#dylan obrien sin

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guys, it might be just the week tiredness, but don't y'all get a bit sad you can't fuck Dylan?

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Cariño

pairings: dylan o’brien x reader.

warnings: SMUUUUUUT, haha. fingering, oral sex (male receiving), spanking, rough sex. dylan’s scruff rubbing on your neck picture. totally NSFW. And if you’re under 18, psht, don’t tell your parents. haha :)

a/n: been listening to reggaetón lento and I was like, well, I NEED to write something with that plot. I really hope y’all like it. also, this goes as a huge happy birthday to my babe Dyl.

word count: 3.140

A loud upbeat song was throbbing from the audio boxes stuck on each corner of the nightclub’s ceiling when Dylan arrived, wearing a loose pair of jeans and a tight plaid buttoned shirt, showing off his grown muscles underneath. He wanted to look his best tonight, for it was the first time the brown haired boy was going out single after a five year long relationship and nothing could go wrong on his plan of chasing down the hottest piece of ass he could find at the latino club Tyler suggested him. It was a reckless night he deserved. Better yet, he needed. 

To warm things up, O'Brien began slamming four shots of tequila, grinning teasingly at the gorgeous bartender who, clearly, knew who he was and wasn’t shaming off from displaying her huge breasts through the generous cleavage. But, before he could make a move on the blonde girl, another one squeezed herself between him and some other dude, struggling just to get a drink for herself. His honey coloured eyes sparkled when he caught a sight of  her bare legs; She had a short black dress on, hugging tightly her curves, the skirt breezing as she moved. Dylan could swear he almost lost a breath when he spotted the rift on her dress going all the way to her belly button. Yes, no doubt he had found the one he was looking for when he left his place.

The man was so lost on his thoughts he didn’t notice the same breathtaking girl he had eyed coming into his direction until he felt a body collapsing against him, spilling a little bit of drink on his shirt. Upon seeing who was, he tensed up, licking his lips and scrunching his brows together.

“Perdóname!” A melodic voice spoke, hitting on his every weak spot.

“I don't… Uh.”

“Oh, alright, I said I’m sorry.” The pretty woman sighed, her accent still ringing in his ears. “I didn’t mean to hit you.”

“That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

A small silenced floated over them and she cleared her throat, trying, obviously, to escape from the situation that she got into.

“Well, I should get going.”

“Hey, what’s your name?” He quizzed, eyes eager and hungry. “Just in case.”

“It’s Y/N. Yours?”

“Dylan.”

“Well, nice to meet you,” She winked, her fingers brushing his chest lightly. “Cariño.”

He had lied.

Dylan spoke fluent Spanish and he even lived a couple of months in Mexico a while back to learn some traits to play a character. Either way, the major problem was the man found himself stuck within a spell, her spell; he watched her swing her hips to the music, her breasts bouncing to the tune and the gown showing too much of her skin for him to be okay. Obviously, another thing hadn’t left his mind: the way she had said that word… It wasn’t dirty or anything, but, fuck, it was hot. He wanted to hear her moaning it over and over.

Finally, O'Brien decided he wasn’t going to sit around any more, so he gulped down his drink and stood up, moving quickly to where the girl was. What he didn’t know was that she hadn’t stopped thinking about him too throughout the whole night, gazing at him from afar whilst doing her best to get him coming to her direction. Acting as sexy as she could. It proved hopeless so far, which made her head back to her booth, opting to sip on a cool beer, totally unaware that her goals had been archived.

The brown haired man touched her shoulder gently, his warm hand making the girl shudder, slightly startled. She looked back and couldn’t be more astounded to see him waiting behind her. He had a sinful smile etched to his face, his fingers scratching his scruff, causing her core to twitch. They didn’t speak for a short period, too overwhelmed by the extensive gaze they exchanged. It was like a hook pulled them together; a kind of chemistry rare to see.

