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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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hi! figured i’d drop a request for you :))! Maybe some general bf hcs for reki and langa? Just in general how they would be as a boyfriend or how they would act in a relationship?

Hi!! Thank you so much for your request, I’ve been excited to do one of these. I hope you enjoy it!

➯ random boyfriend headcannons

➯ characters: Reki Kyan and Langa Hasegawa x gn reader

➯ warnings: none! Just some fluff for these two boys:)

Reki:

-Literally the most enthusiastic person you’ve ever seen. He’d be happy to just sit in silence with you because come on, it’s YOU. There’s no one he’d rather be wasting the hours away with.

-Your biggest hype man, EVER. You post something on Instagram? Get ready for a flood of comments, all from him. You could put your phone down for two minutes after posting, and you’ll come back to 99+ notifications of just reki commenting along the lines of “woah suddenly I’m on one knee” “DAMNNNN” and many, many more.

-Never leave your phone unattended around him. He won’t snoop, but be prepared to come back to your camera roll flooded with just zoomed in pictures of his face, his mouth, his eye, ANYWHERE. Mf is spamming your whole phone with pictures of him for you to come back to.

-He has to always be touching you in some way. Whether it’s holding your hand, your waist, a casual arm around your shoulder, there has to be something. He’ll put his hand on your ass sometimes while you walk in public.

-Honestly doesn’t even think PDA is anything out of the ordinary. Like, you’re his s/o??? Yes you’re in his lap, yes you’re in the middle of the skatepark, so what? You’re his, and he’s happy he can make everyone aware of that.

-I saw a post on here that said he would peel stickers off fruit and stick them to peoples’ foreheads, and I fully stand by this. However, it doesn’t just stop at fruit stickers. Anything remotely sticky, whether it’s tags from clothes, tape from a food box, even random sequins and bits of glitter he finds around, it’s immediately being stuck to some part of your face.

-Loves casual dates. Stopping by food stalls, browsing in clothes and game stores for a few hours, and skating around with you until it’s time to go home is a dream for him. Be prepared for day-long dates, because he will clear his entire schedule just to spend the day with you.

-His family adores you. His mother is always goading him to bring you over more, complaining that she misses her "honorary son/daughter/child". His sisters love you too. Any time you come over there’s immediately three tiny bodies shooting at you, grabbing you by the waist and dragging you over to wherever they’re playing. Reki tries to drag you away, wanting to have you for himself, but you always try and stay for at least five or ten minutes. Secretly, he loves that you get along so well with his siblings, going soft at the thought of how you would act with children of your own.

-He loves playing video games with you. Sitting in his lap, the two of you could spend hours switching from game to game. One minute you could be burning down a village in Minecraft, the next complaining while Reki whoops your ass in Mario Kart. His mom brings you food for your breaks between games, and she’ll even stay for a few minutes to talk to you while Reki shifts underneath you, glowing red from embarassment.

-If you can’t skate, he would beg to teach you. If you accept, he goes all out. He’ll make you your own customised board just for practicing, making sure it’s absolutely perfert for you to learn on. But if you can skate, get ready for endless races and competitions to see who can nail a new trick the quickest.

-Adores when you come to S to support him. He loves looking into the crowd and seeing you there cheering him on before he goes into a beef. If he wins, he’ll race over to where you are in the crowd, picking you up and spinning you around, kissing you without a care in the world. However, if he loses he’s thankful you’re always there to pick him back up and make him feel better afterwards.

-Loves cleaning you up after a big fall, kissing your bruises and cuts better. He’ll carefully wrap each injury with care, telling you how brave you are, no matter how small the cut. Secretly, he loves when you baby him after he falls himself. Seeing you wipe away the blood from a new cut and place a small plaster on it with such tenderness melts his heart in a way only you could.

-Speaking of plasters, this man has one for every occasion. Princesses, pirates, aliens, cats, dogs, sparkles, stripes, you name it, he’s got it.

-The type to sneak you out at two in the morning to get a slushee with him. Honestly, he’s up so late making boards for people he just has no perception of time.

-Spams your phone with TikToks or other funny things that reminds him of you. It could be a very specific thing, or a flower or cloud. If he thinks of you when he sees it(which is fairly often), it gets sent to you.

-Talks with his hands a lot. He’s a very expressive talker, so when he’s telling you a story it feels like you’re right there in the story with him.

-Please just kiss him. His cheeks, his forehead, his hand, his shoulder, his temples, his lips. Anywhere, he’ll melt under you. Mf is touch starved to the max.

-Always knows how to make you laugh. His laugh is infectious, it could get you out of your darkest moods.

-Sleeps with his head on your chest, and one hand in your shirt little perv.

-His social media is like a SHRINE for you. His highlights, his posts, his stories, EVERYWHERE. He’s just so proud to be able to call you his that he wants the whole world to know.

-Kisses in the rain while you run home, skateboards in your hands after the weather forecast failed you once again. He’s just so happy in the moment that he can’t contain himself, so he’s pulling you into him in the pouring rain, kissing you hard while your hair gets drenched.

-You don’t need to steal his clothes, he will literally give them to you because “you just look so cute wearing them”. Occasionally, he’ll take one of your hoodies, and even if it doesn’t exactly fit him, he’ll still keep it near him while he sleeps so he can keep your scent close to him.

Langa:

-This man is so oblivious to obvious hints, but still manages to pick up on the smallest of details? It’s incredible, honestly. He could describe the exact colour of your eyes with the most insane detail, but he still won’t notice when you try and hint that you like him in the first place!

-You two have a bit more of a low-key relationship, but you’ll make your usual appearance in his Instagram posts, or on his Snapchat story with a casual caption like a simple heart, or “my love<3”

-Not very big on PDA, not because he doesn’t like it, but because he doesn’t think of it. However, when he does feel like he’s being too physically distant, he’ll link pinkies with you as you walk along, or rest his head on your shoulder while you watch a video on your phone.

-His mom adores you, which is why Langa despises bringing you to his house. You always seem to leave with seven of his baby photos from his time snowboarding in Canada, a new recipe from his mother that you complimented, another one of his hoodies, and more miscellaneous stuff that you don’t even know how it ended up in your bag. He has a little shelf in your room specifically for this random stuff, and he always adds to the collection when he comes to your house. He’ll leave a keyring, a small toy, a Polaroid, anything honestly.

-Loves dates that you can experience. The movies, aquariums, museums and the zoo are common dates for the two of you to go on, but other than that, he adores going skateboarding with you. He’s been improving, and he loves when you notice little things he’s been picking up on, whether it be a new trick or simply how he balances himself on the board.

-Adores old Disney movies. Yall will binge a ton of them in one day, having full-blown musicals in Langa’s living room. When any of the romantic songs come on, like “So this is Love” from Cinderella, Langa will stand up and offer his hand to you, as the two of you waltz around his sitting room, humming the tune of the song.

-Study dates are frequent with the two of you. If you happen to stay up late studying and fall asleep on each other, his mother will cover the two of you with a blanket, tidying some of your books and leaving with a smile, happy with the knowledge you were making her son the happiest he’s been in quite a while.

-Slow dancing in the kitchen while you cook is a regular. When a particularly sappy love song comes on while he stirs the pot, he’ll turn around and hold you close to him, twirling you around the kitchen.

-Reki constantly jokes that he is a third wheel, poking fun at the two of you, Cherry and Joe, and Shadow and “his little girlfriend back at the flower shop”. He’ll hang out of Miya, whining about them having to stick together since they’re the only two “lone wolves”. He’ll usually get a well-earned thump into the back of the head from Miya, but it’s still funny to watch the whole thing go down.

-Tends to be shy when giving you clothes, so instead of asking you to wear them he’ll leave them out in places he knows you’ll find them, or he’ll come up behind you and plop it in your lap, murmuring about how cute it would look on you.

-Please do this man’s makeup. He will sit so still for you, waiting patiently while you dab eyeshadow at his eyes, trying not to blink so you don’t mess up his mascara. He’ll sit there mesmerised for a few minutes, taking in how he looks, and simply whisper “you do this every day?”

-Evem though he’s not a very openly affectionate person, he is stuck to your hip behind closed doors. He’ll lie in your lap for hours, staring up at you while you mess with his hair, pulling it into little plaits and pigtails.

-I can’t even describe how the two of you sleep. It’s simply a mass of limbs, and no one knows exactly what belongs to who. Somehow one of yall will end up upside down, and-why is Langa on the floor??

-He could talk about his time in Canada for hours, and you’d just lie on his chest and listen to him. Every once in a while he’ll look down at you to see if you’re still listening, and his heart will melt a little every time he sees you staring back up at him, eyes wide with interest.

-This man NEVER gets jealous. You’d literally have to cling to another man for it to click in his brain that Oh. He doesn’t like that.

