“I know how to play a few on a guitar,” Keith offered. “I don’t own one, though.”
Shiro could see it. Keith, sitting in a corner or a bench somewhere, the roughened pads of his fingers on the taut strings. Maybe he didn’t sing, but did he hum?
“…Something on my hands?”
“Hm? I was just thinking you can see the callouses–” he reached for Keith’s hand, cupping it in his palm so he could see them better. “Your fingers are hard, right at the places where they’d meet the strings.”
The motion had been so easy that it took the soft hush for him to realize what he’d done. Keith’s hand was warm in his own, fitting so easily like it was only natural to be there.
There was a moment of silence as a thud upstairs was heard right above the dinner table, a few curse words followed after a yelp of pain. The chandelier shook a bit and I blushed as I looked back at my family.
I swallowed. “Will you excuse me?” I bit my lip and rushed upstairs, my palms sweaty. I specifically told Kai not to come over tonight. My grandparents were visiting and they knew, oh boy, did they know, about what a misbehaving disaster Kai Parker was.
I opened the door to my room and spotted Kai stuck in my window, his ankle smashed between the pane and the actual window.
I put my index finger against my mouth to get him to be quiet. I closed the door behind me and locked it, helping him in.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, blushing as he took a long look of my whole body. I was wearing a fuzzy sweater and some old mom jeans.
The light in my room was rosy from the pink light bulb in my lamp and Kai smelled like cinnamon. It was cold outside so he was kind of shivering.
“Is it wrong to want to actually see you?” He smiled. “You know, your one word texts aren’t exactly the kind of consolation I expect after our night of intimacy.” He raised his eyebrows, referring to the oral we exchanged the last time we saw each other. “By the way, you’re possibly the worst texter in the world.”
“Will you shut up? My grandparents, who hate you might I add, are right down stairs.” I put my hand on his chest as he pulled me into his body.
“That’s why you wore this?” He poked fun at the sweater I got for Christmas last year. “I’m not complaining, it’s definitely soft.” He pushed my hair over my shoulder, the cool steel of his rings making me shiver. He pressed sweet wet little kisses on my chin and jaw, lightly on my neck.
“Kai.” I pulled away, my breath caught in my throat. “Seriously, you should go.” My knees nearly gave out at the crooked smile he gave me next.
“Let me guess, they think you’re a little saint, hmm?” He ran his thumb over my mouth, his fingers dancing on the sensitive flesh of my neck. “Ill bet they’ve never even heard you utter a single swear word.” He said.
I’ll admit that when I first met Kai, I was amused at how much character he had. Character that my parents definitely wouldn’t like and maybe that’s what intrigued me so much.
“Sweetie!” My mother’s heels woke me from my trance. My eyes opened and I jumped into action. “Is everything okay?” She knocked at my door and tried opening it. “You know I don’t like locked doors in my home.”
I pushed Kai into my bathroom and slammed the door, running over to the door and unlocking it. “Hey, mom, I’m fine. I just had a st-tomach ache.” I swallowed.
“What was that noise earlier?” She looked around my room, precisely at the half opened window. I blushed crimson. I knew that she knew.
“Oh, it was the cat. The dogs must have chased her out and got her caught in the tree and she came in through the win-” I started and my mother stopped me.
“Please use the front door next time.” She said in the direction of the bathroom. I almost died.
“Will do!” Kai answered and I covered my face.
My mother patted my shoulder and gave me a quick goodnight kiss. “Goodnight, sweetie. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
I closed the door after she left, swallowing the throw up in my mouth after nervously tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You’re the worst liar, too.” Kai came out of the bathroom applying some of my floral lotion on his hands. I rolled my eyes.
“That was so embarrassing.” I sighed. “You know, I can’t – do it – with you if my whole family is downstairs and they know you’re here.” I blushed.
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smile on his face. “Do what, my sweetheart?” He laid on the bed, grabbing my journal from the nightstand.
“Hey, give me that, you jerk!” I lunged at him, attempting to grab my journal back. He opened it up to a random page and I almost cried. “Kai, I swear, I’ll kick you in the nuts.” I said, swinging my leg over his waist to grab the book.
“Jeez, girl, what’s so secretive? Loving relationships don’t have secrets.” He said and I stopped struggling, staring at him.
He stared back up at me, his eyes so pretty, a perfect nose. My whole body warmed up a good five degrees.
He threw my journal aside and grabbed my face, rolling me onto the bed as he gave my warm mouth a languid kiss. My breathing picked up the pace, his hands on my neck.
“Oh, god.” Kai said as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled my sweater up my stomach, pulling away so I could sit up and let him take the damn thing off of me.
I tore off the black jacket he wore and pulled his black shirt up, finally feeling his warm skin. I blushed as he resumed to kiss my skin, sucking patterns on my chest and being gentle on my breasts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groaned, pulling at my jeans. I arched my back as he took them off.
He kissed my mouth again, his hand tangled in my hair. I pressed my body up to his, craving the warmth of his skin against mine.
“Look at you, baby. So ready for me to fuck you.” He almost groaned. I hoped that my grandparents had left and my parents couldn’t hear any of this.
“Kai-” I started and my mouth went wide when his palm pressed against the apex of my inner thighs. He giggled maniacally, pulling my underwear from me and spreading my legs.