“Want to dance?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

She felt her skin burn when his long fingers grabbed each side of the girl’s hips, getting them locked on his. The beat had changed to something slower, therefore, Y/N simply laced her arms around his neck, relaxing her figure to let him guide her throughout the dance floor. His pelvis continuously reaching hers, driving her to close her eyes and throw her head back, pushing herself against him in sync with the song. Dylan swivelled his dance partner, his palm hovering over her stomach. The man felt his lips go dry. Wiggling, she broke free from his grasp, shooting him a nasty smile before diving back to his embrace.

Once within his hug again, she perceived his touch descending, getting too close to her butt cheeks. A sigh left her lips alongside a low grunt, a wetness beginning to pool on her panties. Y/N never thought a man could get under her skin like that, so fast, so intense, but it was good. Hell, it was the best feeling in the world. That sexy guy made her feel alive, pure adrenaline rushing excitedly through her veins.

The tip of his nose nudged her cheekbone, his alcohol scented breath intoxicating the girl while she grasped a lock of his hair, pulling it as their bodies swung to the steamy rhythm. They were drowned in one another, causing the room’s temperature to rise; for them, at least, the place was burning up to a hundred degrees. But it wasn’t bad. Not all.

In a stealthy movement, Dylan’s hand got under the girl’s thigh, getting her to bend backwards, her cleavage displaying a lot more to him than before, eliciting a low growl from his chest. She smiled tauntingly, hooking her leg even further around his waist, rising her torso until it met his, her face standing an inch away from his. She licked her bottom lip, watching as he did the same; A fire blasting between them.

The song was almost over, still, they were definitely not ready to split just yet. If both of them wanted to be honest, neither wanted to do more than rub their bodies against one another. Feel their warmness. She was almost going out of her mind with his beard itching on her sensitive skin and he, well, it was getting pretty obvious that he was enjoying her figure glued to his. Especially her cute tush.

“Damn…” He muttered when she grinded against him once more, his bulge throbbing. “Tu me vuelves loco, cariño...”

“I thought you couldn’t speak Spanish, cariño.” Y/N whispered, a strangled moan leaving her mouth due to his swift action of spinning her, his lips wrapping themselves on her neck soon after. “Fuck…”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know, babe.”

“Why don’t you show me, then?”

Those words imbued Dylan with the courage he needed to take her to somewhere more private, which turned out to be the closest restroom. In the course, their minds were filled with the thoughts that the things were going down fast, but, nonetheless, it also felt so goddamned right neither him or her could prevent it, nor they wanted to, for the matter. As soon as they got inside a the tiny place, the brown haired man slammed the girl up against a cold wall, earning a gentle whine from her, who, by the way, didn’t wait to thread her fingers on his messy hair, surrendering to one of the best kisses she had ever tasted. It was a mix of vodka, beer and whiskey. A drunk, rough kiss.

His hands wandered throughout every inch of her legs, stopping at the curve of her ass, giving it a strong squeeze and helping her to wound herself around his waist, deepening the contact. Once set, she could feel his length hitting a sensitive spot each time he rubbed himself on her, making her buckle forward instinctively. Their gasps mingled together.

O'Brien poked her collarbone with his upturned nose, his tongue licking the skin as he went down, towards the valley of her breasts, which were at his free will to whatever he pleased with them. The boy pushed her dress’ down her shoulders, allowing her boobs to bounce bare in front of him; another growled curse left his lips whilst he leant in to finally get a taste of them, swirling at one of the already hardened nipple. Y/N snuck a hand under his shirt, digging her nails deep into his back, moaning and noticing her core pulsating like crazy.

Slithering from her waistline to the girl’s other breast, the honey coloured eyed man cupped it and pinched it, causing the gorgeous woman in front of him to throw her head back, eyes sealed. Her breathing long lost, toes curling; she squirmed on his lap, trying to create some friction with the tent on his bottom half.

“Someone’s hurried, I see.” Dylan joked, hoarsely, pulling away to latch on her left boob. “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make you see lots of stars.”