-He’s not big on texting, but if you call him he will stay on that call with you for hours, even after the two of you fall asleep.

-Whenever he falls(which is quite often), you’ll always have plasters on hand to help fix him up. He always flushes bright red when you kiss his cuts better, and never knows just what to do with himself afterwards.

-When he skates against tough opponents, you’ll always give him a kiss for good luck. Of course, this doesn’t stop you worrying, but you know Langa wouldn’t go out of his way to get injured. And if he does, well, at least he’ll have you there to kiss his bruises better.

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honeyjxsung · 4 years

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Stray Kids as your boyfriend

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Request: can u write a reaction for skz as your boyfriend?? please include woojin ONLY IF YOU DONT MIND, its comforting having him there still. ty!

a/n: this is my first reaction lol so pls be kind to me >.< i feel like this was too long so i apologize, but nonetheless Enjoy <33

Woojin:

Literally a teddy bear

He's so cuddly its crazy

Like he may not seem like it but he really loves cuddling with you

But only when yall are alone

I think he’s moderately clingy(?)

Like he’s down to hold your hand in front of his members but he gets embarrassed when you kiss him in public

A lot of forehead and temple kisses

Radiates husband energy

Like he's big husband material right there

Many picnic dates or just walking outside by the river

He will use his angelic voice to his advantage

He will serenade you with his guitar or piano

And every single time you melt

Literally gives bear hugs

And not the suffocating type

When he engulfs you into his arms you feel warm inside

And both of you love it

fighting

He’s the oldest so he’ll be a bit calm and collected when it comes to fighting

He would want to settle things down completely

Like there’s no way either one of you is going to bed mad at each other

It just wouldn’t feel right

If it was his fault he’ll quickly apologize and be the bigger person and will make it up to you with a cute gift

If it was your fault he’ll instantly (and reasonably) forgive you and shower you with kisses

He just doesn’t want to fight with you

Also

He’s just the right amount of jealous you feel?

He’ll leave you alone and let you have your freedom

But if anyone gets too close to your liking, you best know he’ll be right by your side

And that’s why you’re so grateful for him

Because he’s always there

Chan:

A really caring boyfriend

Always puts you first

Like always

But then again he’s a busy guy, given that he’s a leader of an idol group and all

And you get that

So you’ll normally spend some time with him in the studio

And you don’t mind because you love seeing him be so passionate about something he loves

But he would feel bad for making you stay with him so every once in a while he may take you somewhere fancy

He’s someone to give lots of back hugs

Most of the time he’ll back hug you unexpectedly because he thinks you being surprised is absolutely adorable

And the nicknames oh my god

yALLREADY KNOW about ‘baby girl’

He’s gonna call you that a lot

Fighting

Fights will mostly be about him and his well being

The fact that he isn’t taking care of himself even if he’s saying he is just makes you a tad bit frustrated

And when you try to talk some sense into him, he also grows irritated because he’s so exhausted with everything

Which is why he may be a BIT stubborn when it comes to arguments

But he’ll later realize how childish he's being

He might unintentionally raise his voice, but will immediately soften up when he sees you tense

Whether or not it’s his fault, he’ll apologize nonetheless

He's a mature guy so he’s good at handling situations like this

But fighting isn’t common so luckily he doesn't have to deal with it often

He will end the fight by pulling you close and kissing you forehead

“Im sorry babygirl”

Ever so often he’ll let you listen to his unfinished works to get your opinion

He just wants you by his side because it gives him a sense of comfort

Minho:

He has a lot of difficulties showing his emotions, but he’s really so loving towards the people he loves

especially you

You both tend to tease each other a lot, but that’s just how you guys are

Pda and all that lovey dovey stuff may seem a bit awkward, but when he’s in need of attention, he’ll just cling on to you and not say anything

And you would have to shower him with affection to get him satisfied

And don’t worry, he’ll gladly return the favor in a blink of an eye

He tends to show his feelings physically

Like have you seen him with his members?

He will be all up in your face

Will love laying on your lap

Or he’ll just try to purposely annoy you because that's how his brain supposedly works

Fighting

You guys would bicker a lot, and you wouldn’t really have actual fights, but there would be times when it would get serious

The cause would either be because of jealousy or he has been neglecting you

By neglecting you, i mean him not really showing any emotion toward you

It may take a while, but he will apologize

When he’s forgiven hell jump into bed with you and just hold you tight

If it’s you who’s apologizing, he wouldn’t really ‘say’ that he’s forgiven you

He would silently pull you close and kiss you

But that action alone will say a lot

Once again he's a jealous boy, so don’t be surprised if he holds onto your waist a bit tighter than before and clenches his jaw when you walk by some guys

Or a guy

Really he wouldn’t explicitly say that he’s jealous

He’ll just drop subtle hints

“That guy had big muscles don’t you think?”

But in the end you always tell him you love him and it makes him feel a whole lot better

But other than that he can be straightforward with other things

That’s why his members call him a statue

Because he tends to be soulless and poker-faced most of the time

Even when he’s trying not to be

But deep down you know how much of a softie your boyfriend can get

Changbin:

He’s honestly such a cute bean

Will try to act all tough and ‘tsundere’ like but you both know he can’t keep that up

He’s actually really cheesy and clingy

And sometimes he can be a handful, but it's alright

He always gets picked on by his members about his height

So if you are shorter than him he is not going to let that opportunity of teasing you pass

He will snicker as he compares your heights

But of course you can’t let his cockiness get the best of him

So the other 8 members have your back and torment the poor boy

‘Wait that’s not even fair i'm being outnumbered!’

‘y/n, you were supposed to be on my side!’

He wants to impress you so he’ll invite you over and flex his rap skills

And 100% of the time he succeeds

Because you can never get over his flow

Fighting

This guy is also really insecure so he’ll be pretty jealous and that’s mostly the cause of your fights

He’s afraid that he isn’t good enough and that he doesn’t deserve you

And that is absolutely not true

He’ll mostly cry only because he hates fighting with you

But of course he’s not gonna show it

He is someone who needs to recollect himself and will probably need some time by himself

And that’s when he’ll let it all out

He’ll feel embarrassed if he cries in front of you

So he tries his best to not cry when you’re near

When he’s calm he’ll apologize

And you give in quickly

Thank goodness

He just wants a bit of attention

Ok maybe a lot of attention

Because as much as he says he loves dark

Hes babie

Hyunjin:

Your typical ulzzang boyfriend

He’ll take you to cute cliche dates

Cute walks at the park with ice cream

Also we all know how much he loves photography

He will take so many selfies with you and him

His phone is just filled with him and you doing stuff together

And occasionally some kkami pics

But mostly you two

He’ll bring you to the practice room and show you his dance moves

And possibly he’ll teach you some too

When he’s all sweaty he’ll tease you and try to hug you but you’ll run away from him

And most of the time it’ll end in play fighting

He’s gonna hug you either way and you start hitting him

But then again he can’t help it

Because he’s also really clingy and in need of your touch 25/8

Fighting

Alright so ALL know hyunjin can be a petty bITCH

no cap

He fights with his members so there will be times where he may fight with you

But obviously it’s not as violent you know

Nothing physical

What yall are fighting about is probably stupid or small

He just tends to over exaggerate things which makes it become serious

And when he’s mad he can get pretty sarcastic and it gets kinda scary

Will most likely roll his eyes and give you the cold shoulder

You normally have to apologize first or make a move in order for him to apologize back

Almost all the time he’ll feel bad ignoring you so he’ll end up crying when you go up to him

He’ll spend his entire week not leaving your side

As a way to make it up to you

Did I mention he was clingy af?

Likes to wrap one arm around your shoulders

Doesn’t really say it out loud but he loves the height difference

He’ll subtly make things harder for you just to see you slightly frustrated

He finds it cute

Like he’d put things on the top shelf so you can call him to get it

“Babe can you please help me?”

“I don’t know, can I?”

“Hyunjin!”

Jisung:

A cheeky mf

Loves to go out on dates, but if it’s anything scary, he’s gone

Expect many karaoke dates

He’ll try serenading you singing all up in your face

But you’ll just roll your eyes and laugh at how cringy he’s being

Cuddles for days

He loves to show affection and get attention so he’ll always be with you so you can drop small compliments to make him happy

And it does

He’s really good with his words so the sweet nothings he’ll tell you often make you blush

And it’s surprising how quickly he makes them up on the spot

His freestyle skills are being put into good use am i right?

