Y/N POV

  
   I yawned as I opened the fridge, automatically pulling out the milk carton. My fingers gripped it as I turned around, kicking the door shut as I began untwisting the top. The two bowls of cereal sat on the counter, and I poured equal amounts of milk on top of it. I turned again and closed the milk, opening the fridge and replacing the milk back into it.

   I went back over to the bowls and grabbed the already laid out spoons, shoving them under the piles of cereal. I ran my finger through my hair, pushing the mess out of my face momentarily to grab the bowls. Both in hand, I left the kitchen, heading for the stairs. My silk pajama shorts softly moved against themselves as I slowly made my way up, making sure not to make an entire mess. I brought my cereal bowl to my lips, moving my upper lip just enough to move some the top pieces into my mouth. I chewed with a proud smile, as I made it to the top.

  Walking down the first hall, I entered through the first doorway, the master bedroom. The white comforter on the bed was bunched up, and I realized that the body that was lying beside me moments ago, was now up. I rolled my eyes.

   He asked me to go get cereal, and yet, he still gets up.

   I looked right and found the bathroom light on, the door open. I peered around but he had already begun to walk out.

  
    Dylan looked to me, pushing the dark strands of wet hair from his face, a white towel wrapped at his waist. His face lit up at me and I smiled, before I watched him reach for the cereal. He grabbed his cereal and instantly shoved a spoonful in, making me raise my eyebrow. Dylan caught my gaze and stopped chewing, before giving an apologetic look.

  He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, leaving slight milk residue. He grinned.

   "Thnk Ou." He mumbled through his food filled mouth. I nodded and moved to the bed, taking a seat softly as I began to eat my own cereal.

   Dylan walked over to the dresser at the front of our bedroom, placing his bowl down. He opened the second drawer and pulled out two pieces of clothing, grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. He grabbed his towel and I anticipated the removal, before he looked over his shoulder, teasingly.

   "Do you mind?" He asked with a smirk. I shrugged and leaned against the headboard.

   "Not at all."

  Dylan rolled his eyes, and looked straight ahead again, dropping his towel to the ground. To quiet myself, I shoved more cereal into my mouth, just staring in appreciation.

   Light pink scratches were sporadically lined along his back, as well as his hips. I smirked, almost for my accomplishment, watching as he slid on his sweatpants and then put on the t-shirt.

   "Well, well, well. Someone enjoyed their show." Dylan raised an eyebrow at me as he took his cereal bowl in his hands once more, walking to his side of the bed, carefully sitting down as to not spill his beloved breakfast.

   "I was enjoying my art." I responded, wiggling my eyebrows as I took another bite. Dylan chuckled and shook his head, spinning his spoon in his bowl.

   "Well, as a canvas, I do have to ask you go a little gentler next time?" Dylan smirked. "Leslie was having a hard time during shoots yesterday."

   Leslie; also known as Dylan's makeup artist. The woman was a practical pro at covering my marks by now.

   "I can't make it too easy on her." I innocently shook my head, continuing to chew my cereal. Dylan chuckled, taking a bite of his cereal. Whilst chewing, I watched as he reached over to his bedside table and grabbed the TV remote, clicking the power button.

"How about some morning news, hm?" Dylan spoke through his cereal. I giggled as his cheeks puffed to hold the cereal and he looked over to me, dropping the remote as he moved his hand in front of his mouth as he began to laugh as well, praying he didn't spit out cereal.

   A woman's voice started speaking and the two attempted to ease their laughter, enough to listen to what they thought was news, but apparently it was gossip hour.

   "And new on our hot gossip, a fellow watcher here tweeted this morning a picture of Dylan O'Brien kissing Holland Roden while filming for Teen Wolf. We see cameras, but are they really filming? The stars current girlfriend of three years, Y/N, better watch out because this picture spells out a cheating scandal-"

   "Aw, babe, why didn't you tell me?" I frowned playfully, taking another spoon of cereal.  Dylan grinned, before taking a deep breath and relaxing his face.

