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Turbulence. (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this one. I will proof read this again later.

WARNING: Smut, Oral (Male on Female) 

Word Count: 2391


Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


“Boarding pass please?” The attendant asked me with a smile as she extended her hand expectantly.

I placed my pass into her hand and returned her smile.

“Thank you, miss.” She stood at a protium with a scanner built into the top. She flipped my boarding pass over to the side that has the barcode, scans it, and handed it back to me. “You’re all set. Here ya go and thank you for flying Air Canada.”

I smiled at her and followed the other guests down the large corridor that led to the plane. We were at a standstill as some of the guests weren’t sure where to go. I stood and waited with rest of them, but inside I wanted to scream. I had been away from home for two weeks. Two whole freaking weeks on business. My company was footing the bill for this trip, but nevertheless I was ready to be back in my own bed.

“Oh, Mr. O’Brien.” I heard the stewardess call.

A guy in khakis and a backwards baseball cap sporting the New York Mets emblem was next in line. He steps forward with very dashing smile.

“Just Dylan.” He chuckles handing the woman his pass.

“Yes, Dylan. Looks like you’re in seat F1, business class.” She’s blushing, I can see it even from here. But suddenly something clicks, Dylan O’Brien? As in the Dylan O’Brien. A huge wave excitement washes over me. The Mets hat confirms it, right? Dylan freaking O’Brien is on my plane! I suddenly find myself eternally grateful for being on this business trip.

I was a mess with anxiety when I finally got to the stewardess. I was bouncing from foot to foot wanting just a glimpse of the famous celebrity.

“Alrighty let’s see.” She smiles taking my pass from me and looking it over. “Looks like you’re in F2, a window seat.”

I barely heard her as I boarded the plane. I scanned over the aisles to find my seat, and admittedly Dylan O’Brien too.

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F. I see my row and hurry along to not hold up the line any further. I don’t see anyone in the aisle seat only a backpack. I scoot into my assigned place next to the window. I’ve check my other luggage and only brought a oversized bag to hold my other things in. I set on the floor between my legs and pull out my phone, headphones, and laptop. I open up the tray of the seat in front of me and set up my little hub that will save me from of boredom.

Just as I’ve found the perfect playlist of songs to listen to, my companion for the next few hours makes his appearance. He lifts his backpack up and replaces himself in the seat. I look over at him and give a polite smile, when my heart leaps into my mouth. It was him! I couldn’t freaking believe it. He returned my smile with a smile that showed all his teeth, but I do notice him take a quick survey of the rest of me as her does. I was sure I would faint any second.

“Yellowcard? Love them.” He says looking from my phone in my hand to me again.

“What? Oh yeah! They’re one of my favorite bands.” I say, my heart beating so loud I’m sure he’ll hear it.

“Yeah, they’re pretty great.” He replied stroking his chin and looking away with a smile.

I think the conversation is over as he zips opens his backpack and pulls out his own phone. I face forward again, and send a quick text to my mom.

“Have you ever heard of this band?” He asks as he leaning closer to me our arms touching. I look at his screen and read the name, I’d never heard of them. I shake my head at him answering his question.

“Ooh! You’re missing out.” He chuckles and hands me an ear bud. I take it from him, sticking it in my ear. He hits play and the sound of drums, guitars, and bases fill my ears. It’s a upbeat song and I bob my head with the easy beat.

“Good right?” He asks excitedly. I look over at him and he’s already looking at me. Our faces our inches away, and I watch as his eyes flicker from my eyes to lips and back again. I don’t think I was suppose to notice but I do.

“So good!” I say nervously.

“Ladies and Gentleman, can you please shut off or put on airplane mode all devices as we will be taking off shortly.”

