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roseringleader13 · 7 years ago

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I Knew When I Saw You - Alpha!Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: Roseringleader13

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 7,531

Warning: Smut - and A/B/O dynamics - marking

A/N: So I have @bilesbilinskix to blame for this being created and posted. I always had the idea but it was until she bounced up and down freaking out that I decided to actually go through with it and post it. So, here ya go Halestorm!

Credit to: @roscoeknows / @little-nya Link to original post

Tags: @skeletonangel1998 @bilesbilinskix @golddaggers @mf-despair-queen @roscoeknows @little-nya

3 years.

It’s been three years since I saw that cute little mug of a cocky sweetheart in a movie my friend Rebecca dragged me to.

Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials.

I was so confused because I had never seen the first movie so I wasn’t following along at all. But I was definitely paying attention to the whiskey eyed beauty on the screen. Is it possible to pay attention to someone without actually paying attention? The answer is yes because when the movie was over and Rebecca had asked me what I thought of it, my only answers were ‘I want to fuck that man’ and ‘I didn’t even pay attention I’m sorry’. She didn’t appreciate it but at least she let it go after a couple weeks. I was her best, and only, friend. She kind of had to forgive me. Fast forward to me being sick for two weeks straight with the flu after seeing the movie; so what did I do? Binge. What did I binge? Everything Dylan O’Brien that existed at the time. Now, I didn’t expect to fall in love with a man who didn’t know I existed and I knew nothing about, but I did. I fell in love with his cute upturned nose and how his eyes just lit up whenever he laughed. The moles that danced along his left cheek that looked my favorite star constellation Orion’s Belt. That brown mass of chocolate on his head that he alway somehow managed to have styled the perfect way; when it wasn’t hidden away in the Mets hats he owned. His veiny hands and long fingers that looked like they could do many, many things to a girl- plus it was adorable how he called them kitten claws. For a good two weeks straight I ended up watching and reading everything that regarded this man. It was unhealthy, really weird and Rebecca thought I lost my mind but I couldn’t help it. Something in me told me I needed to know about him. Everything I could find. I had two full weeks of nothing but just sitting in my bed, suffering from being sick, so I used it to my advantage and learned everything I could about him. Once I wasn’t sick anymore, I was able to move past the brief obsession and continued on with my life, but I always felt myself get drawn back to him.

Dylan.

No matter what I always found myself checking on his social media from time to time, watching his interviews, keeping up with his movies and TV shows. That’s when I started to somehow fall in love with him even though I had no actually met him before.

This proved to be a problem because I always ruined my chances to find a mate. Every time I met an Alpha who seemed to take an interest in me, I found myself comparing them. They didn't have the right eye color. Their hair wasn’t brown and styled right. There wasn’t any moles lining their left cheek. The sense of humor and respect they had wasn’t at the right levels or they couldn’t keep up with some of the topics I enjoyed nor did they meet my expectations when discussing hobbies. Every single person I met fell flat because I began to realize they weren’t Dylan.

I couldn’t bring myself to like them because I was comparing them to a man I had never met, but somehow fell in love with.

The bigger problem was all my friends were already engaged, married and having kids or at least met their mates. Even Rebecca had met her mate about a year ago and I was still alone. Which was dangerous seeing as I’m an Omega and pushing 25. If I didn’t find a mate soon, my body will start to reject itself and begin to attack me. My heats were becoming unbearable to the point that I ended up in the hospital during my last one, which freaked my friends out and made my parents beyond worried to a point that they were threatening to force me to pick a mate, whether I liked them or not, simply so I could survive.

But I couldn’t do it. Something inside me was telling me I needed to wait a little bit longer. I couldn’t explain why and no one was willing to listen when I did. I couldn’t settle because I knew. I just knew. No one I met would be good enough in my eyes. They weren’t good enough because they weren’t Dylan and now I was going to die alone and useless because of him. But today that changed.

3 years later I was finally going to meet him. I had worked hard all year and saved up enough money to take off work for a week and go to the San Diego Comic Con, bought a special VIP pass to have a one on one meet and greet with Dylan O’Brien. My body felt like it was singing as I stood in the line to see him, fans all around me giggling and squealing just like I was on the inside. My outer appearance was oddly calm and collected despite how every inch of me felt like it wanted to jump off my bones and do some kind of dance.

My y/h/c was down and styled in soft curls while I had the perfect amount of eyeliner on to make my y/e/c pop. Soft pink lip-gloss coated them while my nails were shining from the manicure I got the day before. I had to look perfect. I had to look presentable. I needed him to see me and be awestruck just like I have been with him for 3 years now. I wanted him to feel like I did. As the line got shorter and I got closer to the room where Dylan was, something inside me started to feel weird. My stomach wouldn’t stop twisting in these weird knots and my heart felt like it was suddenly going to burst from my chest. At first, I thought maybe I was having a random heat flash but when I looked around me and noticed that no one seemed to be sniffing or smelling something, that’s when I realized that I was the only one feeling this sensation. But I wasn’t going to let it ruin this. So despite the pain and overwhelming emotions, I pushed on and kept at the line until finally I was in front of the door that kept me. My palms were beyond sweaty at this point and it didn’t help that I was the last person Dylan was going to be meeting. Pulling out my phone, I looked over my appearance just one last time. My tank top was pulled down enough to show the top of my breasts but I didn’t look slutty. The jeans I wore still hugged my ass and thighs like a second skin and the makeup I wore hadn’t smeared or needed to be touched up. Which was a good thing because I faintly heard the security guard call my name and open the door for me to go inside, my heart beating wildly in my chest until- It was perfectly calm. Right when my eyes met is and his scent suddenly hit me like brick wall.