I swallowed as took off his jeans as well.
“You’re so cute, you know. All horny and warm for me.” He kissed my mouth again. I couldn’t breathe as he took off his briefs, grinning at me.
“Kai.” He shushed me, his finger pressed against my lips. He stuck it in my mouth and I tasted the cinnamon. Maybe he had been eating the cupcakes I baked for him last weekend.
Suddenly, his penis was touching me and my breath hitched. He looked into my eyes, running his hand down my body all in concentration.
“Are you nervous?” He smiled very small, his face close to mine as he got into position. His other hand rested above my head, fist in the pink cotton of my bed sheets. I wrapped my arms up and around his neck.
“Yeah.” I responded, my voice weak and not mine as he ran the tip of his penis lightly against my wetness.
“So am I.” He admitted. “May I?” He asked and I almost rolled my eyes. I nodded. He pushed himself inside of me and we both let out breaths.
I felt the muscles on his back contract and release. He let his arms give out and he held my hips, his mouth pressed against the shell of my ear, which was on fire.
“Aw, fuck.” He mumbled quietly as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in. “So-o good.” He swallowed thickly.
“Faster.” I blushed as I felt him smile against me. He pushed himself back up and thrusted his hips in rapidly. I let out a soft moan and covered my mouth, which did nothing because a second moan escaped my mouth and it was louder.
I almost screamed as he hit a certain place inside me that made a fire combust out of nowhere.
“Right there.” I let him know and almost floated off of the bed as he continued hitting the same place.
“Right there?” He grabbed my ass and lifted me up a little. I moved my hips against his like a mad woman. He almost couldn’t keep up as I strained to get myself off.
“Kai, Kai, Kai, K-ai-” I moaned and he kissed my open mouth, pulling me against him with his arm around my back, his cold rings making me arch it.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He buried his nose in my neck, his rapid breaths tickling me.
“I want to be on top.” I said quietly. He didn’t even blink before he rolled onto the bed. I sat on him, hiding my face in my hair as I pressed my hands against his chest and sprung myself up and down using the strength if my legs. He reached up to pull my hair back and grab my tits with his big, cold hands.
He watched me intently, little whimpers and moans coming from his open mouth. He met my movements, a drop of sweat falling from my nose to his lip. He licked it off and I closed my eyes.
“I’m – fuck – I’m coming.” I said quietly, my nails making red marks on his skin. I ran my hands up and on each side of his face, looking him in the eyes as he grabbed my hips and lifted himself up to fuck me harder.
I leaned over and let out a loud moan into my crochet pillow. He moaned under me, his mouth catching my breast. He licked my skin, helping me move against him.
We both stopped and I pulled away from my pillow, meshing my mouth with his wet one, hair in both of our sweating faces. I swallowed past the lump in my throat and my mouth opened to it’s full capacity.
He jerked up into me once more and I came as he did, his hips twitching. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, sighing shakily and getting off of him.
It took a while of laying on his arm there to get my breath in order. He pulled my bunny comforter over our bodies and played in my hair with his long fingers.
“You’re in love with me.” Kai said. I smiled a little, twisting his nipple lightly in between my fingers.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader Words: 1,952 AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.
Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.
the way we’re working this is wymack rents out apartments in his free time. since dan is uncomfortable with two european dudes living in her house (despite one of them legally related to her), wymack puts them in one of the apartment complexes right next door
they still have dinner with each other a lot of the time at wymack’s house, but for the most part neil and kevin are good about being on their own
they get up every morning for practice and everything. wymack would chew them out if he didnt see either of his sons at school
neil is kind of (definitely) a neat freak. the apartment stays clean and wymack is both impressed and slightly worried about neil’s ability to roast on sight if kevin doesn’t clean the bathroom once a week
neil: i swear to god, do the dishes or i will not hesitate to throw away every single vegetable in this house
kevin: please. as if you’d touch a vegetable
neil, already reaching for the carrots: choose wisely, day
(kevin does the dishes)
these two are the assholes that no one knows if they’re actually related or not
they say theyre brothers, but not only do they not look alike (or look like wymack), but they have two different accents and last names
this family is a mess. save them
some people try and ask dan about it because wymack adopted her, surely she’d know
wrong. she has two brothers and they’re both assholes.
dan: i love my idiot brother
dan: what? no, he’s being a dick today. i meant neil.
even some of the teachers gossip about it in their free time. wymack does not have time for three of his friends asking if neil is also his son within the course of one day
he says yes every time, though. neil has been apart of nearly every skype session between him and kevin before the Big Move, and kevin talks so highly of his ‘little bro’, so who is wymack to not take in another stray kid?
canon: david wymack has three kids and only two of them legally belong to him
kevin, at breakfast: neil is the stray pet we keep around because he looked too pathetic to be put back on the street
dan: are you the pet donkey then?
wymack, looking into the camera like he’s on the office: children, stop picking on each other
for ur amusement i give you: wymack, abby and dan staring at neil and kevin trying to understand someone with a southern accent
kevin: whut the fuck is a yaint
neil: is… is that a type of dog
kevin: no, i think it might be a food. like. a croissant or something
this took me seven years to answer but here friend lmao