Dylan O'Brien •One-shots•

Take it slow ||DOB||

A/n: ok soooo, here we are. Don't read if you are not comfortable with SMUT because it finally happened. I am sorry. Sorry not sorry, obviously. Eeeenjoy :)

There was a time when y|n and Dylan loved each other way too much to stay together. They were young and as every young couple they made some mistakes they thought they could not handle. But fate can play his cards very well sometimes, so well that they saw each other again but that time they decided to take things slow for the best of their relationship. That night it was the first time they went on dinner after two years, after their relationship came to an end.
Dylan put an end on her back and leaded her to their table, she sat and Dylan sat in front of her.
"You have never brought me here before. It must be very expensive." She teased leaning her face on her hand.

"It is, actually. But I wanted you to enjoy your time." He smiled to her. She glanced away to the girl who brought them their menus giving the wines one to Dylan smirking at him.

"Actually I want to pick the wine." She glared at her. Jealousy had the best on her, as it always was. He seemed to notice and smirked at her when the girl gave her the wine menu and then left.
"Any preferences?" She asked looking at the card then at him.
"Anything that will make you lose half of your self control." He teased. "I am kidding, y/n, relax." He giggled.

When the girl came back she communicated her what wine she picked and went for a Chianti red bottle. One of the Tuscany's finest wines and Dylan was amused by her decision. When they ordinated their food Dylan could not stop staring at her and she noticed. As long as they were left alone, she rested her hand on the table and Dylan softly and sweetly touched it with the tips of his fingers. Y/n tried her best not to shiver and tried to stop the knot into her stomach.

"Are you alright?" He asked her with a concerned expression. She nodded quickly. Dylan opened his mouth to ask her something but luckily their dishes just arrived and they spent the rest of the evening eating and drinking to expensive bottles of wine. They both were glad it was like it was their first date since they both never mentioned about their previous break up. He took the last sip of his wine and swallowed. His Adam-s apple totally visible making y/n have to look away.

"Have you enjoyed yourself?" He asked her adjusting his tie.
"Very." She smiled to him.

He was driving her back to her house when she realised she was staring a the man she loved years before. She looked at his moles, at his jaw clenching, his brown hair perfectly gelled-fixed and his veiny hands resting on the steering wheel. Suddenly one of it just rested on her thigh and she didn't move. He was scared of her reaction and when he was about to take it off she just put an hand on it, taking it and bringing it softly to her lips leaving sweet pecks on his knuckles. She saw goosebumps on his arm as her lips touched his skin. When they arrived back at home he accompanied her to the door and somehow she managed to ask him to get in and he nodded touching the back of his neck in distress.

"You haven't changed anything at all here, its still the same." He looked around her living room. She nodded and agreed. He lingered his sight on a picture of them on the sea side of the first of year they started dating. They were both laughing and he pointed at it voicing his thoughts.
"You still have it."
"Obviously. I am hot in that photograph." She mocked him and he turned to face her his voice husky in a whisper.
"I guess I am the one that makes you that hot because, look at you tonight." He was looking at her lips and she looked away.
"Dyl, we promised to take things slow this time." She clarified and walked past him. She wanted him too, but she had to keeep her promise. If she wanted things to work they would have taken it slowly. Dylan agreed and nodded.
"You are right. So, see you tomorrow.Goodnight y/n."
He smiled to her leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead. He looked at him leaving and she reached out for him, he wasn't surprised anyways. He knew her and he knew she would stop him. When he asked her if she was okay she smiled at him and leaned in getting on her tips to push her lips to his in a needy way.
"I thought you wanted to take it slowly"
"We have been good. We have done nothing before dinner." She teased and walked teasingly towards her bedroom. She got closer to him and started undoing her dress letting it fall on the floor leaving her only in her black panties. Dylan looked at her amused and swallowed before taking off his tie and taking off his shirt. They both looked at each other before Dylan leaned in and softly kissed her neck leaving wet kisses on it, sucking on her sensitive spot.
"Dylan." She whined. He didn't stop, she felt his hands move down to her thighs and suddenly he was lifting her onto her mattress.
"Say it again." He whispered. "Say my name once more y/n."
And so she did and he kissed her throat and down to her beast leaving sweet kisses all around her nipples , sucking them making her moan his name even harder.
"I love you." He said and slowly leaned in to kiss her again. She licked her lower lip and she gave him full entrance. Their breathes mixed, wine and smoke perfectly balanced. He looked at her briefly before his hands got underneath the band of her panties softly sliding them off. She pulled her legs up softly to help him. "We are not late to stop and take it slowly as you wanted." He said matter of factly. Dylans voice didn't want to tease her at all, he was being sincere and y/n was taken completely aback from this comment. As response, she slid her hands down his chest trailing them down to his now tight boxers, resting an hand right there as if she was cupping it. He let out a soft groan and reached down to her to leave another hard kiss on her lips. Lust could be felt within kilometres. He slowly reached her inner thigh teasing her without actually touching her when she needed him to touch her the most. He loved to see her begging for him silently and that's what she did. She arched her back to meet her core with his pulsing bulge.
"I will give everything that I wasn't able to give you back then." His voice was husky and with a grin on his face he kissed her hard until she gasped. His down finally reached her folds moving the tips of his fingers into her already wet fold. She moaned softly and he moaned back just seeing her wet and trembling under his touch.
He slowly pumped his tips in and out of her and she could do nothing but loudly scream his name.
"Dylan, I love you and I never wanted it so badly as now." She moaned breathless. His fingers curled into her hitting regularly his g-spot, her legs trembling as her whole body tensed up.
"I love you too baby and I know how badly you want it because I know you more than I know myself." He drew small circles on her clitoris. "I know where to touch you." He smirked. "I know exactly what you want." He listed breathlessly.
She whined while she quickly reached to put down his black boxers to let his bulge feel free. He groaned when she softly touched his tip when he stopped her kindly. "There's plenty of time to please me now I really want you to be the one that can feel it all." He whispered to her leaning in to leave a sweet kiss on her lips, she whined but then nodded sweetly.
"I want to give you my all." He said softly smiling and he went slow, pressing inside of her sweetly and careful not to hurt her. Y/n's fingertips found his back leaving stretches on it causing Dylan to moan as he adjusted into her. He waited a few seconds before moving his hips back and forth listening to her soft moans. She leaned back as his thrusts became harder. She was facing the ceiling enjoying every single moment of him into her. His fingers reached her clitoris between thrusts and within a few seconds she reached her orgasm and so did he leaving a soft kiss on her shoulder. She softly rested her head on his shoulder and then he laid down next to her taking her into his arms.y/n looked up at him tracing his moles with her fingers while he was touching her hair.
"You are beautiful." He stated.
"And you are a liar." She giggled.
"So are you." He looked up at the ceiling.
"And what is this supposed to mean?" She looked up at him and he leaned in closer.
"We were supposed to take it slow, weren't we?" He whispered.
"You bought me wine and you made it on purpose." She whined.
"Maybe I did but you still are beautiful and I love you." He leaned in and brushed his lips with hers then she turned her back to his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and their legs intertwined and after a while, they fell asleep like this. Quickly and utterly just as the beginning of their story.