~ Dylan’s POV Today was just dragging on no matter how hard I tried to focus and get it over with. It has been press conference after interview after panel. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. Meeting the fans, talking about upcoming projects, seeing just how big and popular I’ve become. It was a giant rush and I loved every second of it. But I just couldn’t get out of my own head today. About six months ago I had broken things off with Britt for the final time because no matter how much we tried, it just didn’t work. Sometimes Alphas and Betas can end up being mates and having a happy relationship but we were forcing our relationship to work and it just wasn’t worth it anymore. So we agreed to end things one last time and went our separate ways. My parents were supportive, they always are, but also worried because I’m 26. I should have found a mate by now and they thought that was Britt. But surprise surprise, it wasn’t. “Mr. O’Brien, you have one more meet and greet then you can head to your hotel for the day.” One of the assistants said, making me nod while I unscrewed the cap to the water bottle in front of me. I didn’t even bother to look over at the door when they opened and led the last fan inside. But I did look up, quickly might I add, when this scent hit my nose. I could feel something inside me begin to growl and grow, a very loud chant of ‘mine’ and ‘mate’ played inside my head as my eyes roamed over the figure in front of me, taking in every little detail I could before I finally met their eyes. Such beautiful y/e/c eyes. They were like gems and I would be happy to just stare at them all day and night, never growing bored. Before I could control it, I felt my own brown eyes shift and everything got a very faint red tint to my surroundings. Except for her. God, she was beautiful. I couldn’t stop thinking it. “H-Hi.” I managed to get out, quickly standing up and offering my hand to her, squeezing my eyes shut and shaking my head to try and get control over myself. Something inside me was screaming for me to just grab this woman and kiss her senseless. Throw her onto the table and make her scream while I filled her up and marked her neck. But that would be bad and judging from the surprised look on her face when she realized my eyes had flashed red for a moment, she wouldn’t really appreciate me fucking her senseless when I didn’t even know her name yet. “S-Sorry. Your eyes changing threw my off. I-I didn’t you were an alpha.” was the first thing she said to me as she walked over to the table, hips swaying faintly and I had to physically bite down on my tongue inside my mouth to make sure I didn’t audibly groan at the sight. It was something so small and perfectly natural yet it was making my dick strain against my jeans like a steel rod. And she didn’t even know it. “It’s alright. Normally I have control over it. Um, what’s your name?” I asked, swallowing thickly as her smaller hand was placed in my own and the warmth and comfort that rushed through my body the moment I touched her was indescribable. Every little fraction of stress, exhaustion, and worry vanished like it never existed when her skin was against my own. And that scent of her’s being this close was making my head feel heavy and foggy, like I was drowning but I never wanted it to stop. This woman was addictive and I loved it. Mine. She had to be mine. That’s all I cared about anymore. I needed her and I’d be damned if I didn’t have her. And judging from how hard my dick was pulsing inside my boxers, my body agreed. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.” She offered in that soft voice, her eyes seeming to have glazed over the moment she grabbed my hand. I watched as the tip of pink snuck out of her mouth and wet her lips, feeding that hunger inside of me to just launch forward and kiss her. Did she feel it too? That unfathomable hunger just eating away at every logical thought? “She’s the last meet and greet of the day, Dylan. And your driver will be here in about 10 minutes.” A voice interrupted, my hand tightening around hers for a fraction of a second before I was forced to let go and take a deep breath, which I instantly regretted because it just filled my lungs even more with that scent. “Right. Thank you, Jamie.” I replied a bit too sharply, noticing how Y/N got this worried expression on her face for a moment, as if able to tell how annoyed I was. But it was probably a good thing Jamie spoke up and reminded me that Y/N and I weren’t the only people in the room. Otherwise, a second longer of holding her hand and I probably would have tangled my other one in those perfect y/h/c locks of her, yanked her against me and shoved my tongue into her mouth to memorize every inch of it while finally getting a chance to taste her. And that would not have ended well. “I really don’t mean to sound rude when I say this, but are you an unclaimed Omega?” I blurted out without thinking, watching how her eyes widened a bit and her cheeks flushed cutely, making me lick my lower lip before tugging it between my teeth without even thinking about it. “Y-Yes. I am. I haven’t found the right person to be my mate...b-but why are you asking me that?” She asked, giving me this perplexed and almost nervous expression when she did. Fuck, I sounded like a creep didn’t I? “I just- I could smell- I didn’t mean to sound weird I was just-” I stuttered over my words, groaning as I ran a hand down my face. God I’m fucking idiot. Soon a soft giggle filled the room and my head snapped up, watching as she covered her mouth with the back of one of her hands and smiled brightly, eyes wrinkling at the sides. A small smile began to pull at my lips before I even knew it, my heart skipping a beat followed by a soft pitter patter before it full on thumped inside my chest like it wanted to explode. All from hearing that soft little giggle that sounded like music to my ears and I never wanted to stop listening to it. It could easily become my favorite song. “It’s alright, Dylan. I just didn’t think anyone could smell it, let alone you asking me about it.” She admitted and gave me a reassuring smile before she began to frown. Jamie mentioned we needed to wrap this up because my driver was going to arrive any second. I didn’t want to leave yet. Something was tugging at me, telling me to keep Y/N by my side but reality started to sink in and I knew that wouldn’t be possible. Maybe I could see her again but for now I did have to leave. “Well, I’m really glad I finally got to meet you.” She suddenly blurted, that blush rising to her cheeks once more. “I’ve admired you for years and always thought you were amazing. A bit of a two sided coin with your personality, but amazing nonetheless. I really hope you have fun the rest of the convention and I wish you all the luck with your upcoming roles!” She rambled out, smiling brightly at me as she did and that pitter patter feeling came back as my stomach twisted up in knots, but my dick throbbing like a damn pump when she simply smiled didn’t help my desire to stay next to her and hold her.

“Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot to me. Hopefully I’ll see you at future conventions?” I asked, smiling at her gently before hearing Jamie tell me it was time to leave.

Lord grant me something good because I had more than half a mind to whip around and actually growl at the damn woman. But I didn’t. I behaved. Shouldn’t I get a trophy for that? I felt small arms wrap around my stomach, every nerve in my body went insane. My dick was probably a solid pole at this point and I felt like I was about to cum in my jeans right then and there. This woman. Whoever the fuck she was. I think she just triggered my rut and judging from the smell I was getting off her, she was about to start a heat.

Without even thinking my arms wrapped around her much smaller frame, making it easy for me to bury my nose into her hair and take a deep breath. What I didn’t mean to do was fucking growl as I breathed out, my fingers digging into her a bit to keep a tight grip on her. When she pulled away enough to look up at me, I knew for a fact my eyes were red again and I was taking deep and uneven breaths, hands trembling against her back as I swallowed. I needed to get away from her before I do something I regret. “I-I’m sorry but I really need to go.” I forced out, giving her a smile and squeezing her shoulders, trying so hard to ignore that pleading and hunger look in her eyes as I turned away and practically rushed out the doors to meet with my driver.

That woman was mine. No matter what.

Your POV Rushing through the doors of the nearest bathroom, I was panting heavily and gasping for breath as I stumbled over to the sink, whining loudly as I gripped the edge of the counter, thighs clenched together in a desperate attempt for friction. Whatever happened in that meet and greet wasn’t normal. The entire time it felt like this fog was filling my head and all I could picture was stripping naked and begging him to fuck me senseless. And when he asked if I was unmarked and then that fucking growling. God he smelled so fucking delicious. A cry broke past my lips as I hunched over the counter, quickly turning on the sink and splashing my face with water. My stomach was twisting up so badly it was hurting more than I’ve ever experienced, knowing that whatever happened in that meet and greet, it sent my body into overdrive and triggered my heat far far earlier than was ever expected. I needed to get back to my hotel room and fast. But given how much pain I was in, plus all the attention I attracted as I made my way out of the convention hall by every single Alpha in the area because I reeked of slick that stained my thighs inside my jeans, it wasn’t an easy task. Thankfully there was a group of Beta women nearby that quickly realized what was happening and took it upon themselves to escort me back to my hotel room to ensure I was safe and didn’t get hurt along the way.

I couldn’t thank them enough as they got my hotel room door open and got me inside, gently laying me on my bed and telling me they hoped I was okay and that my mate, assuming I had one, could get to me fast enough to help me through my heat. If I wasn’t helped soon, I would need to be taken to the hospital again and that was going to be chaos once more. I don’t know how much time had passed since those girls left, and I honestly didn’t care. All I could focus on was trying to get my body temperature down and out of the slick stained clothes I had on. Wiggling around on the hotel bed, I managed to get completely stripped down and whined loudly when it didn’t help at all with the heat.