   "I'm sorry babe. You know I can't help it. Me and Holls play a couple- was it not destined to become reality?"

  I snickered, swallowing my cereal, as I continued. "T'was fate."

   We busted out in giggles, freely doing so with no cereal in our mouths. Dylan placed his hand on his chest as he laughed hard, peering through his eyes to see me to see me holding my stomach in laughter. We only laughed more seeing each other's laughter.

   "God, I love waking up to another one of your good ole cheating scandals." I joked.

    In reality, it never bothered me. I knew with all of my heart that Dylan loved me with all of his. And he would never do anything. So the fact that we were joking about it made it all the more fun.

   Dylan was still laughing, his gaze on me. He quieted down a bit but his stare stayed.

    "What?" I asked, staring back questioningly. Dylan smiled more and shook his head.

   "I love you so much, and I have to honestly say that you're one of the best- THE best thing to ever happen to me."

    I couldn't help the blush on my cheeks or the warmness of my palms at how heartfelt the statement was. It was very often that Dylan told me that he loved me, but there were beautiful rare moments when he belted out just how much he felt that I meant to him. There wasn't and isn't much I can say to reciprocate the exact feelings in a similarly eloquent way. So, there was only one route to go.

   "Yeah, you're alright, I guess." I shrugged, nodding. Dylan lightly chuckled and smirked. I sighed, knowing that wasn't really what I wanted to do. I could do better than sarcasm. I turned around and placed my cereal bowl on the bedside table. I crawled over to Dylan and took his from his hands and placed it on his table. Dylan furrowed his eyebrows.

   "My cereal, why-"

 I cut off his words with my lips and I heard an audible 'mmph', but I continued. I moved my lips and I felt him press his against mine further. He let out a soft moan of relaxation, his palms moving to cup my cheeks. I moved one hand over to the other side of him, crouching over his torso. Dylan's fingers pushed my hair behind my ears as it fell forward. Dylan leaned forward, attempting in every way possible to deepen the kiss. I felt his left hand trickle down from my face, down my chest, until his arm snaked around to my back.

   Suddenly, his fingers gripped my side and began turning me. I was being lifted away from his body and I squealed at the feeling of being whipped to the side, until my back fell back into the mattress. Dylan followed, rolling over with a large smile as he placed his right arm on the other side of me, caging me below him to the bed. I smirked and leaned up, pressing our lips together until Dylan got the message. He leaned in until my head pressed to the pillow, kissing me with an intensity that I loved. It was rough but I could feel the passion, the love behind ever movement of his lips, every time they kissed against my own. 

  The kiss eased and Dylan began pecking my lips, before he moved to kissing my chin, my cheek, my nose, my forehead- frantically kissing all over.

   "I-" Kiss. "Love-" Kiss. "You-" Kiss. "So-" Kiss. "Much."

I giggled and moved my hands, grabbing his face to hold him still. I looked to him and found that my hands had caused his cheeks to squish, leaving his lips puckered. I laughed and leaned up, pecking them, before moving to kiss, his nose, cheeks, forehead- everywhere on his face.

   "I-" Kiss. "Love-" Kiss. "You-" Kiss. "Even-" Kiss. "More."

 I stopped and laid back my head onto the bed and grinned up at Dylan, who quirked an eyebrow.

   "I find that hard to believe." He pointed out. I shrugged.

 "Well, believe it." I spoke, nodding. "Because it's the only thing that I've ever been sure off."

   "Actually, there was that one time-"

"Hey!" I interrupted, laughing as Dylan began to do the same. "Let me be cute and sentimental!"

   "You're always cute." He gave a quick wink. 

  "Oh, O'Brien, flattery will get you- everywhere."

A/N::

i always have a lot of ideas for imagines and books so my draft is literally waaayy too full and most it will probably never see the light of day 

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