Top Posts Tagged with #do fic

A Place to Call Home

A/N: So I had this idea and then I had a dream of this idea so I decided to go with it. I thought about make it a series but I’m not sure yet. We’ll see how it goes. I had no idea it would come out as long as it did, the words just kept come. Anyways, let me know what you think! BE HONEST. And if you want this to maybe be a series let me know that as well! :) Also I suck a titles I’m sorry.

Warnings: Drinking. Language. Smut. Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 8,956 (SORRY)

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

“I don’t know, Liz” I sighed into the phone as I sat down on my bed next to the half packed suitcase. “Maybe I should just stay here; it would save me a lot of embarrassment and probably you too.” I laughed trying to make myself feel better about the whole situation.

“Oh no, don’t even go there! We have been dreaming about this for like six years. The show is ending. We’re never going to get another chance to do something like this.” She practically yelled at me through the phone. “So finish packing and get your ass on that plane.”

“Okay, okay but don’t get mad at me when I embarrass you in front of all your new Hollywood friends.” I laughed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I said before hanging up and tossing my phone to the side so I could finish packing.

Okay, so I guess I should back up a little bit; Liz and I have been best friends since we were in diapers. Growing up we were inseparable, we did everything together and spent practically every day together until we graduated high school. I stayed in our small town and went to a local university where I got my degree in early childhood education, while Liz went off to school in Los Angeles in hopes of one day becoming a big time director. Although we didn’t see each other nearly as much we still talked every day and had occasionally discussed me moving out there with her, which was the main reason behind the trip, to see if I would really like being out there before I made any rash decisions even though I knew it was time to make a change.

Liz was currently working as a production assistant on some new crime drama series; it’s so hard to keep up with all the new shows coming up. Before that though, she worked on some small movie where she ended up meeting one of our favorite actors from one of our favorite TV shows, Tyler Posey. They would hang out from time to time and became pretty good friends as time went on, she met a few of the other cast members and it’s safe to say that I was living vicariously through her. He knew that she was a big fan of the show and invited her to visit the set any time she wanted. As soon as that chance was open, she took it. I remember the day she called me to tell me that we would be visiting the Teen Wolf set and for at least a month after I thought she was playing a joke on me, there was no way it was possible that I would be visiting the set of my favorite show. I didn’t believe it until she called me on FaceTime one day when she was with Tyler and he actually invited me himself. Now, here we are, I’m packing to go hang out on the set of my favorite TV show where I’ll probably embarrass the shit out of myself in front of all of these super attractive people, not to mention one that I may have a pretty big crush on. Part of me was hoping Dylan O’Brien would be off working on one of his many upcoming movies so I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of him, but the other part desperately wants him to be there.

After what felt like hours of trying to figure out what would look cute and sexy but not slutty or trashy I finally finished packing. I spent more time trying to decide on one outfit than I did picking out things for the rest of the week, and I was sure I had over packed, but you can never be too prepared.

That night I set my alarm for an ungodly time that we’re never going to mention again, never book a flight to leave before seven in the morning, you will regret it, and I ended up hardly sleeping at all, nervous thoughts of embarrassing myself in front of these gorgeous beings keeping me from sleep. Before I knew it my alarm was going off and I had to reluctantly roll myself out of bed. I showered and ate a quick breakfast, packed up a few last minute things, and loaded everything into the car. The whole way to the airport and the whole flight to Los Angeles I could feel butterflies in my stomach. Traveling always made me anxious but this was a whole new level of nerves. I knew it had to do with the fact that I could be meeting my biggest celebrity crush 24 hours from now. I did my best to push all nerves aside and focus on my book.

The next few hours flew by, no pun intended, and soon the pilot was coming over the speakers to tell us all we would be landing shortly. I packed up my book and decided to make a quick stop in the bathroom to freshen up before landing. The airplane bathroom was tiny, I felt like I hardly had any room to move my arms to comb through my hair. I splashed a little water on my face and added a little mascara so I didn’t look completely dead and made it back out to my seat just as the seatbelt light was coming on.

After we landed I quickly stood up and grabbed my suitcase from the overhead bin, not wanting to be stuck behind too many people who couldn’t remember where they had placed their bags. It only took a couple of minutes before we finally started moving and I made it off the plane. I stepped into the airport and finally felt like I could take a deep breath of fresh air instead of the stiff plane air. I sent Liz a quick text letting her know that I was on my way out as I followed the signs out of the terminal. The second I walked out of security I saw Liz standing there holding up a sign with my name on it. I shook my head and walked over to her.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” I laughed and pulled her into a big hug.

“Yeah, but I’m your favorite idiot.” She winked at me as we parted from the hug.

“You got me there.” I nodded following her out to her car.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here! It only took you four years to come visit me!” She exclaimed as I slid into the passenger seat of her car.

