ficmas day 2/12!
Summary: An unfortunate accident leads to the date of a lifetime.
Three weeks ago to the day, you had literally bumped into someone, dropped an entire cup of coffee down your shirt and generally just had the worst day ever. Who would ever have thought that the person you bumped into would find it so funny that they had given you their number on the spot and as you went you separate ways said “see you again soon, I hope.” Needless to say, you were baffled.
Now, you were getting ready to go on a date with the guy. Over the course of the last three weeks, the two of you had texted and even talked regularly. You had come to the conclusion that Dylan was lovely, no, he was perfect.
He had chosen a quaint little restaurant as far away from the city centre as possible. With the number of times you got changed before finally deciding on an outfit, you were amazed at the number of outfits you actually had. When you were finally ready, you called for a taxi.
Arriving at your destination, you paid the driver and got out. It was freezing outside and you were unable to see Dylan anywhere so you made your way in. The warm air hitting your face as you made your way through the door was more than welcoming. As you stepped further in, you spotted him. He was waiting for in the front of house area.
“Hey, you look gorgeous” he said with a smile, making his way over to you. He placed a single kiss on one cheek and took you by the arm.
“Hey, you don’t look to bad yourself!” Taking his arm gladly, the two of you walked over to claim your reserved table.
“You really do look beautiful.” He said, pulling out a chair from under the table and gesturing for you to sit down.
“Thanks,” you responded, slightly embarrassed, before turning to him and with a smile, saying “such a gentleman.”
As he made his way around the table, you said “Who would have thought that we would end up here.”
“Well, that’s all in the past now,” he replied. “We are going to have to make up for it now though.” He laughed, taking his seat.
You picked up the menus and began to discuss what you might have, everything sounded so delicious that neither of you could decide.
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Finally, the food arrived. “Wow,” Dylan gasped, “this is way too much food for two people.” He looked at you, puffing out his cheeks as if to say “our eyes are bigger than our bellies”.
“Who even eats this much food?” you asked rhetorically.
“I’ve no idea” he replied, mouth full as he tucked into the meal before you. “I’m certainly going to make a good go of it though!”
“Save room for dessert” you laughed.
It took a while but eventually, all of the food had gone. “Come to think of it, maybe this wasn’t enough food!” you thought, smiling to yourself at the image of Dylan endlessly eating.
“So what’s next?” you asked. Dylan had planned a whole date night and wouldn’t tell you anything.
“Well it was going to be mini golf, but honestly I’m just too full!” he exhaled, placing a hand on his now full stomach. “I don’t live too far from here, we could go back to my place and just have a drink?” he asked, suddenly realising how that sounded he added “or your place, or neither, I don’t mind, it’s up to you.” He stumbled through the sentence, which only made you laugh.
“Your place sounds great” you smiled.
“Okay,” he replied jauntily, happy his rambling hasn’t sent you running. “Let’s go!” he offered his arm to you and began to lead the way
“It’s such a beautiful night” you commented.
“It really is,” he replied, looking directly at you. “As cliché as this sounds, you’re the most beautiful thing out here tonight.” You couldn’t help but blush.
“Stop it,” you laughed playfully. “That’s so sweet.”
The walk to his house really was a short one. He led you up the front steps and opened the door.
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” you asked.
“What are you, some kind of vampire?” he joked, gesturing for you to come in out of the cold. You laughed at the comment and made your way inside.
As you stepped through the door, you were instantly hit with warmth. His place was so homely.
“Take a seat,” he pointed to the living room on your right, “what do you want to drink?”
“I’ll just have whatever you’re having” you replied, taking off your coat.
Moments later he re-emerged with two beers. “Is this alright?” he asked holding one of them up.
“It’s perfect” you replied, taking it from him.
Dylan sat down on the couch next to you, not so close that you were practically on top of each other but close enough that his scent filled your senses every time either of you shifted in your seat.