Once again he craves for attention so give him lots of praise

Oh and he keeps saying he’ll protect you or whatever but if you take him to a haunted house or anything related to that, he’ll hide behind you the entire time

He’s just a wimp

Likes to give you pet names

“Baby” is a regular though

Just somewhere along those lines

He tends to lay on your lap so you can play with his hair

If he falls asleep you normally take your chance and braid his hair so he wakes up looking like a 5 year old girl

Fighting

Petty bitch #2

Just like hyunjin, jisung doesn’t really let his guard down

Because he’s good with words it’s difficult to win an argument with him

Even if he knows he’s wrong he’ll try his best to make him sound right

His pride tends to take over him and he’s aware that it’s a bad habit

He tries to fix himself because he doesn’t want to hurt or scare you

But when he’s really angry he will go oFF

He’s one of those types to realize what he’s done right after he’s done it

He’s quick to regret

So unlike changbin, if he ever scares you, he’ll immediately run up to you

He’d carefully hold you and repeatedly apologize

He’s a big cryer as well

Even if it’s in front of you his eyes will be bawling

And of course you forgive him

Yall will just end up on the couch or in bed holding each other but not utter a word

Felix:

Ok this boy is the sweetest

He’s extremely caring and gentle to all

He tends to show his love physically

Whether it’d be hand-holding, kissing, hugging, touching you in general, you name it

It explains why he's so mf clingy

And you mf love it

Every once in a while he’ll give you gifts for no reason

Such as a promise ring

He has one to match as well

He wears it everyday and gets all giddy when he sees you wear it too

Staying up to watch him play games is a regular

He always keeps the spare controller open because he wants you to join

And you do

Except most of the time you don't know how to play

At first he’d laugh at how terrible you are and would kill you every game to see you pout

But when he sees that you actually wanna play for him he gets soft and eventually teaches you the controls

Will die on purpose to see your face light up

Fighting

Okay lowkey this guy can be scary

He tries not to raise his voice, but his deep tone still sends shivers down your spine

Fighting may result in him cursing loudly in english (assuming yall are speaking korean)

But not at you

Never would he curse at you

Just out of frustration

When he sees you tear up he calms down a little and sighs

Without speaking he’ll open his arms out to you and will embrace you tightly

He’d say sorry and will try not to cry in front of you to stay strong

But if he does he won’t show it

So he’ll bury his face in the crook of your neck so you won't see his tears

He just really hates fighting with you so it makes him sad

but don’t worry, fighting is a rare occurance

he’s really energetic most of the time, so be prepared

will love running around and yelling

he’s like a hyper 12 year old

and its cute

Seungmin:

Oh this guy

He’s a bubbly boyfriend

You’d describe him as a hyper puppy and the name fits him well

His face lights up when he’s with you and it’s so cute

The members are lowkey freaking out because the boy acts so mean to them

They literally think he’s a different person when you’re around

It’s because he acts as if you’re made of glass

Like anyone can tell that you’re so precious to him

And hOODIES FOR DAYS

Seungmin’s wardrobe is literally full of hoodies so you have a great amount of them

Like when he’s sorting his clothes, he’d have a separate pile for you

It would be all the clothes he’s willing to lend to you

Similar to hyunjin, his camera roll would be full of you

But the thing that makes him and hyunjin different is that it won’t be selfies

It's just pictures of you and the scenery

But he knows you’re the real view (gag)

The candid photos are his favorite because it really captures your natural beauty

He can stare at your pics for hours as creepy as it sounds

You get embarrassed but he hypes you up and calls you beautiful

And unlike han, the boy doesn’t really get scared easily so he can ACTUALLY protect you if yall are doing something slightly terrifying

But that’s after he laughs at your scared reaction

Which brings me to my next point

Occasionally he likes to tease you

A little pranks here and there

And he’s so glad that you can take a joke

Because you’ll always get your revenge

Which is why there’s never a day when your relationship gets boring

Fighting

Honestly I can't picture having a major fight with seungmin

But it would probably because he did or said something that really crossed the line

He’d get very defensive with hints of sarcasm

He wouldn’t necessarily yell or scream

He’d slightly raise his voice, though, to get his point through

When he gets to his boiling point, however, he would leave the room to blow off some steam

He’d use the time to really reflect what he’s done

When he comes back he’ll immediately go to you and hug you

He hates when you fight

He would very much prefer the small bickering any day

Jeongin:

Oh this precious gem

You and i.n would be in the honeymoon stage but not really

Like you guys are very comfortable with each other, but you are still lovey dovey, you feel?

But of course he won’t do the cute stuff in front of the members

holding your hand is an exception, but that’s it

He’ll get too flustered in front of them and he doesn’t want to be teased

He’s super cuddly and cuddles will often result in play fighting

He’s also super super giggly

You live for his laughs

It just brings an immediate smile to your face

Like who doesn’t adore him?

Dates are either really exciting or really chill and relaxing

Like amusement parks and karaoke rooms on one hand and staying inside to sleep or play video games on the other

But if yall are inside it’ll either be at your place or at his when the members are gone

He’s just way too shy

Hoodies for days part tWO

He’ll be the type to give you his baggy clothes

The way you look small in them makes him feel a bit more manly as if you’re his responsibility

He’s so used to being baby-ed that he wants to be the man for once

You have an unlimited supply of his hoodies

Its great

Plus jeongin loves when you give it back and your scent just marks the entirety of the fabric

It smells like home and he finds comfort in it

Just like how you find comfort when you can smell his cologne

Seriously it sounds weird, but trust me it’s cute

Obviously, he won’t tell you that he loves your perfume because he thinks he’ll make it awkward

But it's just something he looks forward to when you’re exchanging his hoodies

Fighting

Even though he is the youngest, jeongin tries to be mature

He’s very understanding so fights will be rare

But then again he’s also extremely reserved

He’ll keep his negative feelings bottled up until he can’t take it anymore

He won’t really yell, he’ll just keep talking and talking

And he won’t let you interrupt because this boy has a lot to say

Arguments usually happen because he takes his anger out on you unintentionally

So he’ll apologize when he sees your widened eyes

He’ll soften up and will say sorry quietly before kissing your forehead

He might cry as well because he will feel so bad

But you hush him as you hug his body tightly, telling him that it’s okay

Everything is okay.

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mf-despair-queen · 7 years

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VIP Package - Drummer!Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Drummer!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 10,128

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Fingering, Spanking, Sneaking Around to Fuck

Notes: Drummer Dylan does things to me y’all. Send help. Special thanks to @writing-obrien because she was a sweet pea and proofread this for me while I am trying not to fall asleep. Because we all know not to let me proofread when I’m sleepy.

You let out a loud scream, sliding around your apartment as soon as you saw the news. You were thankful your roommate wasn’t home right now. She would be laughing her ass off, watching you practically dancing with joy.

You had just seen the latest news for your all-time favorite band, The Teen Wolves. Silly name for most, but you knew the origin behind the name. The boys in the band had been friends since they were young, and actually started a band when they were in their early teens. They played at every venue for their high school because they were that good. Their high school mascot was a wolf. Thus, they had dubbed themselves the Teen Wolves. They didn’t make it big until a few years ago, after their hit “Beacon in the Hills” made number one on the charts for three months straight.

You had fallen in love with the band since their early recording days, before they were chart toppers. You loved their music from the first time you stumbled across one of their videos on YouTube. Plus, they were all great to look at. Seriously, who wouldn’t want to stare at three handsome as fuck guys while they play?

The leader of the group was Tyler, though everyone called him T-Pose. He was the group’s lead vocal and guitarist. He was the youngest of the three, but he definitely had the biggest personality. He was outgoing and never afraid to have a good time, in and out of the public eye.

The bassist of the group was Daniel. Don’t let his baby face fool you. He was the oldest of the group, but one of the sweetest for sure. He held a few years on the other boys, and acted as their guidance from the beginning, as he had been playing since he was young. They respected him, but he respected them back equally as much.

Then, your favorite. The drummer: Dylan. The moment you saw him on your computer screen, you had fallen head over heels in love with the silly boy. He was the goofiest of the three, but he was the purest of souls. He always did his best to please his fans, never turning people down if they asked him for an autograph on the streets. You had seen a Vlog by him once that talked about how he didn’t like being treated differently because he was this musician with growing fame. He said how he was just a normal person, but he liked making his fans happy.

They didn’t tour often, even when they released a new album. So, this was big to you, especially since their final stop was here, where you lived. They were going to be playing less than 20 minutes from your apartment, and you knew you had to go the moment you saw the locations listed.

You heard the front door close, and the clatter of keys in the dish signaling the return of your roommate and best friend, Holland. She stopped in the entrance to the living room, seeing you bouncing on your toes, staring at her with wide eyes. She laughed, shaking her head as she kicked off her heels.

“What’s got you hyped up on sugar today?” She asked, sitting on the couch and tucking her feet under her. You grabbed your laptop, skidding over next to her and flopping onto the couch. “Calm down there, tiger. Why are you so eager?”

You opened to the website, the big bold text reading “2017 SUPERNATURAL PHENOMENON WORLD TOUR” sprawled across the top of the page. “Holl, The Teen Wolves are going on tour for the first time in like…3 years! And look,” you scrolled down, pointing at the listing for your hometown. “They’re playing here! Can you believe it?!”