Dylan and I separate from each other, me a little more reluctantly,  and settle into our seats. The flight attendant goes over all the safety precautions and flight details then a few minutes we’re moving. I squirm in my chair a little nervous for take off, which in my opinion, is the worst part. It slow at first, just driving around to get in position, then without warning we begin to speed up. I bite my bottom lip, squeeze my eyes shut, and grasp the armrest so hard I’m sure I’ll break it. Just as I feel the plane lift from the ground, a warm hand covers mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. I don’t even open my eyes too look at him, somewhat embarrassed but his touch calms me down a little bit.

“Breathe.” He whispers into my ear, and my body obeys him. Exhaling a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The plane levels out and like that it’s over. I look over at him and smile.

“Sorry.” I say.

“For what?” He asks confusion making a physical apperance on his face.

I shrug because I’m not really sure what it is I’m sorry for.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything. Flying sucks. I get it.” I could grab his face and kiss him for being so understanding. He removes his hand from mine and I’m a little sad that he does.

“So what you to Vancouver?” He asks as he set his backpack under the seat in front of him.

“Who says I was in Vancouver?” I tease.

He laughs. “Okay, what brings you to Canada?”

“Business.” I reply vaugely. “What about you?”

“Business as well.” He answers.

“Oh really, What is it that you do?” I smirk, although I already know the answer.

I sense that he picks up on this from the smile he gives me.

“Oh, I do contruction.” He winks at me.

I’m almost lost for words at the motion, but try to recover quickly.

“Oh really?” I say with feigned interest. “I hear that a booming buiness now aday.”

“Yeah! Like you wouldn’t beileve.” He laughs raising his eyebrows as he does. “My name’s Dylan, by the way.” he adds.

“Oh, I’m so rude. I’m-”

“Nice to meet you. I’m So Rude.” He smirks cutting me off.

I act hurt, placing my hand on my chest. “Fine, you don’t get to know my name now.”

“Oh come on, I’m So Rude. Don’t live up to your name.” He leans in a little closer to me and bats his lashes.

I slap his chest playfully, pushing him away from me and laugh.

“Fine, Dylan. I’m-”

“Exsuce me, Ma’am and Sir. What would you like to drink?” The attendant asked interupting me.

She blushing as she asks the question, doubtly becuase of Dylan and I roll my eyes.

“What do you got?” He asks.

“We have Coke products, Grape, Apple, and Cranberry juices. As far as alcoholic beverages, we have vodka, red and white wine, tequila, and Jager.” She lists.

Dylan screws up his face like he’s actually going to throw up at the sound of the last two options.

“Ugh, just ginger ale for me.” The sound of disgust still evident in his voice.

“I’ll have a Sprite, please.” I laugh.

She nods as she heads off behind a current at the front of the cabin.

An hour into the flight Dylan and I are properly accquaintened. I know both of his dogs name, all about the Mets, the plot to all of the Star Wars movies, and most importantly that he is single.

***

“But you’re like hot. There’s no way guys aren’t all over you.” I laugh and cover my face with my hand.

“I am not “hot.” I said pulling my hand from my face to use air quotations. “And I didn’t say guys weren’t all over me, I said I haven’t found the right guy.”

“Who’s the right guy?” he asks finishing off the last of his fourth ginger ale.

“Someone that can make me laugh, and loves to be outside but also enjoy days in…” I go on but Dylan rolls his eyes sarcastically and looks down, shaking his head. He’s only playing with me but I decided to have some fun of my own. “…And someone that can fuck my brains out.”

His smile vanishes from his face as he whips his head back up to look at me. I bust out in uncontrollable laughter. “Too easy, O’Brien.”

He smirks. “You couldn’t handle someone fucking your brains out anyway.”

I stop laughing almost instantly surprised he’s keeping this perticular conversation going. He has a satisfied smile on his face like he thinks that he’s successfully stumped me.

“I could take that and more.” I challenge, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Doubt it.” He says seeming bored and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh whatever, you scream vanilla.” I tell him.

He looks at me and gaps. “Me? Vanilla?” he points to himself with his index finger.

I nodded trying to contain the smile slipping passed my lips.