“I know, I know but you know how I feel about flying, just be happy I’m here now.” I patted her hand and gave her a small smile. “But can we please get something to eat? I feel like my stomach is going to start trying to eat itself if I don’t get something soon.” I laughed and she nodded.

“I figured we could just order in and catch up tonight since you’re probably exhausted from flying and tomorrow we’re going to the set?” She suggested and I nodded.

“Sounds perfect to me!” We spent the rest of the afternoon and evening just talking about life, eating junk food, and laughing at old memories that we shared, it was as if no time had passed since the last time we saw each other.

We both ended up falling asleep as we binge-watched Teen Wolf from the beginning, not even making it through the first season before sleep won the battle.

The sun came up sooner than I would have liked, streams of sunlight came through the windows burning into my eyes, and it didn’t seem to bother Liz at all. I groggily made my way to the kitchen and started some coffee knowing I would need a lot to make it through the day. While the coffee was brewing I made my way upstairs to the shower, the smell of the coffee and the warm water finally causing me to wake up some. Once I finished up I wrapped my hair in a towel and wrapped one around my body tightly and made my way back downstairs to finally have that coffee that was filling the air. As I walked past the couch I saw Liz sprawled out, mouth open, sleeping harder than I’d ever seen anyone sleep before. I laughed and poked her foot, not even a twitch, as I walked by and into the kitchen. I poured myself a cup a coffee and leaned against the counter looking out the window, birds were chirping and a light wind blew the leaves on the trees, so far Los Angeles life didn’t seem too bad.

Once I finished my first cup I poured myself another one and headed back upstairs to get dressed for the day. The outfit I had picked out consisted of a pair of distressed skinny jeans, a black lace up long sleeve shirt – because that’s the in style thing now, right? – And a pair of black booties. It was simple, but it seemed cute enough with just a hint of sexy. Just as I finished getting dressed I heard the door open and I turned around.

“Well good morning sleepy head.” I laughed seeing the knotted mess of hair on top of Liz’s head.

“Is that what you’re wearing to the set today?” She asked causing me to raise my eyebrows at her curiously.

“Well yeah, I mean, I was planning on it. Why? What’s wrong with it?” I asked starting to panic. She was around famous people all the time, she knew how to look good, I was in front of two year olds all the time so my looks didn’t really matter.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just, there’s a party right after so you might want to you know, dress it up a little.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“A party?! You never said anything about a party! What kind of party is this? I didn’t pack for a party. What the hell am I going to wear now?” Panic set in as I started quickly going through my suitcase trying to find something party worthy. “Is this like a fancy party or like a college kid type of party?” I asked frantically.

“[Y/N], calm down.” Liz laughed putting her arm on my shoulder to try and calm me. “It’s not that big of a deal, I just meant find something a little less casual than ripped jeans. If you need to borrow something you can.” She said taking my coffee from the dresser and taking a drink from it. “I’m going to go shower, just pick something you would wear if we were going out to that hotel lounge, dressy but casual, okay?” She smiled and set my mug back down and I nodded, plopping down on the bed with a sigh.

Once Liz padded into the bathroom I got back up and started going through my suitcase again trying to find something that was more ‘dressy but casual’. After pulling everything I had packed out I found a flowy, low cut, black romper with lace detailing. I pulled it on, the black booties still looked good with it, and grabbed a black leather jacket from Liz’s closet before walking over to her full length mirror and taking a look at myself.

“Now that’s hot.” I turned and saw Liz standing behind me with a smirk on her face and I felt a blush come to my cheeks. Hot was a not a word that was ever used to describe me. “If that doesn’t get Dylan to fall for you I don’t know what will.” I rolled my eyes and walked over shoving her shoulder gently. She knew about my crush on Dylan but I had hoped she wouldn’t bring it up, knowing her she would say something in front of him.

“It’s not too much?” I asked looking down at myself doubting this choice.

“Nope, it’s perfect.” She smiled and I nodded.

“Okay well then I guess I’m going to finish getting ready and you need to start.” I said walking past her and smacking her ass playfully.

I headed to the bathroom and out on some makeup, not a whole lot, but just enough so I didn’t look like I had just rolled out of bed, and fixed my hair, letting slight curls fall down my back. Just as I had finished Liz joined me so that she could finish getting ready and after a few more minutes we were ready to go.

I bounced my leg up and down as I watched cars and buildings go by, I tried to distract myself by turning up the radio but had no luck. I was too nervous. I knew, without a doubt I would do something to embarrass myself, if not right away, sometime through the night.

“Would you calm down? I swear you’re acting like you’re going to meet the president and you did something wrong.” Liz said. I looked over at her and rolled my eyes.