Holland shook her head, laughing at your enthusiasm. “I should have known it had to do with them. They are all you talk about.” You watched her get up, heading to the kitchen to grab a drink. “Have you looked at the ticket prices yet? Maybe we can go. I can request that day off,” she hollered.

You blinked slowly, appalled that hadn’t yet. “No, I haven’t actually. I was just so excited about the fact that they will be playing that I didn’t even think to look at the tickets.”

Holland sat next to you, taking your laptop from your hands. “Well, let’s look then.” She clicked on the “purchase tickets” link, feeling you scoot closer to her side. You both scanned over the prices, your mouth falling open.

“They’re so expensive! The most reasonable prices are the ones in the boonies! I love them so much, but I would not be able to enjoy them from nosebleed alley!” You fell back on the couch, crying to yourself. “This isn’t fair. Why did I have to lose my job right before they announced this tour? I can’t afford this.”

Holland rubbed your leg in a comforting manner. “I can pay, you know. It would be worth it, even if it puts us close on the rest of the bills.”

You looked up at Holland’s caring look, smiling sadly at her. “No, no. It’s ok. Being able to live is more important than me being able to see them. There’s always next time, right?”

Holland saw your crestfallen face, frowning at you. “Come on, honey. We can find a way to make this work! Who knows when you’ll be able to see them again.”

You slid off the couch, taking your laptop from her lap, closing it carefully. “It’s fine, Holl. Seriously. I’m going to head to bed now. I will see you in the morning.”

She watched you head down the hall, hearing the click of your door as it shut. She let out a long sigh, pulling her phone out of her purse. She scrolled through her contacts for a second, glancing up at your door to make sure you hadn’t come back out. She clicked on the name, putting the phone to her ear, listening to it ring.

“Holland? You realize it’s like…2 AM for me right now, right?” The voice on the other end mumbled, sounding kind of tired.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. But I need a big favor, Dyl.”

You scrubbed at the plate in your hands, still feeling depressed about the who concert ordeal. You watched the tickets sell out in close to an hour, sadly realizing how close you had been to being able to go but losing out on that chance in an instance. You missed your one chance, watching it slip down the drain, out of your grasp.

You sighed, putting the plate down and turning off the water. Your leaned on the sink, mumbling to yourself. “It’s fine, Y/N. Maybe next time. It’s not like this is their last tour.” You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts.

“Y/N? Are you home?” You heard Holland yell from the front door.

“In the kitchen!” You shouted back, sitting at the table. She skipped in happily, ignoring the look you sent her. “What’s got you so happy?”

She leaned on the table, flashing her pearly whites in a big smile. “How much do you love me?”

You blinked, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest. “That depends. Did you bring booze? Or did you blow your entire paycheck on shoes again?”

Holland stuck her tongue out at you. “Ha, ha. Very funny. You’re a real riot.” She placed a bag on the table, sitting across from you. “Of course I brought booze. But that’s not the reason I’m asking.”

You pulled the bottle of Moscato from the bag, licking your lips. “Okay. You brought the good stuff. I will acknowledge whatever you have to say.” She rolled her eyes, pulling out an envelope from her purse and sliding it across the table at you. You eyed it, picking it up slowly. It was a blank envelope, so you had no idea what this was about. “What the fuck is this, Holl?”

“Just open it, loser,” she laughed, getting up to grab some wine glasses. You eyed her once, gently tearing the envelope open. You dumped the contents onto the table, seeing two badges sitting in front of you. The word “VIP” was printed across the item, your eyes furrowing in confusion. You picked one up, turning it over to see the Teen Wolves logo.

Your mouth feel open, shifting your stare between her and the badges constantly. “What the…HOW DID YOU GET THESE? They didn’t have any VIP packages available for any of their tours! Are these even real? What the fuck is going on?!”

Holland laughed, opening the Moscato and pouring two glasses. “They are real.”

You gaped at her, your body shaking. “B-but how?”

She shrugged, sitting down with her glass in her hand. “I made a call to the right person is all.” She noticed you still staring, sighing. “I called Dylan and asked him for a hookup for the concert, ok?”

“Um,” you stammered, leaning on the table, “excuse me, bitch. You called Dylan? As in Dylan O’Brien? Drummer for the band I idolize?” She nodded, your eyes widening. “You’re joking, right? How the fuck…”

“I’ve known all of them since I was in high school. They’re some of my best friends.”

You fell from your chair in shock. “And you never thought to mention this?!”

She sighed, swirling her wine in the glass. “This is why I never mentioned it. I didn’t want people to bug me because I’m friends with them. To me, they’re just Dylan, Tyler and Daniel, you know? I also knew you would freak out like this if you knew.” She took a sip, watching you readjust in the chair. “But I saw how sad it made you about the tickets, so I asked Dyl if he could hook us up with some seats. I didn’t think he would send us this. He said that we get in early for their sound check, you can browse merchandise crowd-free, we get backstage access, and get to watch the show from the best seats ever: right alongside them. But you know the best part?” You blinked, shaking your head. “Exclusive meet and greet.”

You stopped breathing for a second, mentally analyzing her words. ‘Exclusive meet and greet.’ You were going to meet them. Something no one else got to do. You let out a scream, nearly tackling Holland into a hug across the table. “You are literally the best friend any girl could ask for! I’m mad that you never told me you personally knew the love of my life, but I don’t even care right now! I love you, Holland!”

She pats your back, laughing at your reaction. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Now drink wine with me, hoe.”

You nearly fell out of Holland’s car as you arrived at the concert arena, staring at the giant building in awe. Your heart was hammering away at your chest, and you were surprised it hadn’t jumped out just yet. Holland laughed, locking the car and linking her arm with yours.

“Let’s go, babe. Tyler said to head to the security entrance and they will escort us to the merchandise area first. Then they will take us in for sound check.” You nodded happily, nearly dragging Holland away. Both of your pairs of heels clicked along the asphalt of the parking lot, guys stopping to watch you guys walk by. You subtly look down at your outfit, regretting wearing the outfit Holland had forced you into. You wore the tightest jeans you owned that showed off your ass and a tight red tank top hiding the extreme push-up bra that Holland had to literally force onto your chest.

You stopped walking, Holland looking back at you. “Maybe this is a bad idea, Holl. I’m not dressed for this. I’m ugly and they’re going to look at me weird and-“

She cut you off, pulling you into a tight hug. “Stop doubting yourself. You’re beautiful. Plus, these guys couldn’t hate a single soul, especially based off of how you look. They’re going to love you because you are the brilliant, Y/N, their number one fan!”

You smiled, hugging her back tightly. “How did I ever wind up with a best friend like you? You’re going to make me cry.”

She pulled away quickly, wagging her finger. “Don’t you dare cry! It took me hours to do your makeup!” You both let out a laugh, bypassing the long line that had formed as you headed for the security door. “Now, once we get in there, please promise me you will not freak out on them. They are just normal guys, alright? I don’t want to hear it later that you passed out in front of them.”

“No guarantees.”

She rolled her eyes, flashing the VIP badges to the person at the door. He gestured you both to follow him, guiding you down a long hallway until you reached the main lobby. It was empty, aside from the long tables with merchandise available for purchase. Your eyes widened, letting go of Holland to swarm the table.

“Oh my god, Holl! I want everything!” You took out your wallet, the merchant shaking his head. You gave him a curious look. “What?”

“I was instructed to give you whatever you wanted by the boss. Said you were a special VIP and that we should accommodate you.” You gaped at the man, instantly listing off the things you wanted. You had asked him twenty times if he was sure you didn’t need to pay him anything, and he assured you it was on the house. He bagged your stuff, gesturing you away with a sweet smile and wave.

You skipped back over to Holland, who was laughing at you hugging the bag to your chest. “Remind me to yell at them for giving you such freedom with all of this.” You, however, were elated, not bothering to respond to her snarky comment. “Let’s go. I poked my head in and they are about to start the sound check. We need to get in there soon so you can actually meet the guys.”

You squealed happily, running as fast as you could in heels into the arena, staring up at the large stage. You saw Tyler standing there, tuning a guitar while some technicians tested the equipment around him. He heard the clatter of your heels, looking up to see you and Holland standing there.

“Holl!” He shouted, setting the guitar down and jumping off the stage. He pulled her into a hug, spinning her around. “Long time no see, girly!” He put her down gently, turning to you. “And you must be Y/N! We’ve heard so many great things about you, especially that you are such a big fan. It’s great to finally meet you.” You stood staring, flabbergasted at the man in front of you. You extended a sweaty, shaky hand, Tyler laughing and pulling you into a quick hug instead. “You guys made it just in time. Dyl and Dan are in the back still, but should be out soon.”

