Dylan O'Brien Imagines

*First Kiss Part 2-Dylan O'Brien

Warning: SMUT, loss of virginity, language (This is my first "smut" imagine so bare with me.)

"Want to come inside?"

Those words felt weird even though I've said them to him several times. Just not with this meaning before. I looked over at him to see him smiling at me. The way he was looking at me made me feel the way I always dreamed a guy would make me feel.

He reached across and put his hand behind my neck, gently pulling me in for a kiss. The second our lips touched I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.

When we pulled apart, he pressed his forehead to mine. "Is that a yes?" I whispered.

He leaned back and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Only if you want me to," he whispered. I bit my lip and nodded. He leaned in and pressed another kiss to my lips. "Wait right there," he smirked as he pulled away and got out of the car.

I leaned back in my seat, closed my eyes and took a slow deep breath. I opened my eyes when I heard my door opening. I smiled when he grabbed my hand, helping me out of the car.

With our hands intertwined, we made our way into the house. I bit my lip nervously as he shut the door. I smiled as I felt him stand behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, gently kissing my neck.

"Why aren't your parents home?" He whispered in my ear, giving me chills.

"My dad had some work trip and my mom went with him," I explained as he continued to press kisses along my neck.

"Not that I'm complaining, but how come you didn't go?" He smirked against my jaw.

"With finals coming up, I decided to stay home." I gasped as he gently bit my earlobe.

"Good," he said huskily in my ear. He turned me around and pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small giggle as he backed me up a few steps. He pressed me against the wall as his hands gripped my waist and our lips moved in sync.

He pulled away and started kissing my neck. "Dylan," I moaned as he found my sweet spot. His hands slid around my back before moving down to cup my ass.

I jumped up, him easily catching me. I started kissing his neck as he carried me down the hallway. "You're going to make me fall," I heard him laugh.

"Do you want me to stop?" I smirked, my lips grazing his ear.

"Hell no," he said as he kicked my bedroom door open. He put me down, his hands still on my waist and my arms still wrapped around his neck. We looked at each other, neither one saying a word.

For a second, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. I've never done this before and doing it with the boy I grew up with was almost weird. Yes, I've loved him for as long as I can remember but there was always this line we never crossed.

And we were about to cross it.

"Everything okay?" He asked gently as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I don't know why this is. . . Why I'm so. . ."

I looked up when I heard him let out a small laugh. He reached up and took my hands from around his neck and grabbed them. "You don't have to be nervous. We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. We can take this slow."

I studied his face to see a genuine smile. "Y/N, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Literally," he said letting out a small laugh, "I can't remember when I first fell in love with you because I've always been in love with you."