Rolling off the bed, stumbling steps got me to the bathroom and yanked the shower faucet up to as cold as it would go. I was about to step inside when I heard someone pounding on the hotel door like their life depended on it, making me both scared but for reason excited. My body screamed at me to let whoever was on the other side of that door in and just fuck them senseless. I craved it. Shaking my head, I yelled at them to leave and I wasn’t available at the moment but that only made them seem to pound on the door even harder. “Open the door!” The voice snapped and instantly I knew who it was, that tone being one I had grown to crave and love over the years. Why the fuck was Dylan here? How did he even know where my hotel room was? Did he follow me? That couldn’t be, I left after he did. Looking around I grabbed a bathrobe from a nearby hook and tied it on with shaking fingers, taking careful steps towards the door. “Dylan please leave! I’m s-sorry but I-I can’t!” I whimpered, laying my head against the wooden door, able to almost feel his body heat through it and wasn’t helping me at all. “Y/N, open the door, now.” He growled out, his voice so strong and commanding I couldn’t stop myself from complying. So I flipped the lock and opened the door. My back hit the wall with such a force it knocked the air from my lungs, my ears faintly picking up on the sound of the door slamming up. One hand was pressed against my collarbone to keep my against the wall while the other gripped my shoulder like it was the only life line it had. Red eyes bore down into my own, my breathing heavy and uneven as his scent just surrounded me and all I could focus on was him. Only him. Slick gushed down my thighs in a way that I swore I wet myself, knowing full well he could smell it judging from how his nostrils flared when he took a breath. “I didn’t what the fuck happened in that meeting but my fucking rut came at me stronger than I ever experienced.” He growled, voice so low and dark it made me whimper before I even realized that sound had come from me. “All I could image that entire time was just throwing you onto that table and fucking you so raw you wouldn’t be able to walk straight for weeks. Fill you up so many times the sensation of my cum dripping down those thighs of yours would haunt you and my teeth would leave so many marks on your pretty skin that no one would fucking dare even looking at you let alone try to touch you.” Dylan’s breath just as heavy and uneven as my own, his voice making me whine and claw at his shirt to try and have some kind of grounding. “When I finally got it. This powerful smell of your fucking heat when you got to the hotel, the same fucking floor as me god damn it, I knew. You’re mine. You understand me? You’re fucking mine. I knew when I saw you. You’re my mate. Only mine. And I’m gonna make sure it stays that way.”

His words made something inside me snap. I don’t know if it was from my heat induced haze or if it was from being in love with him for so many years. But I wasn’t about to deny him. My body was screaming for an Alpha. No. It wasn’t screaming for any Alpha. It was screaming for MY Alpha. Dylan. Dylan was my Alpha and I wanted to cry from the sheer joy of that information but I could do that later. Right now, I needed him. More than I needed air. “Alpha. Please.” That was all I was able to get out before his lips smashed against my own, it being all teeth and tongue, nothing romantic or gentle about it. This was raw hunger and desperation as his hands made quick work of the bathrobe and tore it from my body, a loud and deep growl of approval ripping from his chest before I could feel those strong and veiny hands I’ve fantasized about for so many years hook around the bottom of my thighs and force me to jump, wrapping my legs firmly around his hips. His lips attacked my throat and the top of my breasts, leaving a hickey anywhere he could reach as he walked over to my bed and shoved me down, keeping his body pressed against my own the entire time.

I knew this time wouldn’t be much of anything else except for him claiming me and satisfying both my heat and his rut. He wasted no time in undoing his belt and shoving both his pants and boxers down his thighs before yanking his t-shirt over his head. Seeing his chest, in person, was something I never thought would be possible. I felt no shame in running my palms over every inch of skin I could reach, listening to him moan and sigh in bliss at the feeling of me touching him. A gasp slipped out from my lips when he grabbed my thighs and spread them wide. “I’m sorry. I need it. I’ll make it up to you later.” That was all I heard before my scream filled the hotel room. His cock, long and thick which had been standing proud against his stomach just moments ago, bright red with precum soaking the tip; was now shoved all the way to the hilt inside of my pussy. The amount of slick I had been producing earlier made it more than easy for him to just slide inside and despite how horny and turned on I was, I could feel his cock spreading my walls wider than I’ve ever felt before. It was like he was going to split me in half and I fucking loved it. And apparently so did he judging from the loud groan of ‘You’re so fucking tight!’ that came from him as he gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be bruises in the morning. “Dylan!” I whined, tone begging and pleading for him to do something. Anything. And that’s exactly what I got. He began to snap his hips so hard and fast into me I was unable to keep up, just relishing in the feeling of his dick splitting me open and pounding into my dripping wet cunt like he needed it to live. “That’s right. Take my fucking cock, mate. Wish you could see it. How wall this pretty little pussy fits around my dick. I promise, I’ll ruin you for anyone else.” He growled into my ear as he kept up the unrelenting pace, growling in bliss each time I would scream ‘Alpha’ or ‘Dylan’ followed by my walls fluttering and milking his cock in an attempt to make him cum soon because I knew I wouldn’t be lasting much longer with the pace he had set. We were pressed together so tightly that his chest was keeping my own breasts from bouncing around widely each time he slammed inside of me, my legs locked around him near his ribs and I was sure my nails were leaving scratches so deep down his back that it was going to be bleeding and take weeks to heal. I could feel the burn between my breasts from his chest hair, loving the coarse feeling of it but not nearly as much as I loved feeling that scruff on my neck from where he was licking and biting at the flesh. “I’m not going to last much longer, mate. Come with me. Cum on my dick. Let me fill you up and mark you as mine. You belong to me. Say it. Who do you belong to?” It felt as though every single sentence he growled into my flesh made his thrusts become even rougher and deeper, making my eyes begin to roll in the back of my head while everything around me started to buzz and fade out until all that existed was him. Suddenly everything went white and I couldn’t faintly hear a loud scream of his name echo inside the room the moment I felt the tip of his cock hit that one little spot inside of me that made everything just stop. It took me a few seconds to realize that screaming I had heard was myself and he had hit my g-spot. It triggered an orgasm so powerful I had blacked out for a few seconds because when I got vision back and could focus, I heard a loud cry of my own name come from his lips before a sharp burning pain erupted inside my neck. He was as deep inside of me as he could go, his dick pulsing with every little stream of cum he released inside of me and I could feel it already began to push out and roll down the inside of my thighs because of how much he had cum. His tongue ran over a specific spot on my neck soothingly, as if trying to apologize. Our hearts were beating in sync as he stayed here he was, refusing to pull out of me as we both tried to catch our breath. That’s when it dawned on me. He just marked me. Forcing my eyes open, I could see those honey whiskey eyes looking down at me with such love and admiration that it almost made me want to cry, allowing me to bring my hand up to cup his jaw and brush my thumb along the line of moles on his cheek. No words were needed in that moment. We had both finally found each other and that’s all the matter.