He put Y/N back down to the ground, stole a swift peck from her lips then knelt before her, sneaking his head under the dress’ skirt. She gasped, wiggling a bit to the hot breath so close to her slit, even further when he pulled the laced panties to one side, calloused digits providing a much more intense friction. The woman squealed, tightening the grip on his shoulders and never breaking the eye contact they established, his whiskey coloured ones hard, filled with lust. Eating her alive. Fuck, that man was hot, she thought, exhaling loudly.

His fore and middle finger slided up her slick entrance, pumping in and out rapidly, contributing directly to the knot on her lower belly. Y/N felt like, if he kept doing that, well, she would pop, and, damn, no one should so good at this. So skilful. It wasn’t fair. Not in the slightest.

“O-Oh…”

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, I’ve been imagining you like that all night long.”

“Yeah?” A moaned question left her mouth and heavy breaths followed it. “Fuck, Dylan, you’re not, you know, supposed to, oh, fuck, I’m gonna’…”

Y/N broke down with a long yell, her whole body trembling to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading in her blood; the woman clenched and sighed as her partner rode her out of her high using nothing but his magical fingers. Once it was all gone, she chuckled blissfully, licking her bottom lip and locking it between her teeth, glaring at the brown haired man teasingly.

He rose a brow, wiping his digits clean and humming to the taste, which made her huff, because this action made her blood heat up again. How dare he be so addictive?

“You taste so good…” His eyes closed, mouth still sucking at the stretchy liquid.

“Oh, well…” Y/N approached him, placing a mischievous finger inside his trousers’ waistband, pulling him closer to her. “What do you say I pay you back?”

“I think it’s a great idea, I bet your mouth feels just as good as it is beautiful.”

She didn’t bother to reply, busying herself with getting rid of his pants instead. Then, as soon as his bottom pieces of clothing were pooling on his ankles, the girl wrapped her hand on his hard length, slowly stroking it, observing him hiss under her touch. Dylan cupped her cheeks, mumbling disjointed words while she kept masturbating him, at leisure, noticing his pulsation against her palm.

After a while, she decided that merely wankering him off wasn’t going to cut it for her, the voluptuous woman needed more than that, so Y/N got down on her knees and, without a second thought, glided her tongue on his tip, swirling around it, tasting the salty flavour of the pre-cum leaking from his slit while her palm met his balls, massaging it, which ripped a throaty groan from his lips.

The brown haired man grabbed a fistful of her hair, thrusting on her mouth. Often she would get a bit uncomfortable with the lack of control, but with him? Oh, what the hell. The only thing that ran across her thoughts was that his swollen head fit perfectly with the end of her throat. A hum slipped from her, causing him to intensify the grip around her hair, pulling it a little rougher.

“Oh, fuck…” He muttered in a hoarse tone, face distorted in pleasure.

Y/N detached her mouth from his cock, descending her tongue to lick a stripe of skin on the underside of it, feeling the throbbing of a prominent vein against her. Dylan could swear that he was in heaven; no one had ever touched him like that. And the better part was that she wasn’t doing out of some sort of “responsibility", like his ex did, the woman did it because she wanted to do it. Also, the gleam on her face denoted it wasn’t bad or disgusting; Y/N was actually enjoying the action.

Her lips wrapped again around him, the warmness fulfilling him as she sucked hard, almost as if the girl was trying to force his cum out of him.

“Babe, if you keep going, there won’t be much left for, you know…”

She pulled it out with pop, a string of saliva connecting them still. Groaning at the scene, he briskly placed his hands on each side of her waist, getting her back on her feet; then, in a sharp movement, O’Brien pinned Y/N against the sink, exchanging a deep, meaningful glance with her through the huge mirror in front of them. She directed him a naughty smile, chewing her bottom lip, just waiting for him to make a move.

The man moved away to get rid of his shirt, revealing to her a beautiful happy trail all the way down to his bouncy, pretty dick. She gasped, gripping tightly to the marble surface, because it was too much hotness in one single person for her handle. Heck, Dylan proved himself better than all the hot latinos she hooked up previously.

