Dylan O'Brien Imagines

First Time

Warning: SMUT

Dylan's P.O.V.

We've been best friends for years. Even before I started acting, Y/N always had my back. Drifting apart was never an option for us. She and I have always been attached at the hip.

"Dylan?" She asks from beside me on the couch. Her long hair tickles my arm; her tan skin brings me a sense of warmth.

I raise my eyebrows, averting my eyes from the television and turning towards her.

"Yeah?"

She smacks her pink lips together, looking seemingly nervous.

"What was your first time like?"

I'm a bit shocked by her question. We've always been open with each other, and of course I have no problem being honest with her, it's just a bit out of the blue.

"Well, um." I think of a way to put it gently. "It wasn't what I would call great."

I shrug, thinking about the many years ago that I actually lost my virginity.

"I think I was just too young and things were a bit too rushed, yeah?"

Y/N doesn't reply, instead she looks down and nods.

"You alright?" I question her.

She nods, but I can tell something's not right.

"Y/N, you know you can tell me anything." I add.

She smacks her lips again, deep in thought.

"Anything?"

I nod.

"Anything."

By saying anything, I truly mean anything. Our close bond has always come from our willingness to open up to each other. Our endless support stems from our constant acknowledgement of each other and our feelings. There's no one I trust more than her, and I can only hope she feels the same way about me.

"Would you consider—I don't know this is stupid." she sighs, running her fingers through her hair.

I move my hand to her tan skin, tilting her chin up so that she looks at me in the eyes.

"Anything." I reiterate.

Her pink tongue runs across her bottom lip as she readies herself to speak.

"Okay." She inhales deeply, trying to relax herself.

"Anything." I whisper one last time.

A small smile comes across her lips as she finally beings to speak.

"Would you consider, um, being my first?"

I blink a few times, wondering if I heard her correctly.

"Y-You want me to be the first guy you have sex with?"

Her cheeks turn bright red and her eyes wander to her hands.

"Y-Yeah. But n-not if you don't want to."

I shake my head rapidly.

"No, no, I do." my voice cracks. "I-I do." I say, more strongly this time.

"Yeah?" She asks quietly.

I can't help but notice how bright her eyes look right now; they're filled with excitement, and I'm sure mine are, too.

"Yeah." I reply.

I've never really thought about it before, about having sex with Y/N, that is. Now that the idea has come up, though, my mind is beginning to run wild.