As if on cue, Daniel came sliding onto the stage, nearly crashing over the set of drums. The cymbals clattered together loudly as he caught himself on them before he fell, a laugh escaping his mouth. You stared with wide eyes, two of your idols in front of you. All you needed now was Dylan and your life would officially be perfect.

“Dammit, Dan! Don’t touch my fucking drums!”

Dylan walked onto the stage, his honey-brown eyes flashing with anger at his friend. He was currently shirtless, holding a black shirt in his hands. You stared longingly at his broad chest and sexy abs, taking note of the patches of hair that were present on his chest and stomach, leading into his dark blue jeans. He had muscular arms, and you could only imagine what it would be like to be wrapped up in them. His hair was slightly disheveled in his usual style, sticking up perfectly.

“Holy shit. Dylan is hotter in person,” you said aloud before you could stop yourself. Holland and Tyler let out a loud laugh, causing you to blush a bright red. Dylan looked over at you, a smirk forming on his face as he trailed his gaze over you.

“You’re not too bad yourself, sweet cheeks,” He said, in the flirtiest tone you had ever heard. Your cheeks lit up even more, your whole body heating up. You weren’t sure what you were more flustered about, him calling you sweet cheeks or him saying you weren’t “too bad.”

Tyler hopped back on stage, punching Dylan in the arm. “Put on your shirt dude. We are in the presence of two true beauties! They don’t want to stare at your fugly mug.”

“I beg to differ, T-Pose,” Dylan laughed, glancing at you once more. He slipped the shirt over his head, sitting at the drums while Daniel grabbed his bass. Tyler gestured you both on stage, offering a hand to help you up the stairs. Holland started talking to Tyler while you slipped closer to Dylan, watching him tap a simple rhythm on the drums. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, sending you a small smile. “Do you want to try?”

You blushed, Dylan holding the sticks out to you. You took them, your fingers brushing with his. They were soft, but sent a spark through your entire body. Dylan didn’t make a motion to move from his seat, confusing you. “I can’t really try if you are right there.”

He laughed, leaning back slightly on the seat. “Of course you can. You can sit on my lap.” You gaped at him, ready to decline when his hands gripped your waist, pulling you onto his lap. Your shirt was pushed up slightly as you felt his warm, muscular arms wrap around your waist tightly. “Now, play away, princess.”

Your palms were sweaty, nearly dropping the sticks. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, his lips pressing against it softly. Your mouth was dry, trying to focus on the instrument in front of you, but your mind kept wandering to the handsome man holding you. You finally tapped an uneven beat on the drums, listening to Dylan laugh in your ear.

“Princess, that’s not how you do that,” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His hand wrapped around yours, holding them tightly. You felt how large his hands were compared to yours, looking down at the veins that protruded from them. He carefully guided your hands, leading you into a steady beat of a song they normally played. You felt him smile against your ear, his tongue grazing your earlobe when he licked his lips. “See. This is how you do it.”

You looked back at him, your eyes locking with his. “You’re um…very talented,” You stammered, noticing how close he was to you. His smiled, letting go of your hand to brush some hair behind your ear.

“You’re not too bad yourself, princess.” He smiled, taking the sticks from your hands, and playing a faster beat, you still trapped on his lap. Daniel was watching you guys closely, a large smile on his lips, playing along to the beat, on his bass. The two played casually until Tyler walked over with Holland, cutting the boys off.

“Alright. They want to start letting people in to get seated. Let’s show the girls to their spot so we can finish getting ready.” Daniel and Dylan nodded back at him. Dylan helped you off his lap, his fingers tracing small circles on the exposed skin of your stomach. You stared at him for a second, getting lost in his eyes. “Let’s go, Y/N!”

You shook your head, running after Tyler quickly, not daring to spare Dylan another glance. “Coming, coming.”

Tyler situated you guys on the side of the stage, in perfect view of where they would be performing. He excused himself, running off further backstage. Holland sent you a look, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “So, you and Dyl seem to be hitting it off. I can smell a romance some day!”

A pink hue dusted your cheeks, shoving her lightly. “Ha, ha, very funny. He’s just being nice, Holl. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick before the show starts.”

She waved you off, pulling her phone out. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get lost. The show starts in a half hour.”

You wandered off towards the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door completely. You just needed to get away for a few, taking a couple deep breathes to calm your nerves. You leaned on the sink, looking at yourself in the mirror. “Ok Y/N. Stay calm. It’s just your favorite band of all time playing. And you have the best seats in the house. You can do this without fainting.” You thought back to the short time you were with Dylan already, your body getting hot. You remember how he played the drums perfectly with you on his lap, the way he banged the sticks on the drums. You let out a small moan at the memory. “God, he can play my drums like that any day.”

“Is that so, princess?”

The voice startled you, turning towards the door as it clicked shut. Dylan leaned against it casually, locking it behind him. “Holy shit, Dylan. You scared me. Don’t sneak up on me like that!”

He laughed, making his way closer to you. “Well, maybe you should make sure the door is closed before using the restroom, even if you are just talking to yourself.” He stopped in front of you, your back pressed into the sink. He bit his lip, looking down at you. “So, I can bang your drums, eh?”

You blushed, trying to get out an answer. “I-I…what makes you think I was talking about you? Maybe I was talking about…m-my b-boyfriend! Yeah. My boyfriend…Ian…”

Dylan chuckled, licking his lips. “Well that’s funny. Considering Holland told me once that you were single because no guy could reach your standards.” He leaned closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. “Tell me. Where do I stand on your level of standards?”

Your breath hitched, your mind going blank as you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. He groaned quietly, his hand gripping your waist and pulling you closer. His lips pushed against yours harder, melding with yours perfectly. Your hands tangled in his shirt, tugging at the fabric as a sign for more. He grinned, his tongue flicking across your lips in the middle of the kiss, slipping it into your mouth when you gasped in surprise.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Here you were, making out with your idol, the love of your life. The man you idolized and had a crush on through your computer for the last four years. You pulled away, feeling his lips travel down your jaw to your neck, nipping at it softly. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your head falling back to allow him more access to your sweet spots. “This is crazy, Dylan.”

He licked at the juncture between your neck and shoulder, feeling you shudder. “Well, I can think of something crazier. But only if you’re up for it. And we have to be quick. I gotta get back for the show.” You nodded before you fully understood what you were agreeing to, feeling Dylan smile into your neck. “Good. Now, keep quiet for me, okay, princess?”

You blinked, feeling his fingers trail down your sides, fiddling with the button on your jeans. You blushed, watching him closely as he popped the button, getting down on his knees to tug the tight clothes down your legs. They pooled around your ankles, unable to come off completely because of your heels. He dropped to his knees, dabbing his tongue at the wet material of your thong.

“You’re so wet already, baby. I’ve barely done anything to you. Do I turn you on just by looking at you?” He looked up at you through his lashes, his eyes holding a taunting glint. You could barely breath, nodding your head rapidly at him. “Damn, really? And you haven’t even seen the best parts of me.” You choked on air, almost collapsing when your legs turned to jelly at his words. “Hey, careful there. Why don’t you sit down?”

His hands grabbed your ass, standing up quickly and lifting you off the ground. You squealed in surprise, his strong arms holding you up easily as he shuffled over to the toilet, skillfully using one foot to close the lid before placed you on it. You sunk back on it, adjusting into a comfortable position while Dylan dropped down in front of you again, running his fingers along your thighs. You bit back a moan.

“Dyl, you said we had to go fast. You are not going fast right now.” You grinned down at him, seeing him cast you a dark look, his eyes filled with lust.

“You want to cum that quickly, huh, baby?” You blushed brightly, Dylan laughing at the look on your face. “I thought so.” He tugged once on the strap of your thong, gesturing for you to lift your hips so he could slide it down. You complied, feeling the soaked material slide down your legs, Dylan pushing your knees apart when the material join your jeans. His mouth watered at the sight of your dripping core. “Of, god, baby. I’m going to make you cum so hard. You will be begging for a second round after the show.”

You didn’t stifle your moan this time, letting your voice bounce off the bathroom walls. “Fuck, Dyl. Just hurry up and do something. Or are you all talk and no game?” He smirked, placing soft kisses up both of your thighs, deliberately avoiding your aching pussy. “God dammit Dyl! Just hurry up and do something!”

“So needy, baby. I will only comply if you promise to scream my name when you cum.” You nodded without a second thought, feeling him smile against the skin of your thigh. “Good.” He moved forward quickly, licking a long stripe along your folds. You moaned loudly, his tongue licking at all of your escaped juices before it buried into your pussy. His nose pressed against your clit, rubbing at it whenever he lurched forward, his tongue thrusting deep into your walls. It swirled around inside of you, leaving no spot on your walls untouched, no bit of your juice being left unclaimed by his mouth.

