Dylan O'Brien imagines

Happy birthday-Part 2 (smut)

"Okay so what side of the cake do you want." Dylan says as he has the knife in his hands.

"Dyl, it's your cake. You should be the one getting the first piece." You say crossing your arms.

"I know, but I wanted you to have the first piece." He pouted.

"Why? So that you can see if I poisoned it?" You giggle.

"Why did you?" He says pretending to be concerned.

"Yup. It's all in the icing." You joke.

"Oh god!" He says pretending to freak out. You laugh.

"Come on just cut the cake!" You laugh as he still hyperventilates.

He finally cut a piece for you and himself and finished it quickly. When that was done, you both headed into your bedroom and you rushed to the closet to grab the gifts you've been hiding from Dylan.

"Yay presents!" Dylan cheered and you laughed.

When Dylan opened his gift, he was shocked–the happy shocked.

You ended up buying him the watch he absolutely fell in love with, along with a brand new Mets Capp. You knew how much he loved them.

"Sorry it's not a lot baby but-" before you could finish he brought you into a tight hug.

He parted from the hug and looked at you. "You really think that this isn't a lot? Like how did you remember that I wanted this watch so bad? That was so long ago! And you found me a new Mets Capp! These gifts are amazing." He kissed your temple, and you blushed.

You paused for a moment.

"There is one more gift." You say and twiddle with your fingers as you bit your lip. Dylan looked confused.

You grabbed the stick-on-ribbon that was on the wrapping paper you used for Dylan's gift and looked at it.

With the stick-on-ribbon, you stuck it on the top of your head and grin.

"Aweee is my Y/N my birthday gift?" He says smiling then grabbed his water from the nightstand.

"Yeah... The only question is what to do with me..." You smirk with a wink.

Dylan almost choked on his water understanding what you mean. He puts the glass down and chuckles huskily.

"Well let's see what you can do." He says.

"Come here Dylan." You say and Dylan rushes over to you as you lay on the bed.

He crawled over you and his soft lips attached to yours.

At the same time you both quickly pull your shirts off each other.

You obviously knew something like this was going to happen today, so you wore the bra that Dylan loved on you the most. They were purple, with white lacing. You also wore the matching panties to go along with it.

Dylan began to stare at your chest--recognizing the bra you wore for him and he smirked.

"You wear that for me baby?" He whispered in your ear and began pecking down your jawline.

"Yes." You sigh. "And there's a match to go with it." You finish and he looks into your eyes. His were beginning to fill with lust.