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re around celebrities all day every day, I’m around people who can hardly form a sentence.” I sighed.

“[Y/N], you’re going to be fine, I promise. They’re all really nice people. Once you meet them it’ll be like you’re just hanging out with friends, not celebrities. Just try to breathe and don’t trip over yourself.” She added the last part with a wink.

“Great, now I’m going to be thinking about not falling which will probably cause me to fall.” I said throwing my arms up in the air in defeat. Deep down I knew she was right, I was just psyching myself out but I couldn’t help it. This is something the two of us had dreamed of for years and it was finally happened. Never in a million years could I have imagined it actually happening.

I looked over to Liz as the car came to a stop and she talked to some guy in a booth, giving him her name, which was apparently all it took to be let in to a film lot. She pulled into a parking lot and I leaned back in my seat taking a deep breath.

“Okay, this is going to be fine, just like any other day.” I could feel Liz’s eyes on me as I tried to calm myself down but I just brushed it off and got out of the car. “So, do you know where we’re supposed to go?” I asked looking over to her.

“No, Tyler should be out here any minute to let us in.” She spoke and just as she is I felt someone come up behind us and put their arms over our shoulders.

“Lizzy! I’m so glad you made it!” He said excitedly looking down at her before over at me. “And this must be the famous [Y/N] you’re always talking about?” I smiled and nodded before glancing around a Liz with questioning eyes but she just shook her head with a laugh. “Nice to actually meet you in person, [Y/N], I’m Tyler.”

“So you’re the famous Tyler she’s always talking about.” I laughed looking back to Liz who actually seemed to have a hint of embarrassment on her face.

“Oh, she’s always talking about me? That’s good to know.” The boy winked and started leading us towards a large building.

“Yeah, she talks about you all the time, Tyler this, Tyler that. I never hear the end of it.” I may have been exaggerating a little bit but it wasn’t often that I had the chance to embarrass her so I was going to take it.

We followed Tyler into the building that was full of people running all over the place, it was hard to feel like we wouldn’t be in the way.

“So you guys came on a pretty hectic day. It’s our last day shooting so everyone is running around like a chicken with their head cut off. You might also see people start crying from time to time. We’re actually getting ready to head over for lunch if you want to join us.” He smiled look to each of us and we nodded.

“Sounds, great, I’m starving!” Liz said and I agreed.

I had always imagined those craft services tables full of food to be stale, dry, and just not appealing at all but that was far from the truth. The food was great. We sat down at a long picnic table where we were joined by Holland, Shelley, Cody, Sprayberry, and a few other cast members. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, Dylan wasn’t there, which I helped ease my nerves a little. Although at this point, Liz was right. It was just like hanging out with a bunch of friends.

“So what do you do [Y/N]?” Holland asked just as I had taken a bite of my food.

“Oh,” I said trying to quickly swallow what I had just put in my mouth. “I’m a preschool teacher, not nearly as glamorous as this but it’s fun.” I smiled with a small shrug.

“That’s awesome, I don’t think I would be able to deal with kids all day though, you must have a lot of patience.” Shelley remarked and I laughed.

“Yeah, it can take a lot. Some days are harder than others but even through all the tough stuff they never fail to make you laugh or make you feel loved.” I really hadn’t expected anyone to be interested in the life of a preschool teacher; so far everything was going better than my overthinking brain had anticipated.

After lunch we all headed back to the set where a few more people had showed up, still now Dylan. However, a few old cast members, Crystal Reed, Tyler Hoechlin, Colton Haynes, and Daniel Sharman had showed up, I guess to help say goodbye to the show. Liz and I sat in a couple of the spare director’s chairs and watched as they all shot their scenes, sometimes crying in between takes. It was amazing to see how they all had really become a family over the years. Every once and a while Tyler or Holland or someone would come up and make small talk with us before they had to go back to shooting another scene. Watching it all happen in front of you was totally different than seeing in on a screen with all the special effects, they would do the same scene over and over from all sorts of different angles, shooting it different ways for different effects not knowing which one would actually make the cut.

Time seemed to fly by while they were filming, although I’m sure it didn’t seem like that to them. Before long they were shooting the very last scene ever. People around us were crying; it was kind of like being back in high school, the last day of senior year. Everyone said they would stay in touch but didn’t know for sure if it would really happen. Once they were fully wrapped Tyler came over to us, just as upbeat as ever, I swear it was like Red Bull was in his blood.

“You guys are coming to the party, right? It’s going to be epic!” He said bouncing on his toes making me laugh before I nodded.

“Yeah, we wouldn’t miss it!” Liz excitedly replied.

“Awesome! I’ll text you the address and you can meet us all there, I’ll make sure your names are on the list.” He winked before turning on his heels and running over and jumping on some crew members back.