“Oh god, Dyl. I only dreamt of this. I didn’t know you would be this good,” You mumbled, your body shaking with happiness. He grinned at your words, easily hearing your low grumbles in the silent room. His mouth wrapped around your pussy, giving it small sucks while he licked you faster, pressing in as deep as he could. Your fingers threaded through his hair, giving him a small tug up until his mouth moved to your clit, nibbling and sucking at the swollen nub. “Shit!”

He chuckled softly, blowing at the nub a few times before he wrapped his lips around it, flicking his tongue repeatedly. Your body quivered, your moans growing louder and more frequent. He was proud of the noises he was making you release, but was unsatisfied that you were not screaming for him yet. He figured he had to do something to get you to the edge faster. He used one hand to keep your knees apart, his fingers pressing into your skin tightly, while the other slid up leg, his middle finger slipping inside of your pussy before you realized what was happening. You squealed at the intrusion, feeling his skilled finger thrust into you wildly, his motions quick and strong.

“Holy shit Dyl. More. Please.” You mewled, tugging at the roots of his hair eagerly. He silently obeyed, slipping a second finger into you and thrusting into you quickly, brushing his fingers against your sweet spot every time. His lips tugged at your clit, smothering it with his tongue. His never faltered for a second, listening to your mewls of pleasure turn into screams of pure ecstasy when he curled his fingers the slightest bit, pounding your pussy relentlessly. “Right there! Oh, god I’m going to cum!”

He bit your clit once, shoving his fingers in to the brim until you were writhing before him, your fingers clutching his hair tightly, your toes curling in your heels. Your legs shook and your back arched off the toilet, you head falling back as you released the filthiest scream you could, mentally hoping no one heard you. Dylan felt your fluids coat his fingers, lathering your pussy walls so he could easily help you ride out your high. Your mind blanked briefly, enjoying the feeling of your orgasm wash over your body.

You slumped against the toilet as you relaxed, eyes closed as you felt Dylan pull his fingers from you. You cracked them open at him, seeing him lick his fingers clean, savoring the juices that covered them. “Damn, baby. You taste good.” He stood over, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself on him, moaning softly at the erotic move. He pulled away, hearing you whimper dissatisfied. “I know, baby. You want more. But I have a show to play in,” he glanced at the watch he wore, “15 minutes. T-Pose and Dan are probably wondering where the hell I am. So, we will have to save the rest for later.” He gave you a wink, quickly leaving the bathroom, the door shutting with a soft ‘click’.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Holy fuck. What the fuck just happened?” You took a moment to think back, realizing how fast everything just happened. “Did Dylan O’Brien just…eat me out? Holy shit, he did. I can die happy now.” You shakily got up, fixing your thong and jeans, glancing at yourself in the mirror. “At least my make-up is ok. Holl would kill me.”

You hurried out, heading back to Holland, knowing she was wondering if you fell in the toilet at this point. She glanced at you when you sat next to her, giving you a look. “Did you die in there?”

You gave a sarcastic laugh, sticking your tongue out at her. “Ha, ha. I just had to get my fangirling out before the show. I just met my dream band and didn’t freak out in front of them. I couldn’t contain myself any more. Better alone in the bathroom than in front of your friends, am I right?”

She nodded in agreement, turning back as the lights dimmed, the boys slinking on stage to start their concert.

“Thank you everyone for coming out to see us! We hope you enjoyed the show!” Tyler shouted, the crowd going wild at his words. The three boys waved at the crowd, running off the side of the stage towards you and Holland. Tyler tackled Holland into a hug, Holland scrunching her nose up at the sweaty male. “Did you guys enjoy the show?”

She pushed him again, adjusting her dress. “I did until you hugged me and covered me in your sweat. Nasty, Ty.” He laughed, pulling her into another hug, Daniel joining him. You sat there laughing at Holland’s look of displeasure until you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

“Did you enjoy the show, baby?” Dylan’s breath hit your ear, a shiver running through your body. You felt yourself getting wet just by feeling him against you, his body warm as it held you close.

“I did. You guys were amazing! Thank you for getting us tickets.” You turned in his arms, glancing up at him. “Though, you didn’t need to do the whole VIP thing. Just normal tickets would have been fine.”

He grinned, his eyes shifting to the others quickly. When he noticed them distracted, he placed a soft kiss to your lips, you both letting out a small groan from the spark you felt. “Well, only the best for you. We gotta treat our biggest fan to the best package in the world.”

You blushed, biting your lip. “Are you included in that package?” You almost regretted asking, knowing how dumb it sounded. But Dylan just smiled, pulling you into a tight hug. His lips pressed to the side of your face, whispering into your ear. “Only for you.” He pulled away, his hand reaching into his jeans to adjust himself. You saw a slight outline from his erect cock, blushing at it. Dylan walked over to the others, slinging his arm around Tyler’s shoulders. “T-Pose. We gotta show the girls a good time! They are our VIPs after all. We owe them a meet and greet.”

Tyler nodded, grabbing Holland’s hand while Dylan grabbed yours, Daniel leading you guys through the backstage halls. Tyler showed you guys different areas backstage, Daniel showing off things you had never seen. Dylan stuck close to your side, his fingers brushing with your occasionally. You could barely breathe every time you felt the tingle his fingers left on you, wanting to feel more of him.

Tyler tugged you guys into a photo studio, a camera crew already in place. “Photo time!” Tyler tugged everyone in for a group photo, then allowing everyone to take photos of their own. Your favorite was with Dylan, when he pressed his lips to your cheek in a sloppy kiss. Tyler and Daniel took it as a joke, laughing at it and giving taunting cat calls. Holland grinned, knowing you were dying inside. You fought back a blush, wanting to feel his lips on yours instead of your cheek.

After the photos, Tyler and Daniel led Holland away towards the dressing area because she wanted to see what it was like. You slowly walked behind them, unenthusiastic about the trip since you didn’t care for fashion like she did. You felt a swift tug of the hand, being pulled into a room quickly without the others seeing. The door closed behind you, your back pressed against it. Lips met yours in a messy kiss, fingers already pushing your tank top up.

“God you’re so sexy, baby. You were all I could think about during the show,” Dylan’s husky voice muttered into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. You moaned, tugging him closer by his tight black shirt. He groaned, pressing you harder into the door, ripping your shirt over your head in one shot. “You won’t be needing that anymore.”

You would normally react strongly to something like that, slapping the guy whenever they attempt it. But this was different. Dylan was different. You craved his touch, like a drug. He made you feel good, even with the simplest touch. Part of your mind nagged at you that he was possibly using you as a booty call, while the other part said he truly cared for you.

Dylan fumbled with the lock as his lips attached to yours again, tugging you away from the door and further into the room. You stumbled in your heels, trying to keep up with him, his tall stature making it hard to keep up with him and kiss at the same time. He grinned into the kiss, breaking away and licking his lips. His hands found their way to your waist, tugging you towards him. His arms wrapped around you, his forehead resting on yours.

“How are you so perfect?” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss to your lips once more. “Why did it take me so long to find a girl as amazing as you?”

You blushed, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base. “You’re pretty amazing yourself, Dyl. More amazing than I ever thought you would be.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Seriously. I mean really,” he glanced over your body, groaning as he adjusted himself in his tight jeans, “look at you. You’re smoking, baby. I want to fuck you so hard.” You stared at him, seeing his cheeks flame up instantly. “Shit! I didn’t mean to say that! That’s so awkward. We just met and I don’t want you think you’re an easy lay and-“

You pulled him down, covering his mouth with yours. He groaned into the kiss, backing you up until you hit something. You broke away, glancing down it, noticing the pool table your ass was pressed against, nearly sitting atop the green felt. “Dyl,” you murmured, feeling his light breath on your cheeks. He watched you curiously, softly rubbing your skin. “I want you to fuck me.”

He smirked at you, pressing you into the pool table, placing a messy kiss to your lips. His hands were immediately at your chest, rubbing circles on the exposed tops of your breasts. You moaned, tugging at the bottom of his black shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing you to pull the shirt off. You tossed it behind you, leaving it uncared for on some plastic plant as your traced your fingers along his toned muscles.

“Shit, Dyl. You’re so handsome,” You moaned, grabbing at his jeans and working on the button. His hands worked on your bra clasp, though he was obviously growing frustrated when he couldn’t get it.

“Why do you women have to wear this stupid thing. It’s impossible to get off, and blocks one of the best parts of the body.” You giggled, pushing him away just a bit, reaching back and undoing it yourself. You held it between two fingers, looking between the bra and his gaping mouth, his eyes locked on you. You dropped the bra to the floor, giving him a sweet smile.

“Whoops. It fell.” You leaned back into the table, your hands holding up your breasts and massaging them between your fingers. “For the record, we wear them for support. You don’t want these babies to get saggy, do you?”