The kiss we shared a heartbeat later just solidified that, all of our passion, relief, disbelief, and love was poured out into that one kiss. His lips fit so perfectly against my own that I swore I was dreaming but feeling his tongue lazily play with mine, the two sliding and pulling against each other so naturally it was like we had done this a thousand times before, I knew that it was real. He finally pulled away from me to take a deep breath, a soft hiss coming from both of us as he pulled his softened cock from my more than likely bruised folds, even more of his cum pushing out and dripping down onto the comforter below me. “Are you okay?” He finally spoke, looking at me with gentle eyes as he brushed the back of his fingers along my cheekbone, the action so tender and sweet it made me smile as I nodded. “I’m okay. Just exhausted and a bit sore.” I admitted, feeling him move our bodies so we could lie beneath the sheets, his arms locked around me so I could be cuddled against his chest as he peppered kisses into my hairline. “Get some rest. We can talk about this more when we wake up.” He whispered into my ear, his warm palm slowly going up and down my spine in a comforting manner and it brought a lazy smile to my lips as I closed my eyes and relaxed. “Okay.” was all I whispered in reply before feeling his hand squeeze my shoulder for a moment and then I was out like a light.

Dylan's POV

I couldn't help but keep my eyes on her as she slept curled up against me. The way her hips were curved beneath the blanket, how her right leg naturally tangled with my own, her face nuzzling her cheek against my chest as she smiled in her sleep. She was just so beautiful and I couldn't stop staring. I began to slowly run my fingers through her y/h/c locks as I thought over everything that happened today before my eyes landed on that fresh bite on her neck.

She was mine. My mate.

Not once had I ever felt such uncontrollable hunger or desperation for someone, not even Britt. The thought of marking Britt at times would actually make my stomach turn, telling me it was wrong and she wasn't the one. But this girl? Y/N? Seeing my mark on her made my chest swell up with so much happiness and pride, a giant grin playing on my lips before a small chuckle slipped as I ran my other hand through my disheveled hair.

I finally found my mate.

But when I looked down at her again, I couldn't help but frown because I realized I knew nothing about her and for all I know, I could have just taken advantage of an Omega and marked her without her wanting it. She said she was an unclaimed Omega but that doesn't mean she was single. What if she just cheated on her before? What if she feels like I forced her? Is she actually going to be okay?

All my thoughts instantly halted when I felt her soft fingertips brush through the curls on my chest, bringing waves of comfort and relaxation with every single pass on her hand. There was no point in worrying about it now, so I might as well get some rest.

Keeping one arm tucked under her head so my hand could lay on her ribs, my other arm draped itself across her hips and pressed my palm into her lower back, hugging her even closer to me as I close my eyes and let myself fall asleep with her in my arms.

It was the sound of one of our phones going off the hook that finally stirred us both awake, my ears picking up on her groaning in protest followed by a soft hiss of pain when she went to sit up. That made me instantly wide awake and I sat up like a spring, holding one hand out near her in worry while my eyes flickered across her face. Seeing her give me a gentle smile as if to say she was okay, I eased back and saw her reach down over the edge of the bed to dig around for whoever's phone was making the noise.

My eyes trailed down the curve of her back slowly, feeling a delicious burning on my own whenever I shifted or flexed, reminding me of just how hard she had been clawing at me the night before. Watching the sheet slide off her hips and present her asscheeks to me, I didn't bother to hide the soft groan that fell from my lips, one of my hands disappearing under the blankets to readjust my growing erection.

Her head lifted and those y/e/c eyes met my own before she slowly followed down my chest. I could see the way her small tongue flicked across her partially chapped lips before they began to approach my hips, the sheet just high enough to hide what she wanted to see but judging from how her gaze darkened when she saw me rubbing my growing cock, that didn't stop her.

“Are you seriously jacking yourself off?” She asked in both a teasing and surprised tone, having turned back to face me now.

It was such a beautiful sight. All those blue, red and purple marks littered across her y/s/c flesh, sticking out and screaming that she had crazy sex just a few hours ago. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took, her hands gripping the sheet that was loose around her waist and my black iPhone laid forgotten in her lap.