After getting completely naked and protecting himself, incredibly quickly, with a condom, the brown haired boy approached her and unzipped the black dress the girl was wearing, permitting her breasts to be on display from him. Smacking her ass, he lined himself with her entrance.

“Ready?” Dylan whispered, kissing the crook of her neck and giving it a gentle bite.

“Oh, yes, I want to know if your cock fits just as good in my pussy as it does in my mouth.”

“You’re such a dirty, dirty girl.” His hot breath blew on her already tepid skin as he pushed inside of her in a sharp thrust. They both moaned to the intimate contact; it was lot better than their imaginations had fantasised. “So…?”

“Definitely better.”

The honey coloured eyed man chuckled while starting to move within her, slamming mercilessly his hips against hers, who, instinctively, pushed them backwards, her ass hitting his pelvis with a clapping sound.

Wanting to provide the best experience to her, Dylan’s right hand found its way to her soft nub, rubbing eight figures on it and earning himself a pair of heavy breaths alongside a few clenches of her slick walls around his cock. His left one squeezed her hip, so strongly it would probably leave a mark once the adrenaline rush was over.

Their sweaty bodies grinded, both wanting nothing but their sweet release. Luckily for them, the party was going at its fullest outside, the cheerful music embalming the moaning mess couple; otherwise, people would have heard the girl’s loud whimpers. Y/N rested her head carelessly on his shoulder, squeezing her breasts and squirming underneath his lingering touch. It was all so overwhelming she felt like cumming a hundred times.

“Come on, let’s switch positions, because I want to see the gleam on your eyes when you cum to me.” The boy hushedly said, pulling away and swivelling her. She complained, but agreed without questioning to hop on his lap, her butt being pressed firmly against his hands whilst she wounded her legs around his waist. Dylan placed her on the sink’s top, grabbing the back of her thighs and pounding into her even faster than before. “You look so fucking beautiful!”

She was so weak that all she did was dig her nails into his back, screaming each time his cock hit on a sweet spot inside her pussy. Her mind not even able to concentrate properly on the moment; droplets of sweat went down her back and the girl noticed her orgasm was dangerously close.

“J-Just like, fuck.” Y/N sputtered, heaving. “I’m gonna’…”

His length went deep into her, the boy slapping her breasts and ass a couple of time, sanity long lost. If this wasn’t the best fuck he had ever had, well, he couldn’t quite place it which was.

Y/N’s digits stranded on his hair, pulling him into a heated kiss, their alcoholic tastes mixing together. She couldn’t wait any time longer, so all it took for the girl to break down was another set of hard thrusts; then she yelled, back arching and legs shaking, goosebumps spreading through her sensitive skin fast. His name fell from her lips repeatedly as Dylan kept banging her into oblivion.

A while later, he came too, latching his warm mouth on her turgid nipple, growling on it, his movements getting sloppier, riding them out their highs. Yet, it took a few moments for their breathing to go back to normal, their frames still jittering to the waves of pleasure.

They hugged, laughing blissfully and kissing again, this time at a much more passionate, slow stride. Just a simple, fond action.

“This was fun.” He stated, stroking her back. “Don’t you think?”

“I’m still twitching.” Y/N joked, muffling a giggle on his pale chest. “And numb. Ask me that later.”

“Oh, poor girl.”

“Shut up.”

Smiling, Dylan helped her hop off the sink and, after it, the partners got themselves dressed, mentally thanking the universe that no one had decided to pee in the minutes they had been in there. Once ready, they stared at each other for a minute; just savouring that particular moment.

“Will you give me your number?”

“Of course, Dylan.” Y/N winked, grabbing his iPhone and typing her number in the adequate place. “Looking forward for you to give me a call, cariño.”

Swaying her hips, the woman left the restroom, leaving Dylan completely astounded. A minute later, he shook his head, looking down to her contact, which the naughty girl had saved as “cariño”, and realised that he couldn’t wait to be with her again.

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