“He is a ball of energy, that one.” I laughed shaking my head. Liz turned back to look at him and nodded.

“I think it’s adorable.” She said softly a blush rising to her cheeks.

“Oh my God! You like him, don’t you? How did I not see this? You’re totally into him!” I spoke a little louder than I intended to but not loud enough for anyone besides Liz to hear me. “You should go for it tonight.” I nudged her as we walked out to the car.

“No, he doesn’t see me like that, we’re just friends.” She shrugged, getting in and starting the car up.

“You won’t know if you don’t try.” I told her with a smile. Usually she was the confident one who would go after any guy she even had an inkling of interest in; I knew if she was this shy about it she must have really liked him. “I think you should go for it, but before you do, can we get something to eat, I’m in need of a burger and fries.” I laughed as my stomach growled. I knew there would be alcohol at this party so I knew I would need more than the salad and bread I had at lunch in my system.

“I know just the place!” Liz grinned and pulled out of the parking lot heading to a small burger place down the street.

I ate my burger way faster than I should have and ended up order a second order of fries to go with the milkshake I ended up ordering too. Liz hadn’t even finished half her food before I was almost done. Who knew I was so hungry?

“Hey, I’m sorry Dylan wasn’t there today. I know how much you were looking forward to meeting him.” She said looking up from her food and over at me. I shrugged and popped another fry in my mouth.

“It’s okay, just wasn’t meant to be I guess.” I sighed. I was a little bummed about not meeting him but at the same time I knew if he had been there I would have been a babbling mess.

Once we had both finished our food we headed back out to the car. I was actually feeling really relaxed unlike I had been feeling earlier in the day. I was going to go to this party, have a couple drinks and then I would feel even better and even less awkward around all these celebrities.

The drive to the club wasn’t too far from where we were so the drive was short. As we parked and looked around it seemed that everyone, plus some was already there. We got out of the car and walked around to the front of the building and up to the bouncer.

“Names?” He asked in a deep voice that was slightly intimidating.

“Elizabeth Marks and [Y/F/N/L/N]” Liz said and the man checked through his list, making little marks before stepping aside to let us in.

The second we walked through the doors the music was surrounding us, the dim lighting setting the mood for the club. There weren’t really any clubs back home so this was a somewhat new experience for me. Before we even made past the hallway Tyler was running up to us.

“Lizzy! You made it!” He said loudly as he hugged her tightly. “Come dance!” He grinned grabbing her hand and pulling her into the club with him. She looked back and me and mouthed ‘sorry’ but I just laughed and waved her on.

Going into places alone wasn’t my favorite thing to do but I wasn’t going to ruin her chances of something happening with Tyler just because I didn’t want to walk through a club alone. I stood by the entry way for a few minutes before finally getting up the courage to walk into the actual club. I took one step and the next thing I knew I felt my ankle roll to the side and I was falling forward. As I felt myself falling all I could think was ‘this is it, this is how everyone is going to remember me, as the girl who fell on her face walking into a club.’ I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts when I felt two arms grab me, saving me from my impending social death. I placed my hands on top of the arms as they helped to steady me and get me into a standing position. I could feel my ankle throbbing but I tried to ignore it thinking it would go away in a few moments after the initial shock had worn on.

“I think you just saved my life.” I laughed trying to compose myself and stand on my own. As soon as I put weight on my ankle I could feel it start to give out and I grabbed onto the arms again.

“I don’t know about that,” I heard the voice say with a soft laugh to follow. “Are you okay?” He asked and I finally looked over at the person who had saved me from falling.

My heart stopped the second I looked up at the man who caught me. I blinked a few times wondering if my eyes were playing a trick on me. They weren’t. I recognized the whiskey colored eyes, the moles along his face peeking out from under the little bit of scruff that was starting to grow, the slightly upturned nose, the only thing missing was the backwards baseball cap. He must have noticed me staring at him because he laughed lightly before repeating his previous words, eyebrows arched, looking down at me.

“Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked. I blinked a few times trying to bring myself back to reality and shook my head.

“Oh yeah, no I’m fine.” I said with a nod, letting go of his arms and standing up on my own. But only for a brief second before the pain in my ankle became too much and it started to give out once more. Again, he was there and caught me, holding me up so I wouldn’t fall.

“Let’s get you over here where you can sit down.” He said before adjusting his grip on me, placing one arm around my waist to help me walk over to an empty booth.

I sat down and sighed, sliding back into the rounded booth as far as I could to let my ankle rest in front of me. I propped my arm on the table and leaned my head against it. The realization of what had just happened suddenly hit me and I could feel my face turning red with embarrassment. Just when I thought I would get away with not embarrassing myself, he would be here and I would immediately make a fool of myself.