“I'm not even sorry. You're just so beautiful. The faintest inch of you is making me rock hard, baby girl.”

The woman seemed to blushed before she slowly moved closer to me, one hand next to my hip to hold herself up while the other began to run over my abs. Her touch was so light that if I wasn't watching it, I would think it was my imagination, especially since she was going slow as if to memorize what it felt like.

My free hand come up and slowly ran along her skin from her knee, trailing along the back of her thigh, over the curve of her ass and pausing to get a nice palmful as I squeezed. I continued up her spine, dancing my fingertips in small circles as I did before I finally tangled my hand into her beautiful and silky y/h/c locks.

A sigh of pleasure slipped out as I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the wall behind me, her much smaller hand wrapping shyly around my hard cock, the appendage pulsing at her touch. That soft little giggle I loved came from her and it made me smile but that soon faltered into a groan when she began to stroke me.

“A little tighter, baby girl. Yeah just like that.” I breathed out, bucking my hips slightly into her palm.

Seeing her move the blanket, my eyes remained locked on her face as she crawled over me so she was straddling my hips. Instinctively my hands went to her hips, eyebrows knitting together in slight confusion.

“I want to taste you.”

The way she said those words so innocently made my fingertips bite into her flesh and all I could manage was a small and tight nod at the thought, licking my dry lips. My dick throbbed as the idea of her pretty little mouth stroking it, sucking like it was candy.

Her lips trailed burning kisses down my neck and chest, a soft growl making it shake from the sensation of her kisses. Already it felt like she was teasing me too much

Your POV

It didn't take much time for me to get down to his hip bones, holding back a soft moan when I playfully ran my tongue along the faint v-line he had. Teeth nipped at the skin, smirking when his hips would jostle up and twitch at the sensation before fingers lost themselves in my hair. Glancing over his chest, I could see the dark purple marks already forming on his body from where I had paused to lick and suck at him. Marking him the only way I knew how.

“You don't need to do this.” was all I heard from him at first, his voice sounding wrecked and needy, the complete opposite of his words.

“I want to. I want to memorize every inch of you.” I whispered in reply, crawling back up his body slowly when I felt one of his long digits hook beneath my chin to pull me back towards him.

“And you will. You're never leaving my side. But all I care about, if I'm being honest, is getting my fill of you. I need to be inside you again. Feeling those tight walls just hugging me.” He rasped, his lips pressing to my own so softly and lovingly I swore it was like kissing a cloud.

I let him spread my thighs apart and place me on his lap, the bright red head of his cock brushing through my already drenched folds. My lower lips fluttered at the sensation while my walls clenched around nothing, telling me it desperately wanted him buried deep inside me all over again.

When he began to guide my hips to lower myself on him, our eyes never breaking their hold, I couldn't stop the gasp that knocked the air from my lungs. His cock stretched out my walls so deliciously, sliding inside without no resistance at all due to how much slick I had produced between waking up and now. Each curve, throb, and vein on his dick was pressed against my core like I was a second skin on him, leaving me so filled and so amazed. It was like finding that final piece of a puzzle.

“You're so fucking tight still. My god.” He hissed out, his hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew his nails were leaving bruises in their wake.

“You fill me so perfectly, mate. So big and thick. It's so good.” I moaned out, rubbing my fingers through that patch of hair between his pecs, enjoying the rough curls against my skin.

“And I'm going to be the only on to fill you, baby girl. No one else will ever get to feel your pussy hugging them like this. Ever again, you hear me.” he growled, letting me set the pace as my hips started to slowly rock.

Each roll of my hips allowed me to feel him dragging against my walls, that burning of his cock stretching me out beginning to fade as I grew used to it. It didn't take long for him to begin to take control, snapping his hips up each time I would roll back, shoving him even deeper inside me. Each pass I could feel the head tapping so deeply, a place no one else has ever reached before; and in the process of that movement he always found my g-spot.

The moans that poured from my lips were almost animalistic, begging him to never stop. His hands traced every little inch of skin he could reach, mapping and memorizing each bump, curve, dimple, freckle- all of it. Like I was the most beautiful glass statue.

His lips left even more marks in their wake on my breasts, not caring that they were bouncing wildly with each thrust of his cock inside of me. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to memorize the way his face was twisted up in such blissful pleasure, panting hotly against my skin as he refused to stop.

“Oh fuck baby girl! I'm not going to last!” He hissed, nipping at the front of my throat before pulling me into a sloppy kiss, teeth and tongues battling while saliva dripped down the corners of our mouths. A thick string kept our tongues connected when he broke the kiss to moan out my name, feeling how his thrusts were beginning to get uneven.

Next thing I knew, that coil in my lower stomach that had been getting tighter and tighter snapped without any warning the moment his fingertips pinched my clit, a scream of his name being echoed shameless inside my hotel room. I felt his teeth lock around his mating mark on my neck and groaned loudly as he stopped thrusting, pressing as deeply inside of me as he physically could. My walls fluttered and killed his cock for all it was worth, feeling him pulsing as streams of his cum coated my walls before slowly dripping out, rolling over his drawn up balls and landing on the sheets beneath us.