The two of you sat talking about everything and everything, from your childhood to deep topics like the meaning of life, until your beers ran out. Dylan took the empty bottle from you and placed them on the floor. He inched closer to you as he sat back. You began to yawn and looked at the time. It was late, really late. Dylan saw you yawn and put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder and before you knew it, you were asleep.
Dylan O’Brien
Stiles Stilinski
Stuart Twombly
Dave Hodgman
Mitch Rapp
Jimmy Malone
Thomas
Series-
Farmer’s Daughter
Corporate
Bucky Barnes
Lance Tucker
Harry
Jefferson
Chris Beck
TJ Hammond
Chase Collins
Mickey Henry
Jack Benjamin
Ben Curtis
Carter Baizen
Frank
Johnny Nunzio
Leo Riley
Steve Kemp
Nick Fowler
Peter Parker
Link / Alexander Goodwrich
Dennis Nash
Summary: Dylan O’Brien/Reader, Reader and Dylan are working on a movie and get flustered by a sex scene/flirting and it makes it into the blooper reel and going public about their relationship
”Do we really have to shoot this one first?”
“Come one we only have one shot at this.”
“Really?” You sigh and the director nods.
“This lighting is perfect since we’re trying to shoot with as much natural light as possible.”
“I was expecting a joke about Dylan only coming once. You know, one shot it.” You laugh and Dylan chuckles as well.
“Well good news my stamina isn’t so weak.”
“Oh yeah cause they need you to actual fuck me.” You roll your eyes as Dylan holds his hands up.
”Okay so in this scene…”
“I know, we’ve already filmed it twice cause the lighting was crap.”
“Yeah and we just need to get a couple more extra shots. Just in case we don’t have them in the first take, you know we can always do cutaways.”
“Mhmm.”
”Dylan you holding up okay?”
“Yeah?”
“You sure we don’t need to call the stunt double in?”
“Y/N and I are dating, You’re not going to get better chemistry than this. So anyone who’s thinking they have a chance with her, she’s mine!” He grins and you think he’s pulling you from where you’re laying on the bed to kiss you but instead his fingers glide your sides and you shriek, as he continues to tickle you, you’re trying to swat his hands away and you manage to smack his chest leaving a bright red handprint.
“That’s so going in the blooper reel isn’t it.”
“Yeah, yeah it is.”
“Wonderful, you think anyone can get my fingerprints from that?”
“They can get your fingerprints from space on my skin, that really stung.” Dylan pouts a little and you lean over kissing his cheek.
“I’m sorry babe, I’ll make it up to you later, I promise.” You make sure to keep your voice low enough so he’s the only one who can hear you.
“Okay you two ready to try getting more shots? Or should we just move onto the next scene. We can always put this scene in with the other reshoots.”
You’re a little nervous about the press tour, Dylan and you had agreed to keep your relationship hidden, which you knew with the new show coming out, and the newest episode had your two characters getting together. You were slowly becoming more nad more open to the idea of telling everyone the two of you were together.
“You think we should?” Dylan looks over from the bed he’s laying on.
“I mean it would be a fun idea, drum up interest in the show, did the relationship start because of the show or is the show so good because we’re together, I’m sure everyone on the team would kill for that.”
“Mhmm, so we’re not telling any of them and just blurting it out to whatever interview asks?” Dylan smirks and you grin back nodding at him and then letting him pull you in for a kiss.
”So has anything interesting happened on set?” The interviewer leans forward.
“What like injuries? I mean there’s a couple funny moments on the blooper reel, I think you’re showing that later?” You offer back a few questions and you know Dylan is shaking, desperate to tell the interview what she didn’t know she wanted to hear.
“Well I guess, Dylan do you have anything to add, you were smiling just now.”
”Y/N and I are dating, so sorry if anyone was thinking they had a chance with her, she’s mine.” Dylan winks and you laugh behind your hand.
“I can’t believe you just quoted your own blooper reel for us to go public.” You chuckle and he grins back.
“Well I don’t think there’s a better way to be honest.”