“I’m Dylan, by the way.” I heard him say causing me to look up at him. I gave him a small smile, still trying to hide the redness that was on my face.

“[Y/N].” I said simply and looked back down. If Liz was here she would be laughing her ass off at how awkward I was making this whole situation.

“Well [Y/N], looks like you might have messed that ankle up pretty good.” He said looking down at it. I could already tell it was starting to swell up so I leaned over and pulled my boot off setting it down next to me. “I’m going to see if I can get you some ice. Don’t move.” He pointed at me and gave me a reassuring smile before he turned and headed towards the bar.

The second he left I pulled my phone out and texted Liz.

[Y/N]: SOS. SOS. SOS. [Y/N]: I’m in a booth near the entrance of the club. Get here. Now.

I set my phone down and waited for her to text me back. That moment never came though. Instead I saw her weaving her way through the crowed as she got closer to me, Tyler trailing behind her.

“What’s the big emergency?” She asked stopping at the end of the table and looking down at me. I pointed down at my ankle, which had gotten much larger than it was before Dylan left. “Oh my God, [Y/N] what happened? Are you okay?”

“Someone has been going hard out there!” Tyler chimed in and I rolled my eyes as they both slid into the booth next to me.

“I wish that’s what had happened.” I sighed. “I was walking into the club and stepped on something which made my ankle roll and”

“Hey so they didn’t have an ice pack but they gave me this bag of ice and a towel you can wrap it-oh hey Ty, what are you doing here?” Dylan spoke as he approached the table, stopping mid-sentence when he saw Tyler was now sitting at the table.

“What am I doing here? I think the question is what are you doing here? I thought you were back filming Death Cure?” Tyler asked looking at Dylan curiously. “Are you the reason, [Y/N] is sitting here with a messed up ankle?” Dylan rolled his eyes and I buried my face in my hands.

“You really thought I would miss this party and miss saying goodbye to the show? And actually, I saved her from falling to her death.” Dylan looked over at me and winked. In that moment I felt my stomach fly into my throat. Did he really just do that?

“What he means is that I was about to fall and he caught me. Then he dragged me over here and has been holding me hostage in this booth which is why I texted you, Liz.” I looked over at Dylan and gave him a quick smirk before looking back over at Liz. I didn’t know where this sudden confidence to be like this around him came from but I wasn’t going to try and stop it. It was better than having word vomit all night.

Dylan slid into the booth next to me and lifted up my foot as he did, I flinched in pain and he noticed mouthing a quick sorry to me before gently letting my leg rest over his lap. He carefully placed the bag of ice around my ankle causing me to flinch again, this time at the sudden rush of cold that ran up my leg.

“Wait, so you guys already know each other?” Dylan said looking between Tyler, Liz, and myself.

“Yeah, well Liz is my best friend, I just met Tyler today.” I told him with a small shrug and Tyler continued.

“This is Liz, the girl I was telling you about. I let them come check out the set today before it was all taken down.” I watched as Liz looked over at Tyler confused.

“You were telling him about me?” Was the only thing I heard her say to him before their voices both lowered and they got into their own conversation.

I leaned back against the booth with a sigh closing my eyes for a moment, my ankle still throbbing in pain.

“How’s the foot?” I heard him ask and I opened my eyes to look over at him. I shrugged with a sigh in response. “How about I flag someone down to get us a couple drinks? That should help take the edge off.” He suggested.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” I laughed and propped myself up slightly just as someone walked over to take our drink order. “Old Fashioned.” I said and Dylan looked over at me, surprise filled his eyes. “What?” I asked with a laugh.

“Nothing, I just took you as more of a sex on the beach kind of girl.” He laughed then looked over to the waitress. “Make that two.” He told her and she went on her way.

“I like to save that for when I’ve known a guy for a while.” I winked and I could tell that response caught him off guard, but he played it off well.

The two of us made small talk as we waited for our drinks. He asked where I was from, what I did for a living, why I liked it, what my goals were. I asked him about his past, where he saw himself going in his career, what made him want to start act in the first place. We talked about our love for geeky movies like Star Wars, how we would rather spend our evenings binge watching Stranger Things than out at clubs getting drunk off our asses. Our waitress came back with our drinks and we both sipped on them slowly as we continued to just spend the evening getting to know each other. It didn’t feel like I was talking to this guy I’d just met but had a crush on for years, it felt like I was talking to an old friend who I hadn’t seen in ages, but always thought there was something there.

“Okay, favorite baseball team, go!” Dylan said and at the same time with both shouted “Mets!” and laughed like drunken idiots even though we were both complete sober.

“I’ve never been to a game but I watch them all on TV. I swear you would think my neighbors hate me, I get so loud when I yell at the TV.” I laughed and took a sip of my drink.