He shook his head vigorously, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “No, but they shouldn’t be hidden by a trap like that. They’re too perfect for me not to love.” You blushed, feeling the kisses he placed on your neck. His hands replaced yours, gripping your breasts firmly. You could feel the callouses on his hands from drumming, but they were soft at the same. His plump lips left small marks along your neck, working their way to your collarbone and to the valley between your breasts.

Your hands laced through his hair, gripping at it tightly. Dylan’s lips wrapped around one of your nipples, your mewls hitting his ears. You tugged at his brown locks, looking down at him. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling of his tongue running over your nipple. He was pressed against you closely, his cock pressing against your leg and throbbing intensely.

“Someone’s a little happy down there,” You huffed out, moaning between your words. He pulsed once more, his mouth swapping between breasts. He massaged one with his hand, his mouth attacking the other, sucking roughly on the nipple. His tongue flicked over the bud, his teeth biting down on it. Every action caused his cock to jerk in his pants, obviously straining against the material. “You should get rid of those. You’re suffocating Dylan Jr.”

He released your nipple with a pop, resting his chin on your breast to look up at you. “Do not name my dick, please. That’s just weird.” He popped the button on your pants in one swift motion, giving you a smirk. “Besides, it isn’t fair if you still have your pants on.” His hand dipped inside our jeans, rubbing you through the thin material of your thong. He felt your arousal pooling around his fingers and his brisk touch, internally groaning. “And you’re fucking wet again. Shit.”

Your head fell back, failing to kick off your heels so he could remove your jeans completely. Dylan laughed, seeing you flailing under him. He pulled his hand from your jeans, dropping to his knees. He slowly removed your heels, placing them aside carefully. He then proceeded to pull your jeans down and a tantalizing pace, placing soft kisses to your inner thigh. He pulled the material from your ankles, tossing them aside shamelessly.

His nose nuzzled into the wet fabric of your thong, licking a stripe along it. You whined at him quietly. “Dyl, this isn’t fair. No games.”

He chuckled, pulling the thong off and sticking it in his back pocket. “No games? Ironic, considering you’re on top of a pool table.” He stood up, pulling you into a kiss, one finger slipping into your pussy. You shook at the intrusion, biting at his lip. You tried to rid him of his jeans, fumbling with the button. Your fingers weren’t functioning correctly, your mind unable to focus while he was fingering you quickly.

“Dammit, Dyl. Take off your pants and fuck me already,” You grumbled, tugging repeatedly at his jeans. He laughed, pulling his fingers from you. He unbuttoned his pants, kicked off his Vans, slid his jeans and boxers off and kicked them aside. You watched his giant cock slap his stomach, fully erect. “Oh. H-holy shit. Who knew you were so…”

Gigantic. Huge. Well endowed. Sexy. Hot. Capable of fucking a girl until she forgets her own name. Skilled with every part of your body that has touched mine already, so I’m sure your dick can do the same.

A million thoughts were running through your mind, unable to find the right word. You just stared at his cock, watching Dylan wrap his hand around it, gingerly stroking his length. You moaned, your mouth watering at the sight of the precum that dribbled from the tip. His thumb swiped at the tip, gathering the liquid and placing it at your mouth. You closed your eyes, wrapping your mouth around his thumb, your tongue running over his skin. It was salty, but sweet at the same time. Dylan groaned loudly, pulling away abruptly and running over to his jeans.

“Fuck. Wallet.” He fumbled with his pants, searching every pocket until he pulled out his wallet, pulling out a couple condoms. “Thank god Posey sticks a million of them in there at once.”

He ran back over, dropping one on a nearby table and tearing the other open with his teeth. You watched in awe as he rolled the rubber down his length, catching a glimpse at the wrapper as it fell to the floor. “XL? Fuck, you are huge.”

He chuckled, settling between your legs and aligning himself at your entrance. “Only the best for you, baby. Now,” he stared into your eyes, a glint in his lust-filled orbs. “Because you were impatient, You have to do what I say.” You hesitantly nodded. “Good. You can’t cum until I tell you it’s ok.”

Your mouth fell open, ready to protest when he slid inside, filling you to the brim. He buried himself to the hilt, hearing you loudly moan straight into his ear. You face buried in his neck, Dylan pausing to give you a second to adjust. When you started sucking at his neck, he knew you were ready.

He started off simple and slow, gently thrusting into you, hearing your tiny moans of pleasure. His thrusts got progressively faster, your noises getting louder with each passing second. He leaned you back, your teeth scraping against the skin on his neck roughly. He grunted in pain, grabbing his neck, keeping a steady pace. “Damn, baby. Careful with the teeth. Don’t damage the goods.”

You giggled, biting your lip to hold back your moans. “The goods?”

He leaned forward for a kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth instead when you went to meet him halfway. You whined, feeling him tug on your swollen lip. “Are you taunting me, princess? Do I need to teach you a lesson?”

You felt his hand dip down, picking up your leg, wrapping it around his waist. You sat further on the edge of the pool table, laying back while he thrust into you harshly. His movements were wildly, and hitting deep into your pussy with the new angle. You pulled him closer with your leg, his cock hitting your g-spot multiple times. You turned into a moaning mess, your walls clenching around him tightly and your breasts bouncing freely. Dylan was grunting, leveraging himself on the pool table to deliver rapid, powerful thrusts.

“Fuck, Dyl. I won’t last much longer like this,” you whined at him. His speed picked up even more, your leg being pulled over his shoulder. You let out a loud scream, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth.

“It’s ok, baby. This lounge room is soundproof. Why do you think I dragged you in here?” He panted, feeling your walls contracting regularly. “Remember, baby. You cum when I say you do.”

You felt the new angle he thrust at, your mind blanking out instantly. Black spots filled your vision, your orgasm flooding your body. You back arched off the pool table, your heel digging into Dylan’s shoulder. Your juices coated the condom he wore, making it easier to slide inside you. He groaned, feeling your walls close around him, watching you shake uncontrollably.

He pulled out before you could fully relax, being pulled off the table and turned around. Your chest was pressed against the felt, your fingers digging into the green fabric. Your pussy dripped still, your juices sliding down your legs and collecting on the floor. You felt alone, glancing over your shoulder to see Dylan gone.

“Dylan?” You whispered, still breathless from your orgasm. You got no response, but heard the faint sound of a zipper and a clattering of wood. You tried to sit up to see what he was doing, but your body would not cooperate. You groaned, resting your head against the table. “What are you doing?”

Dylan run a finger along your spine, goosebumps following its path. “I told you. You aren’t allowed to cum without my permission. Now I gotta punish you, princess.” You dared glance back at him, seeing him tossing two drumsticks into the air, catching them in his hands. He sent you a small smirk, tapping one on your ass, a loud smack reverberating around the room. You squealed, your eyes clenching shut. “I’m gonna play a beat. I want you to sing a little song for me.”

You didn’t fully understand what he meant, until a steady rhythm of smacks were placed to your ass with his drumsticks. They were hard, but not sickening to the touch. Your ass stung, tears welling in your eyes. You were mixed, pain and pleasure filling your abdomen. You bit your lips, trying to figure out what he was wanting.

“Come on, baby. Sing for me. I want to hear your beautiful voice.” One more hard smack, Dylan drumming on your skin. You squirmed, clawing at the table. “Please, Y/N,” he mumbled, a plea laced in his seductive tone.

Hearing him say your name was the sexiest thing you had heard all night. It wasn’t a pet name, or him trying to be snarky. It was him, saying your name. You moaned loudly, his name falling from your lips. He grinned, tossing the sticks aside, rubbing your stinging, red ass delicately. You whimpered in pain, Dylan mumbling small apologies.

“I know, baby. But god that was sexy.”

You turned to him, a pout on your lips. “I don’t know how I feel about that. It hurt like a mother. But…I’m slightly aroused.”

He chuckled, spreading your legs and running a finger along your core. “Oh yeah. You’re actually soaked again. I guess I need to take care of that.”

He aligned himself like before, sliding in from behind. You screamed his name, digging your face into the pool table. Your nails clawed at the felt, feeling Dylan pounding into you rapidly, bottoming out with each thrust. The angle was better than before, you both on a quick downward spiral to your climax. Dylan was hard and fast, his nail scratching at your bare back and occasionally tugging at your hair.

You were spewing a string of ‘fucks’, Dylan moaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him. “Fuck, baby. I think I’m gonna…” He faltered, your pussy closing around him and you let out a violent shake, cumming around him. Your pussy was warm, his cock pulsing eagerly with his own orgasm. His seed spilled into the condom, Dylan moaning your name, drawing out each syllable.

He leaned over you, rubbing your shoulders to help you relax, a content sigh from your lips. He pulled out of you, striping himself of the used rubber, tying it and tossing it. You eased up from the pool table, turning to Dylan. He was sweaty, but seemed to be glowing. You smiled at him, wobbling over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Hey, handsome.” You looked up at him, seeing him blushing and giving a cute, lopsided smile. You studied his expression, memorizing the look on his perfect face. You took note of the moles and freckles that littered his perfect jawline, and the tiniest bit of scruff that was on his chin. “You’re something else, Dylan.”