Panting heavily, I felt him lay me on my back after pulling out of me, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as he spooned me from behind. The heat radiating off his chest and into my skin was the most comforting thing I've ever experienced, a tired smile gracing my lips when his brushed against the mark that proved I belonged to him.

“I'm never letting you go…” he whispered into my ear, our hands laced together over my heart.

And he didn't.

1 Year Later

“Babe come on! We're going to be late if you don't get your cute ass down here!” Dylan's voice called from the living room, making me roll my eyes before finishing up the last touches of my lip stick.

“Patience is a virtue, Dylan.” I teased as I made my way down the stairs to meet him, smiling widely at the sight of him in that black suit I loved so much, hugging all his muscles and curves in a way that should be illegal.

“I don't want my first time going out with your folks as an engaged couple being a bad one because their daughter decided to take her sweet time.” He teased but the smile on his lips told me he didn't mind a single bit. Especially when I noticed those whiskey orbs flash red as they trailed over the skin tight purple dress I wore. He always was a sucker for his favorite color.

“They love you, Dylan and they know how high maintains I can get about wanting to look good on your arm.” I replied smoothly, feeling him place his hand on my lower back to escort me out the door.

“You always look amazing. You don't need to worry about that.” He whispered, lifting my left hand up and placing a delicate kiss on the ring that shined on my finger, the sight always making my heart skip a beat.

“I love you.” I whispered, pure passion in my tone as the words roll off my tongue.

“And I love you.” He replied with a shit eating grin, placing a promising kiss to my lips before we both got into the car and drove off.

This was my happy ending with Dylan O’Brien as my mate, because we both knew when we saw each other that our wait was finally over and we could be happy.

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Last Night’s Waking Fear

Author: Roseringleader13 Pairing: Reader x Dylan O’Brien (but can be read as any of his characters really) Word count: 1,960 Warning: brain tumor, future death, depression, night terrors, fatal illness A/N: So I would like to make it clear that this is written from a first person point of view for a reason, and there aren’t any character defining attributes regarding the reader for a reason as well. I know this can be a very touchy subject for some people, because this is a personal thing I am dealing with in my own life. Any feedback regarding the fic is welcomed. Tags: @golddaggers @mf-despair-queen @skeletonangel1998

It was these nights that scares me the most.

The ones where I can't sleep but I'm drenched in sweat and physically exhausted as if I had been fighting. How my throat is raw and dry as if I had been screaming my lungs out to the point of them giving up. My hands feel clammy, sore, and stiff from being clenched around the blankets or your wrist so tightly I'm surprised you didn't wake up.

That sensation I was used to by now given all the night terrors I have been having as of late if I do actually sleep. Images of you dying, walking out on me, or other people I love doing the same. But it's mainly you, seeing as you're the one person in my life that I couldn't stand to lose, now more than ever before.

What is a new feeling for me that I’m not used to yet is my head throbbed with a new found purpose, reminding me of the dread and future anguish. Reminding me…

I am going to die.

I still haven't found a way to tell you. That manila folder laying hidden away under the desk in the corner of our two bedroom house. A folder that held paperwork filled with doctor gibberish and medical terms that would give a healthy person a headache. But there were very specific words in those documents that I know will stick out to you as bright as a ray of light that was peaking out of the clouds during a rainstorm.

Brain tumor, inoperable, too developed, reached near the center of the brain, too dangerous to risk surgery.

Those would stick out to you because it translated to one final word. A word I know you wouldn't admit because I meant that you would lose me.

Death.

My birth mother had a brain tumor, you know. At the age of 24 and I was only 6. They caught it early enough and said she was lucky. Normally these kinds of tumors develop in teenagers and by the time it's caught, it's too late to operate.

But I guess I'm one of those unlucky cases. Only 21 years old but this tumor has been growing since I was 16, or at least doctors think that's how long it's been. My family never had the money to get me looked at but your miracle insurance allowed me to talk to a doctor and tell me I was going to die because we waited too long.

So it's these nights that scare me.

Laying here, your arm wrapped tightly around my growing waist-

I used to be so skinny and fit, but ever since this tumor had begun to grow, I suddenly gained 30 to 40 pounds in just a couple months. Ridiculous isn't it?

I can still feel your heartbeat faintly through your rough fingertips, developed from years of hard work, where they lay over my heart. Each little thump in them reminding me you were alive right behind me and sound asleep, but also that our heartbeats were in sync the way they say soulmates’ are.

Instead of twitching and whimpering like you used to from the nightmares that would plague you before you met me, they were still and calm like those terrors never existed. You always did say how I was able to make it all go away which a simple smile or from you holding me as you slept. More times than not I would hear you whisper that I was your saving grace for your dreams before we, you, would fall asleep. I couldn't tell you how many times I've thought the same thing about you. That you were my saving grace and made my entire life worth fighting for and living for.

The warmth that came from your kitten claw hands made me think of a thick fuzzy blanket, nestling me into comfort during a cold winter night. During the summer I would playfully complain because we woke up a sweaty mess; but now I try to cherish each moment because I don't know how long until I will never feel it again.