“Wait, you’ve never been to a game? We’re going to have to change that. First game of the season, I’m taking you.” He told me and held out his hand as if to make a deal. I took it and we shook. “It’s a date.” He said. For the first time since he had caught me earlier that evening I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks and I saw a hint of it on his as well. “I mean, well…yeah I mean, it’s a date.” He said acting nervous for the first time all night. “If you want it to be…” he said softly. I couldn’t help but smile at him.

“I would love that.” I said reassuring him, giving his hand a squeeze not even realizing we hadn’t let go.

Once we both realized we were still holding hands we let go and both looked down at our glasses awkwardly. A sudden rush of tiredness came over me and a yawn escaped from my lips, I looked down at my phone and noticed that it was almost one in the morning. Dylan and I had been talking for almost five hours.

“I should probably think about getting back to Liz’s place.” I said softly, not really wanting to go but also knowing that I needed sleep and needed to check on my ankle. I looked across the table and saw Liz and Tyler playing a very intense game of tonsil hockey on their side of the booth. I laughed before calling her name. “Liz!” I said, but got no reply from her and rolled my eyes.

“I could just give you a ride back if you want?” Dylan suggested and I looked over at him.

“Oh I couldn’t ask you to do that. This party is for you guys, I’m sure you’d rather spend time with them.” I said shaking my head.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering and besides, I’ve spend all night over here with you anyways, they won’t even know I’m going. Let me give you a ride.” He insisted and gave me the sweetest smile, who was I to say no to that.

“Okay, let me just tell Liz I’m leaving then.” I told him and reached across the table to smack Liz’s arm. “Hey!” I said loudly finally getting her attention away from Tyler. “Dylan is going to give me a ride back to your place. I’m tired and need to get this ankle elevated properly.” I told her and she nodded before looking over at Dylan and then back at me.

“Okay, well just text if you need anything before I get home.” She said and I nodded knowing that I would most likely be on my own until mid-morning at the rate she and Tyler were going. Before I even made it out of the booth the two of them were attached at the lips again causing both Dylan and I to laugh.

I slid out of the booth and Dylan held his hand out for me to grab, helping me to my feet. Before I even had a chance to try and put any weight on my ankle he placed his arm around my waist to help hold me up. We walked like that the whole way to his car. He only let go to help me into the passenger’s seat. Once he got into the car I gave him the address to Liz’s place and he started driving towards it.

“So how long are you going to be in LA for?” Dylan asked breaking the silence that we had been sitting comfortably in.

“Just until Monday, have to get back to reality.” I laughed. “Liz and I have been talking about me moving out here though, that was part of the reason behind me coming out here. To see what I would think of it.” I said looking out the window.

“And?” Dylan asked and I caught him looking at me out of the corner of my eye.

“So far it’s been a pretty good experience.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes going back to the road as he focused on where to go next.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He smiled.

“Shit!” I said suddenly causing Dylan to slam on the breaks and look at me in panic.

“What? What’s wrong?” He asked franticly causing me to laugh.

“Sorry, I just…I don’t have a key to Liz’s place. We have to go back to I can get it from him.” I said softly, slightly embarrassed that I caused him to panic like that over a silly key.

“Oh geez, I thought you were going to tell me your foot was falling off or something.” Dylan said, dramatically placing his hand on his chest like I had just given him a heart attack.

“Sorry,” I said weakly giving him the smallest smile. “Do you mind turning around so I can get it?” I asked.

“No,” he smiled reaching over and giving my hand a squeeze. “I don’t mind at all.” He said finding a parking lot to turn around in. Just when he was about to turn around he stopped and looked over at me. “Or…” he paused for a moment as if he was nervous, “you could just come hang out at my place for a while? Liz can pick you up from there when she heads home?” He suggested nervously. I couldn’t help but smile as I thought about the option. If I went back to Liz’s I would be alone, struggling to get around on this stupid ankle until she got home. But if I went to Dylan’s we could keep talking, I wouldn’t have to worry about not being able to get something because he would be there to help me get around. I silently weighed the options but it wasn’t a hard choice to make.

“That actually sounds like a really good idea.” I told him, my response making him smile which only caused me to smile.

Dylan took the car out of park and pulled back out onto the road and headed in the direction of his place. We stayed silent the whole way there, but it was nice, it wasn’t one of those awkward silences people who just met go through. It was comfortable. Once we pulled into his garage he jumped out and ran around to help me out of the car.

“You’re such a gentleman; you’re going to spoil me if you keep this up.” I joked with him as he put his arm around my waist and carefully lead me up the stairs and into his home.

I managed to stand on my own as he stepped away to turn on a few lights so we could see where we were going. I looked around noticing all the baseball memorabilia scattered throughout the home, he wasn’t kidding when he said it was his favorite thing. I looked at some of the pictures on the wall, mostly of him with his family; it was nice to see he was so close with them.

