Dylan O'Brien Imagines

This Is What Its Like

I felt myself freeze as he made an agonizingly slow approach towards me. Was this really happening? The guy that I had been crushing on for the last 3 years of high school has seemed to notice me after all this time? The guy who never noticed me or played any mind to me over the years had his sights locked on me. Was it the beer or was it the clothes? Or both? My dress was unusually slutty, showing way more leg and curve than I wanted it to, I could admit it. Did he notice me because he thought I was on the 'dark side' like him? I was dying to know, and there he was. In a smooth, chill tone he stopped, leaning on a high table and spoke,

"Hey Y/N. I didn't know you went to parties like these, let alone drink." I managed a shy half smile,

"Ahh, yeah. Well typically no. I mean, I don't typically drink. Or even go to parties, but tonight I guess I just let the girls talk me into it. They said 'let go Y/N. Come have fun with us.' So I figured it was time to get a new experience. You know?" He nodded, half smirking and raising his eye brows a tad. "Oh my god. I'm talking way to much. I'm sorry." I nervously took another swig.

"Nah, don't be sorry. You're fine, besides, you know what they say about good girls don't you?" His smirk was wildly attractive and completely full now.

"No. No I don't think I do." My eye brows ruffled in curiosity and lips dropping into a confused frown. He leaned in, getting outrageously close to me, the heat from his breath trickling down the side of my neck as he hushly whispered over the music into my ear.

"Well, rumor has it that they are bad girls that haven't been caught." I felt a tingle run over my body as he pulled away, noticing his hand was at my elbow, drawing little circles over it. He pulled away just enough for me to see the mysterious glint hidden in the reflection in his eyes and the secrets he was holding in the corner of his mouth of his little, arrogant grin he had formed.

"Oh? Is that the word on the streets now?" I had no idea how to flirt, or what to say, but something he was doing- something about him- was causing me to change into this expert sultry speaker. I felt the words slip off my tongue and was washed over by a sudden flirty feeling.

"Mmhm." His hand moved up, pulling my long locket out of my cleavage and he turned it over in his hands, examining it, but not looking at me while he did so, "And the word is too that you know how to dance." He looked up right on a sexual queue drilling my eyes with his, "Really well. You're like a dance goddess." A wide smile took hold of my face, my eyes flickering from his lips to his eyes,

"Yeah," I shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe just a little." I finished the drink in hand and set the empty bottle on the table, turning away from his body and leaning back on the table, being sure to shove my chest out as I threw my arms back to rest on the table. Then I felt something warm grasp one side of my waist and pull me from the table,

"Will you show me?" He was so good. So good at being alluring and tempting. I couldn't refuse, so I just nodded, taking his hand and dragging him behind me onto the dance floor.

I didn't know he knew I danced, in fact I didn't know anyone outside my immediate group of friend knew I danced. It wasn't something I broadcast to people. I actually liked keeping it private, but there was no time for privacy. I had a crush on Dylan for years and now was my time to make am impression on him. Now was the moment to make myself unforgettable to everyone, especially him.

Once we were somewhere in the middle of the crowd I turned to face him, my own hidden inner bad girl displayed in my smile and glistening within my eyes, His smile grew as I threw my arms over his shoulders and draped them loosely around his neck. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me close to him, his scent intoxicating me along with the beer and shots from earlier I had taken on a dare. I let the music take hold of my body, swaying and rolling it around. Letting it move me and grind me against Dylan. Our faces inches apart, his breath, hums, and moans mixing with my own, I flipped my body around as he pulled me closer against him. Reaching my arms back to tangle my fingers in his hair, I could feel him lean down to nip at my ear, then trailing clumsy, careless kisses against the already warm. flushing flesh on my neck. I guided his head further down to my shoulder and let him continue his assault of kissing, nibbling, and sucking, then he worked his way back up trailing reckless pecks and bites along the way to my jaw. I turned my face enough, in so much pleasure, for his mouth to then meet mine, in an agape, amorous, lustful kiss.

He clung tight to my sides, running his hands up and over my body, slightly tugging up my already incredibly revealing dress in the process, I flipped back around to press my chest to his. Hands in his hair, and a slave to the rhythms of the music and him he deepened the kiss. Our mouths clashing together in a hasty attempt to become closer together. The song currently playing was dying down and he pulled away somewhat, staring down at me surveying my state. His eyes looked over my rosy pink cheeks and down to my crimsoning chest, faltering a bit on my breasts as he took in the rapid rise and fall of them. He looked back up,

"I don't know about you but my heart is racing and I'm a little thirsty. Wanna go grab a drink?" I nodded and he lead me off the dance floor over to a cooler where he reached down, plunging his hand into the ice pulling out two waters. He broke one open and handed it to me. I looked at him, puzzled,

"I though we were going for a drink?" His face changed to a slightly softer, not so seductive one as he leaned down to speak into my ear,

"Look, Y/N, I know it's your first party, you're a light weight. You had 6 shots and two beers already, anything more and you won't fully enjoy yourself, and you won't remember this. Plus, it's not my goal to get you trashed and take advantage of you. You want to have fun, you got to do it right. Hydrate girl, then dance more, once your high comes down a little, we'll drink another few drinks and hit the dance floor yet again. Plus, when you're drinking, water is actually your friend." He smiled down at me, "Besides, this is my first time actually getting to hangout with you and talk to you. And it's your first party. I want you to remember all of this. I may be 'bad boy Dylan,' but I still have morals, wits, and respect." He winked at me, "Now drink that so we can go have some more fun on that dance floor," He tilted his head back down to mine, voice caving back into that smoldering, heated one it was before, "Babe."

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I just came back from my concert, I WAS NOT HOME FOR FREAKING 12 HOURS FOR THIS CONCERT. My parents didn't even come. They made shitty excuses when I came home, :'( Well, now I have to do my homework, so bye people.