“Your idea of fucking is probably so missionary, you might as well start knocking on people’s doors.” He retorts.

“Oh, little vanilla Dylan. Your idea of fucking only last two seconds.” And I have succeeded in making him speechless. I smile triumphantly at him, my nose in the air with pride. He rolls his eyes at me in annoyance.

“Have ever even been fingered?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Um, yeah.” I say as if it were obvious.

He considers this as rubs chin along his exquisite jawline.

“But did you come?” He asked finally, and my pride is swallowed up then replaced with timidness.

“Uh, well I mean…like technically-”

I’m cut off by his snickering.

“Technically?” He mocks, humor coating his words.

“Oh like you’ve truly ever made a girl actually come.” I say defensively.

“Yeah.” He replies without hesitation and full of arrogance.

“How do you know they were faking it? Most girls fake it.”

“Have you?”

“All of them.”

Dylan’s eyes widen in surprise. “No.”

“Mmhmm.” I nod.

“That’s not possible. You can’t tell me you’ve never come before.” He said in complete disbelief.

“I’ve made myself come, but no one ever been able to.” I shrugged.

“Refill Mr.- I mean Dylan.” The flirty stewardess interrupted. M

He turns to me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. What is he thinking?

“Yes, Allison. If you don’t mind.” He hands his cup over to her and she basically skips away with glee.

The second she disappears behind the red curtain, he shifts his body so he’s once again facing me. He quickly lifts the armrest that separates our two chairs and gives me devious smile.

“I bet I can make you come before she is back and it’ll be the most mindblowing orgasm you’ve ever had.” He says his eyes alive with excitement.

My mouth drops open, he can’t be serious? He glides his hand to my knee and begins stroking it gently with his thumb. Instantly my panties are soaked. He licks his bottom lip and anxiously looks over his shoulder for the stewardess return.

This is fucking Dylan O’Brien! I would have to completely out of my mind to say no to anything he offered me.

“You’re on.” I say spreading my legs a little wider, giving him better access.

He slides his hand up from my knee beneath my skirt and to my soaked panties. He smirks at me as he rubs slow circles into my clothed sex. He looks so sexy, his eyes dark unlike his usual burning amber and even though I know I should be resisting him it’s not easy. I bite down hard on my bottom lip doing my best to contain a moan. He doesn’t tease me long as he put my lacy fabric to the side and slips one finger into me, and I jolt forward nearly crying out.

“Shhh.” he hushed me but I can feel his eyes watching me intently.

I cover my mouth muffling my whimpers as he long finger pump in and out of me faster and faster right over my sweet spot. He found it so quickly and attacked so smoothly I had to say I was impressed. A fire starts to burn deep inside me, and I’m astonished that he might actually accomplish his goal.

“Fuck.” I whimper as quietly as I can manage.

“That’s right.” He coaxes. “Come for me baby.”

I shake my head, refusing to let him win. But he initiates another attack by snaking his other hand up my skirt and returning his torturing rhythm on my clit, circling faster than before pushing closer to my climax. I see rustling among the red curtains, I know that I only have to last a few more seconds. But just as she emerges, Dylan bites down softly on the spot just beneath my neck, my sweet spot. I can’t hold it any longer, and I come. Hard and intense, it’s taking everything in me not to scream in pure pleasure. Dylan sits right in his seat as she comes over handing him his ginger ale.

“Thanks Allison.” He winks at her, I think she might melt right there.

She looks over at me with an odd expression making me realize the ridiculous grin that plastered on my face. I’m on too much of a high to even pretend to be normal. She walks away to check on the other guest, and I’m sure she’s convinced that I’m crazy.

“Now,” he says taking a sip of his drink. “Tell me, how fake was that?”

I’ve been having this blog for a while, so I decided to make a follow forever to appreciate all the people who make my dashboard absolutely amazing and to make sure that people who are my utterly favourites to know that. 

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