“Let’s go sit on the couch, and then we can get that ankle propped up.” Dylan hummed before leading me over to the couch. He took a couple pillows off the chair next to it and placed them on the couch, carefully lifting up my ankle just like he had done at the club, and then gently placing it down on the pillows. I leaned forward and pulled both boots off, placing them on the floor next to the couch. “I’ll go get an ice pack; do you want anything to drink?” He asked starting to make his way to the kitchen.

“Oh, just water would be good, thanks.” I called back to him and leaned into the couch, finally feeling as if I could relax some.

After a couple minute Dylan came back and handed me a bottle of water while he placed the icepack around my ankle. Once he was satisfied with how he had placed it he sat down behind me in the corner of the couch. He placed his arm around me letting me lean backwards against his chest, everything in that moment felt right. He turned the TV on and began flipping through channels until he found a Friends marathon on.

“I use to watch this show all the time. I’ve probably seen every episode at least ten times.” I laughed as I settled in a little bit more.

“Me too, it’s one of those shows that never gets old no matter how many times you watch it.” He agreed.

The two of us sat there quietly watching the show, laughing every once and a while. His hand was draped over my chest lightly and I subconsciously reached up and took his hand in mine, our fingers mingling together for a moment before I turned my head at look at him. When I did he was already looking down at me, a look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen until now. I bit my lip gently as I looked into his eyes, we were both thinking the same thing but no one knew if they should make the first move. Until he finally did.

Dylan lowered his face to mine, our lips gently touching for the first time. The kiss was hesitant at first, not knowing if we should continue, but after the initial shock of our lips touching, we both relaxed into it, our lips slowly moving in time together. I let go of his hand and brought mine to his cheek, both his coming up to rest on either side of my face as the kiss began to get deeper. This continued for a few moments, a soft mewl coming from my lips as it continued to intensify. Eventually we both pulled back to catch our breath.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” Dylan whispered, his forehead resting against mine, eyes closed, taking in the moment.

“Me too,” I whispered back, our eyes locking for the first time since our lips first met. “I want to do it again.” I said not even realizing how lame that must have sounded. But Dylan must have found it adorable because he laughed for a moment and then our lips were connecting again.

This time the kiss was even deeper than before, his hands wandered slowly up my thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. My fingers found their way into his hair, gently tugging at it as held his face close to mind, keeping our lips from parting. I could feel Dylan’s member beginning to harden against my leg as the kiss began to grow more and more passionate with each passing second. I moaned softly into his mouth, his fingers moving further up my thighs until they stopped right below my ass.

I arched my back just enough to wiggle my jacket from my body and tossed it to the ground. Before I could settle back down Dylan rolled us over, my back now resting on the couch as he hovered over me, our lips only parting for a second to smile at each other. My hands moved to his hips, slowly sliding under his shirt and trailing up his toned stomach. His hands traveled to my shoulders, pushing my romper off my shoulders, my bra straps moving along with it. I helped him remove the clothing from my shoulders and pulled my arms from the sleeves before taking his shirt in my hands and lifting it off his body.

I pulled my lower lip into my mouth as I looked over his body hovering over me, moles scattered along his skin. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to his collar bone, trailing a line of kisses up his neck, along his jaw line, before finally meeting his lips again. As I did this, his hands traveled down my body, pushing my romper off the rest of the way. I began to kick it off but gasped in pain, having forgotten about my ankle being injured. Dylan pulled back and looked down at me, a sad look on his face.

“You okay, babe?” He asked softly and I nodded.

“I’m okay,” I reassured him and smiled. He smiled back at me before sitting up and gently pulling my clothes from my body. He reached behind me and unhooked my bra; I pulled it off and tossed it on the floor with our growing pile of fabric. Dylan looked down at me, his eyes scanning my body, something that would normally make me nervous or uncomfortable, but with him I felt at ease.

“You’re so beautiful, [Y/N].” He whispered, causing my cheeks to redden before he brought our lips together again.

At this point I could feel his member pressing hard against my thigh and I began working to undo his belt, then his khakis. Once they were finally open I pushed them down his legs, taking his boxers with them, letting his member smack against his abdomen. I gently ran my hand along his shaft, my thumb running along his tip, feeling the precum that had formed. He groaned into the kiss causing me to smile. I was just about to wrap my hand around him fully when he pulled away and looked down at me, a smirk playing at his lips.