Your breath fans against the back of my neck and shoulder blades, fooling me due to the contrast of your body heat. It never fails to make goosebumps flutter against my skin. Ticklish and rough since it always mixed with your snoring. Like a freight train because of how much it shook the bed but again. Just another painful and bliss filled piece of you that I love and will miss.

I can feel the patch of coarse hair that laid between your pecs as it tickled my own back. You didn't have hair that would spread across your entire chest and stomach like most men had, but that bundle of curls were uniquely you and I always love running my fingers through it any chance I get. Be it when we cuddle, shower, kiss, make love- if it's visible, I play with it. And while you don't verbally admit it, I know you like it based on the way your eyes would flutter closed and you'd tilt your head back, a soft groan leaving your lips at the sensation.

Hairy legs are tangled with my own, your looming height over my own small frame being shown since my toes barely reached your mid-calf.

But your legs aren't nearly as thick with hair as your stomach. That happy trail you have make so many women; and possibly men, swoon with desire. Just a patch of thick, rough, curly hair that disappeared deep into whatever you were wearing. I am the only one that knows what lies at the end of It, but it was always amusing to see the curious and hopeful gazes of others as they imagined what was between those strong thighs of yours.

But I'm getting off track and a tiny little mumble in your sleep of my name is what makes me remember my original thoughts.

Speaking of talking in your sleep.

You used to mumble in your sleep. Begging me to not leave you. How happy you are. How much you love me. That you couldn't wait to have a life with me. A family. And I always thought the same thing and more. I would imagine our children running around this old house, laughing and smiling as they played with their father. A man I adore and cherish more than anything in this world. Even my own life.

But I am going to ruin all of that, aren't I?

I hate these nights.

The nights I stare at your face in the dark when my back isn't to you, memorizing every inch of you I can before the tumor will begin to take away my memories more than it already does.

I want to remember the way your nose is slightly turned upward; but with how you sometimes bury your face in your pillow I can't help but giggle because you look like a little pig. Or how your moles littered your left cheek in a perfect pattern that reminds me of Orion’s Belt, my favorite constellation.

You always teased me for noticing that.

I even memorize those faint scars of yours. The one from your accident. You hate them but it's another thing. Another little thing that reminds me you're alive and okay...unlike me.

They barely show. Hidden away by the rough patches of dark hair that was growing on your jawline. No one can really see the light lines along your right jawbone due to the scruff. Same way no one can see that little mark right by your right temple because of your hair hiding it a lot. But a lot of people do see that scar on your nostril. The one that is probably the most known one.

But again. I love each one.

It's these nights I hate because as I lay here. Heart pounding, head throbbing, skin sweaty and mind racing. All I think about is the pain I'm going to bring to you when you do find out.

I know you so well.

You're going to drag me to doctor after doctor. Pleading to any and all gods and goddesses and religions to find some way. Something. Anything. To save me. So you don't lose me and lose the one person who you love so much you say they put the very air in your lungs. You're going to scream and fight every single inch whenever you hear that I can't be saved. I can't have surgery. It'll just kill me faster.

You're going to stare at that folder every night, pushing off everything else in your life in an attempt to see if somehow the words will magically change on the page and I won't...die.

You'll begin to lose sleep, doing what I'm doing now. Memorizing me. So when I'm gone, you'll never have to sit in the dark and wonder.

What color were my eyes? - they weren't a honey-whiskey that could melt even the coldest of hearts, I can tell you that.

Did I have any scars the way you did? - I always said I would take yours for you if it made you happy, no matter how much I love them.

My hair color? What was it again? - Nothing compares to that deep, dark chocolate that lays on your head, more often than not being styled in some fashion.

It's tiny questions like that you'll be trying to avoid in the years to come once I'm gone as you watch me, watching you. Both of us hating what is happening.

You'll whispered how much you love me every second, more than you already do; but know that I've been doing this every night since the tests results came back. I'll find you crying, angry at the world. Asking what did I do to deserve this. Don't worry, I've asked it myself so much I have begun to wonder if my voice is getting annoying to anything or anyone that might be listening. You'll even go as far as to bargain at times, that my life was too precious so they should take you instead. If only you know how much I'll want to smack you for hearing you say that.

There are so many things that will happen the moment you get your hands on that little folder that will turn your entire world upside down as if it was never important to begin with.

So, I'll do everything I can to protect you from that for as long as possible. Even as this tumor eats away at my very life, every second of our existence. I'll do anything to protect you until I finally die. That way you have nothing but happy memories to cherish rather than memories filled with “What if”s or “I could have done”s.

I only want to see you smiling until the last breath leaves my lips.

The reason why just echoes in my heart, mind, body and soul as I watch you groan in your sleep and began to open your eyes. Those little cute lips turning into a soft smile. I can feel your arm tighten around me and you press a soft kiss to my skin, lazily asking me why I'm still awake, unaware of the fear that eats at my conscience. Only for you to hum and whisper you love me and I need to sleep before those snores begin to fill the room once more.

“I love you too.”

That's why I refuse to tell you and I'm going to protect you until I die.

Because I love you is why I’m terrified and hate nights like this.

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