Dylan O'Brien Imagines

just acting (D.O) Smut + Angst

"Like what you see?" That was not in the script, that was purely Dylan being a cocky asshole.

"Mmm, I always do." I said, staring up at him. That shit eating grin never leaving his face for even a second, not even he crawled onto his bed and ontop of me.

"God, you really are gorgeous." He said, kissing me right after. My hands went straight to the back of his neck, my fingers playing with his hair.

We pulled apart, he waisted no time in removing my shirt and bra followed soon after, along with my pants.

Dylan moved his lips to my neck, kissing, biting and leaving bruises everywhere he could. "Fuck Stiles." I moaned

"Thats it princess, l want everyone to know how good I make you feel." "You do, you make me feel so good."
I felt his hand move between my thighs, slowly inching closer to my pussy.

"Ahh" I moaned when he pressed his thumb against my clit. That was also not part of the script. And yet, I still threw my head back in pleasure at the feeling of him.
I didn't stop him, I didn't tell him to get off of me, because although I act like I hate him, i've been so madly in love with him for last four months.
But for now, all I can do is to enjoy the feeling of his lips against my skin and his hand between my legs, because I know damn well I'm not letting him know about my feelings for him.

"So fuckin' wet and all I've done is kiss you, its pathetic." He whispers in my ear, soft enough so that only I can hear.
Dylan pulled my panties aside, pushing two of his fingers inside me, causing me to arch my back as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of me.

We were both covered with duvet on his bed, the camera was still able to get all the shots that were needed, but no one could see what Dylan and I were actually doing.

"I need you." I moaned as I pulled at his hair again. "Someone's needy." Dylan replied with a smirk as he sat up, and looked down at me.
"You know, something tells me you're all bark and no bite" I said as I sat up a little, staring back at him.

"We both know thats not true doll."

"Mmm, do we though? Because it looks to me like you don't really know what you're doing."
"You shut that pretty little mouth of yours." Dylan said, the smirk on his face dropping, but the one on mine growing.

"Or what hmh? Are you gonna spank me? Punish me? Because if you are, please get on with it." Before I even knew what happened Dylan turned me around, face down and ass up before grabbing a fist full of my hair.

"You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours"
I couldn't respond, I was honestly shocked by his change in behavior, so I only nodded.

"Words baby, c'mon, you had a lot to say a minute ago." He grabbed my hair even tighter, causing a whipmer to escape my mouth. "Do you want me to fuck that pretty little cunt?" He asked slowly, kissing my neck after each word.

"Yes." I practically moaned

"Mmm, good girl"

"God, just fuck me already. Please." With that, Dylan pushed my head down again, I heard him taking off his pants.
He came up behind me, giving my ass a hard smack before rubbing the spot he hit.

"Please, Stiles. I need you. Please." Dylan leaned down, whispering in my ear "are you sure?" "Yes." I whispered back. With that, he once again pushed my underwear out of the way and pulled out his dick.

He slowly rubbed the tip over my clit and entrance, before pushing in.

"Oh fuck." I moaned when he finally bottomed out. I clenched around him, causing him to groan.