Dylan began placing wet kisses along my jaw and down my neck, sucking when he reached my sweet spot making sure to leave a red mark where he had been. He continued down, licking between the valley of my breast, glancing up at me before taking one of my hardening peaks into his mouth, his hand gently pinching at the other. I moaned, my eyes closing at the feeling of his arm mouth around me. After paying a good amount of attention to my breasts, his lips continued their journey down my body, licking and sucking, leaving marks all over my skin. He got lower and lower until he finally reached where I needed him the most but he stopped. I looked down at him and he looked back up at me then began placing small kisses along the inside of my thighs, taking his sweet time before finally coming back to where I needed him.

The second he licked a strip up my center I gasped. He blew a line of air across my wet fold before licking a strip up me again, this time he stopped and sucked my clit into his mouth, catching me off guard. A loud moan fell from my lips, my head pushing back into the couch.

“F-Fuck, Dylan.” I groaned and I could feel him smirk against me.

He continued sucked and nibbling at my sensitive nub but soon pushed a finger into me causing another loud gasp. He pumped his finger a few times before adding a second one, curing them just enough to hit my g-spot. I moaned loudly as he began licking my wetness, urging me closer to my end. He hummed against me when my clit was back in his mouth and that was all it took to push me over the edge. I felt myself tighten around his fingers as he continued to pump them, helping me ride out my orgasm, while he licked up everything I had.

Once I had come down from my high he licked one last stripe up my folds and came back up to my lips, kissing me hard. I could taste myself on his lips, something I never thought would turn me on, but with him it did. I broke the kiss and took his hand that had been inside of me and brought his fingers to my lips. One by one I sucked them into my mouth, licking all of me from them.

“Fuck,” Dylan groaned as he watched me, “that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He said making me laugh. His member was pressing hard against the inside of my thigh, teasingly close to my core. It took all I had not wrap my hand around him and push him into me right then. Instead, I pulled his face down to mine in a heated kiss filled with want and need. He could sense it as well.

Neither of us had to say anything to know that the other was ready. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. I pumped him a few time before gently rubbing his tip in my wetness until I eventually lined in him with my entrance. We both looked at each other and he gave me a look as if to ask if I was ready, I just smiled and gave him a small nod.

“Shit [Y/N].” Dylan groaned as he finally pushed into me. “You’re so tight.” He mumbled against my lips, slowly pushing all the way into me. He paused when he couldn’t go any further and waited for me to adjust.

My eyes were closed tightly as I tried to adjust to his size, our foreheads pressed together. I finally looked up at him, our noses brushing together gently and I kissed him softly.

“Go…” I whispered against his lips, my hands holding his face close. I moaned when he pulled out and slowly began thrusting into me. “D-Dylan fuck…” I moaned, our breathing already starting to pick up.

After a few slower thrusts Dylan began to pick up his pace, this caused us both to moan out loudly at the sudden change of friction. Our lips collided roughly and my hands tangled in his hair as he continued to pick up the pace.

“You feel so good, [Y/N].” Hearing Dylan moan my name only turned me on even more. He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth, gently nipping at it as my nails scratched at his back. I could already feel myself getting closer to my end but I needed to hold out as long as I could.

“Right there…fuck!” I moaned when Dylan suddenly hit my g-spot. This urged him to go harder and faster bringing him closer to his end as well.

Our breathing was heavy; it and the sound of skin on skin were the only sounds in the room besides our muffled moans of each other’s names. Dylan removed his lips from mine only to place them on my neck sucking at my sweet spot, my mouth falling open, moan after moan falling from my lips.

“I’m close Dyl.” I whimpered my back arcing into him.

“Come on baby,” he urged attacking my lips with his again.

A few more thrusts later I could feel my walls tighten around him as my orgasm hit me hard, his following soon after, his member twitching inside of me before he filled me with his warmth. His thrusts got sloppy as his orgasm took over, our bodies melting together when we both slowly came down from our highs.

He collapsed onto the couch next to me, part of his body still resting on mine, both of us panting trying to regain our breath after what I would call the best orgasm of my life.

“What?” My eyes were closed but I was smiling, I could sense him watching me, I laughed softly.

“You’re just so beautiful.” He softly said pushing a curl of hair out of my face his hand lingering on my cheek.

I opened my eyes to look at him, a smile still spread across my lips which only grew when I saw him smiling down at me. I leaned up and kissed him gently.

“You’re too sweet.” I whispered and kissed him again before snuggling into his side.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, letting out a content sigh as my head rested on Dylan’s chest, the sound of his heart beating faster matching mine. I looked up at him when I felt him pull a blanket over our bodies and I smiled placing a small kiss to his chest before settling back into my position. I felt him press a soft kiss to the top of my head and wrap his arms around me just as I started to feel myself drifting off to sleep.

Maybe moving to Los Angeles wouldn’t be such a bad idea, maybe it was time for a change.

Trending Tags

Last Seen Tags

#do fic

Trending Tags

Last Seen Tags

#do fic