Her chuckled, hugging you close. Your chest pressed against his, feeling the increased heartbeat he had. You rested your head on him for a second, enjoying the embrace.

Until it was ruined by a certain “Dylan Jr” prodding at your core again.

You giggled, looking down at his erect cock. “He’s ready for round three.” Dylan groaned, jerking his cock slowly.

“I will just masturbate, babe. I don’t want to strain you.”

You grinned, pushing one finger to his chest, walking him backwards. The back of his legs met with a couch, Dylan falling back onto it. He watched you shuffle to the table to grab the spare condom he had. He slumped back into the couch, his eyes locked on you. You took a deep breath, tearing open the condom, fumbling with the slippery thing. He bit back a laugh, ignoring the glare you sent his way. You grabbed his cock, jerking him carefully in your hand.

“Shit, baby. That feels good. But not as good as your pussy. You should ride me,” he said, his head falling back. Your pussy ached from his words, desire pooling in your gut. You slid the condom on him, straddling his hips. He shifted your hips against him, rolling against his cock. He felt the heat of your pussy against his cock. “Come on baby. Don’t tease me like this.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips, littering his face with sweet kisses. “Now you know how it feels, Dyl.” He grumbled, staying silent. You aligned his cock at your entrance, sliding down on him with a loud moan. Your hands gripped his shoulders, keeping you upright. Dylan’s hands were on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving small bruises that you didn’t mind.

You hold your hips slowly, shifting them against him faster as moans flew from his lips. He helped you into a smooth motion, his hands guiding your movements. You both moaned, his hips meeting yours in perfect sync.

You pulled him into a sensual kiss, your tongues meeting in your mouth. They tangled together, his lips meshing with yours every time he pulled away and placed another kiss to your lips. You hummed happily at the feeling he was giving you. Your nails digging into his shoulders and raking down his back. You both were in perfect bliss.

He broke the kiss, leaning back and helping you bounce faster on his cock. Your breasts bounced happily, in perfect view for him. He moaned your name, muttering incoherent things while you rode him. His hands slid down to your ass, gripping it roughly, ignoring the wince you let out from the pain you still felt from being spanked with his sticks.

His cock twitched inside of you, hitting deep inside you each time. He pressed into your walls, rubbing every sensitive spot inside of you whenever his cock buried into you. You moved quickly, slamming down on him, screaming his name at the impact.

Dylan’s eyes glazed over, letting out a loud moan. “Shit, baby.” He felt your walls clutching his cock, your bouncing getting weaker and messier. “I’m going to cum again baby. You’re so fucking tight.” You nodded, pressing your forehead to his. He leaned up, kissing you one final time. The coil inside of your unraveled, Your body quivering in Dylan’s arms. Your toes curled under you, your back arching and pressing yourself close into him. He pulled your close, his cock pulsating and twitching erratically as he came, filling the condom to the brim. You both moaned into the kiss, slowly riding out your highs.

Dylan lifted you off him, standing up to discard the second condom. You collapsed on the couch, dull aches in every muscle of your body. You were content, deeming that the best sex you ever had, trying to ignore that this was the only time you would probably get to do this. Dylan gathered the clothes that had been scattered around the room, dressing himself before sitting next to you with your clothes.

“You should probably get dressed. We’ve been gone too long. I’m sure the others are looking for us. It’s also getting late. I need to head back to my house with the boys and you need to head home with Holl.”

You sat up, slipping on your bra and shirt. “Dyl, where is my thong?” He shrugged, knowing you forgot he had pocketed it. You huffed, sliding your legs into your jeans. “I liked that one too. It was cute.” You took a deep breath, walking over to a mirror on the wall to fix your hair. You looked at yourself, blinking once. “Wait. Your house? You live here?”

Dylan laughed, stretching back on the couch. “Of course. You didn’t know that?” You shook your head, feeling stupid for not knowing. “We live like…20 minutes from your apartment. And yes, I know where you live because Holland told me.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, having a faint glimmer of hope to keep in contact with him. He laughed, getting up and walking over to you. He pulled you against him by the belt loops, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“Did you enjoy being a VIP for our show?”

You grinned, hugging him. “Absolutely. Best show ever. The perks were the best, though.” You gave him a wink, Dylan grinning.

“Good. One last thing.” He escaped your grasp, picking up the drumsticks he had inadvertently used to spank you. He handed them to you, along with a folded piece of paper. “These are for you. Only read this paper after you get home, ok?” You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to give him one last kiss. He returned it with a soft groan, holding you close. “No more of that. We gotta go.”

You put the drumsticks and note in your bag of merchandise that was near the door, following Dylan out the lounge. He lead you off in a random direction, looking for the others. You guys ended up finding Tyler, Daniel and Holland in the cafeteria area, eating some snacks. Holland jumped up, tackling you into a hug.

“We looked everywhere for you! Did you get lost?”

You nodded, scratching the back of your head. “Yeah, sorry. While we were headed to wardrobe, I guess I took a wrong turn and got lost. Luckily Dylan was able to find me. Then we couldn’t find you guys at all! But it’s late, so we should head home, Holl.” She nodded, gathering her stuff from the table. You gave hugs to the boys, thanking them for the chance to do everything. Your hug with Dylan lasted a bit longer than the rest, whispering a sweet “thank you” into his ear.

Holland started the car once you were both in and situated, turning to you. “You didn’t get lost. What were you really doing?”

You thought back to everything that had happened, speaking without thinking. “Fucking a hot ass drummer.”

Holland’s mouth fell open. “What?! Why would you do that?”

You looked at her dumbfounded. “He’s hot, Holl. And nice. And sweet. And caring. And has a way with his mouth, fingers, giant cock…”

Holland shushed you. “TMI, honey bun. TMI. I don’t need to hear about Dyl in bed.” You laughed at her disgusted expression, leaning back in the seat. “But I guess now I know why you are glowing so much. Are you going to see him again soon?”

You shook your head solemnly. “I doubt it, Holl. I didn’t even get his number. I doubt he wants anything to do with me now. I was just an easy lay.”

She snorted, giving you a side glance. “I doubt that. Dyl isn’t like that. We’ll talk about it more tomorrow though.”

You nodded, silence forming between you both since you were so tired. Holland headed straight to her room once you arrived home, muttering good night with a long yawn. You changed into some comfy clothes, sitting on your bed with the bag of merch.

You pulled out the drumsticks, looking at them, observing Dylan’s name carved elegantly into the wood. You smiled, placing them down and pulling out the note. You were scared to open it, your hands shaking once you finally did.

Y/N, my sweet princess,

Thank you for the best night of my life. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting to like you as much as I did when Holland first asked me to get you guys into the show. But, I have to say, I don’t regret it.

I wasn’t lying when I said you were all I could think about during the show. I wanted to perform extra well for you. I wanted you to enjoy the show. Do you know why?

From the moment you walked into that arena, I was in love.

Corny, yes. But true. I can’t help but know you are special. The way sparks flew whenever I touched you. The way your fingers curled in my hair. The way you admired my little quirks. Everything about you is special, and I hope that I can see everything you have to offer.

By now, you are probably at home, curled up in your bed in some nice comfy pajamas. You are thinking about how crazy this night was. You are thinking about how I made you cum a total of 4 times. And you are probably scared that I want nothing more with you.

Know you are wrong. I want to take you out on a proper date, if you’ll have me. Do me a favor, and call me.

(xxx)xxx-xxxx

Thank you, my princess.

Love, your favorite drummer,

Dylan O’Brien

P.S. Thanks for your favorite thong. I will cherish it always.

You reread the note multiple times, not believing what you were reading. He wanted you to stay. He wanted to take you out. And that little shit stole your favorite thong.

He cared. That bastard cared.

You grabbed your phone, typing in the number and hitting call. Your eyes fell on the time, hearing it start to ring.

3:43 A.M.

It’s late. Was he going to answer?

“Hello?”

His voice was slightly husky, but you could tell he hadn’t done to bed just yet. Your breath caught in your throat, dry swallowing. “Hi, Dyl.”

“Y/N. You actually called. Though, I didn’t expect you to call tonight. But I’m not complaining.” You giggled, laying back on your bed. “So, how was that VIP package to the concert you went to, baby? Did you enjoy yourself?”

You giggled at his joke, playing along. “I did, Dyl. Best VIP Package ever. I kind of hope I can get one again to go to for that band.

He chuckled over the line. “I think that can be arranged. We’ll discuss this over dinner. Say, 8 P.M. tomorrow?”

You smiled, hugging a pillow close. “Sounds like a date.”

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