Dylan O'Brien Imagines

💛warnings💛: slight mention of smut( fingering, sex, leaving hickeys, begging), fighting, cussing, kissing, flirting with other men, Dylan getting jealous. Thats pretty much it. Enjoy💜

Its been a little over three months since Dylan and I broke up and I'm still not even close to getting over him. Don't get me wrong, I've tried so fucking hard to get him out of my head, but everything I do reminds me of him. It's honesty pathetic.

The image of him is burned into my mind. Some nights I even have dreams about him. I think about him when I wake up, when I take a shower. For fuck sake, I even think about him when I'm touching myself, wishing it was his fingers inside of me, whispering dirty little nothings into my ear, giving me hickeys all over my body. Marking me, making sure that everyone knows I'm his. Or imagining him pounding into me, my nails digging into his back and his name spilling like a prayer from my lips, begging him to never stop and him promising that he never will.

I hope to see him behind every corner I turn, or when I'm out for a run that we accidentally bumb into each other. After all the pain that he's caused, I still want him. I still love him and I don't think I'll ever stop.

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"Oh- shit. I'm so sorry." I said, immediately bending down and picking up the box that fell to the ground after bumping into the stranger.

"Thank you, and you have nothing to apologize for, I should've been looking where I was going." I recognized his voice instantly. It was hard not to...afterall, we did spend years of our life with each other.

"Dylan?" I whipped my head up, looking at him as I handed the small-ish box back to him.

"Y/N? I haven't seen you in months. How have you been?" Dylan asked, just as shocked as I was.

"I've been good, really good actually" Lie "I even met a guy" lie number 2. I don't even know why the fuck I said that. I haven't even looked at another since we broke up, much less 'met' one.

"Ohh, that uh, thats great." Dylan commented, he sounded...hurt?

"Yeah. Anyway, how have things with you been?" I asked after a short pause.

"I've been. I haven't met someone yet though." Dylan responded with and airy laugh. My heart skipped a beat and I had to hold back my smile. Just knowing that Dylan hasn't found someone yet made every single butterfly in my stomach come back to life.

"Listen, I'm a bit busy today, but do you maybe want to go grab coffee tomorrow?" Dylan asked me, a small smile appearing on his face.

"I was supposed to meet Chris tomorrow-" 'you lying bitch', I thought as I spoke. The lies just kept coming. "But I can reschedule." I said, smiling at him.

"Are you sure? We can always make it another time?"

"Im one thousand percent sure."

"Okay, what about around 9am?"

"Works for me." I smiled

"Great. See you tomorrow at rosebud?"

"I'll see you there." I responded, before we said our goodbyes.

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This was the first time in weeks that I've woke up excited for the day that's to come. I got up, took as shower and got ready to meet Dylan.

I finished pretty quickly. Taking one final look before making my way out the door and to the café we agreed to meet.

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I walked in, spotting Dylan in a corner booth almost instantly. I walked over, Dylan spotted me, standing up and giving me hug. The moment his arms wrapped around me I knew I was screwed, because in that moment I knew that i would probably never get over him.