Dylan O'Brien •One-shots•

A life time ||Thomas||

A/n: I don't consider it smut, not yet at least.... well enjoy :)

Y/n used to be a strong girl before.
She used to fight and to conquer everything she could in name of love and friendship but, sadly, a lot of things changed after that night.

She loved Newt to death and when Death came looking for him she wasn't ready to let him go. So, paradoxically her arriving to the Safe Haven just signed the beginning of her worst living hell. She woke up crying at nights where she dreamed of him, she had panic attacks only him knew how to stop. She missed her anchor and was giving up slowly and utterly.

She arrived into the hammocks place and started tidying most of them mechanically, with tears wanting to escape from her eyes, her hands were shaking when Thomas reached her.

"Y/n." His voice was full of relief, he knew she lost his boyfriend but he lost his best friend as well. She didn't answer, keeping on tidy what she had to.

"Can you please talk to me?" Thomas slowly cupped her cheek with one of his hand, y/n looked away but grabbed his wrist softly as if she was relying on him.

"He's gone, Tommy." Tears escaped her eyes and wet Thomas hand who still was laying on her cheek. "I cannot feel anything. Not since when he's gone. I don't deserve to be here, I just don't. I-I" Y/n breathed heavily.

"Y/n calm down. This is not absolutely true. What happened was a tragedy but everyone need a little of happiness and relief, after everything we have been through, breathe."

She tried to breathe but she could not steady it, her chest was moving back and forth as she was panicking because she was scared to feel this way for the rest of her life: afraid not to deserve what she actually had.

"Y/n, focus. Look at me."

She looked into his hazel brown eyes and at his moles who were  framing his handsome face. She never actually looked at Thomas the way she was looking at him back then and as he cupped both of her cheeks she held her breath. He leaned in and his lips softly pecked hers. They both closed their eyes. It was a wet kiss, full of sadness and regret. Thomas pulled back softly, looking into her eyes.

"W-what- we can't, we just c-can't." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"I knew Newt and I am sure he would have wanted you to be happy, me to be happy. I will take care of you y/n, I really will."
He whispered touching some locks of her hair.
She just looked at him and without saying anything else she pushed her lips against his, roughly and needly. He widened his eyes and a little after he closed them. That's what exactly what both of them needed.
Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and passed both of her hands through his brown hair. His hands gripped on her waist pushing her closer to him. He was so needy. He would have not let her go. She softly bit his lip and Thomas softly moaned and slowly slid his hands down to her waist 'till they were resting on her thighs to softly pull her up until her legs were wrapped around his waist. He slowly guided Y/n to the closet room and softly left her on a mattress. He softly and sweetly pecked her neck with his lips causing her to tremble and to back up her head giving him full access to her skin.
Her hands reached up and slowly started undo his shirt  revealing Thomas' bare chest. She touched every inch of it softly leaving chaste kisses on it. He was full of passion at this point.
"Y/n" he mumbled softly tilting his head back. "Let me love you." His hands moved under her black shirt, exploring her body like he had to map it, like he had to bring her to pure happiness and lust she was so needful of. He was careful to take things slow and sweet. He treated her as if he wanted to be his last. He wanted to be the last to give her pleasure and to love her properly. And that was exactly what he was doing.