Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
A/n: i am feeling generous today and... I WILL PUBLISH ANOTHER ONE BUT GIVE ME SOME LOVE OR I WILL DISAPPEAR INTO A HOLE WITH LIAM DUMBAR OK BYe
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As I thought,I just slept two hours last night. He was drunk , y/n. He doesn't really think what he said. He doesn't want to make love to you. He's your best friend, for God's sake. But what if he did? What if I could finally taste those tiny lips? Who knew if his growing beard would have pinched a little. And what about that soft tongue of his? I shook my head trying to let those stupid thoughts go away.
Then I heard a knock on the door.
"Who's there?" "It's Dyl, y/n. Who other would come to your house this early in the morning?" "I don't know. Maybe my mother? Or someone to hook up with?" I said sarcastically before opening the door.
As I opened I faced the boy I learnt to love wearing his favorite pair of khakis, a black t-shirt and a Mets cap that he used to tame his hair when he had what he called 'bad-hair-day'. He had black circles under his eyes and when he leaned into me to hug me I could smell the alcohol mixed with his cologne and the smoke of cigarettes.
"What happened?" I asked him while he was going to sit down on the couch pinching the bridge of his nose. "I have such an hangover, y/n. My head is hurting so much." I went to kitchen and prepared two cups of lemon tea, it could have helped him to feel a little better, I thought. - "Just lay down and relax a little" I put my hands on his chest pushing him softly and slowly so that he could lay down. I stood up and he grabbed my wrist.
"Just.. Lay with me." He looked at me with those hazel eyes I could never say no to then whispered. "Please." I did what I have been told. He made a little room for me and I laid next to him. His breathe was still alcohol filled now mixed with the lemon of the tea he just had. I closed my eyes as his long tapered fingers touched my hair making me shiver under his touch. "Are you cold?" He whispered. I shook my head. "Then why are you shivering?" I could hear him smile into my hair and in that moment I realized I didn't want to be anywhere else if not there, with him. "Maybe I am cold, just a little." I lied and he softly reached his callous hand slowly lifting my t-shirt, drawing imaginary patterns around my navel. "Any better?" He whispered again. His voice was deeper than before. I shivered even more. "Actually I think it's worse, s-stop it." I immediately put an hand on his that was laying on my belly and he slowly intertwined our fingers.
It was now or never.
"Do you remember what happened yesterday?" I randomly asked trying to keep my breath steady. "A part from the hangover?" He sarcastically said. "Yes, a part from that" I smiled nervously. "I have been to the Mets match yesterday. It was an hell of a play! We won y/n." He softly smiled. "That's awesome! I am really happy about that." I glanced away. He didn't remember. He was so drunk he forgot he called me. "I am tired Dyl, I should sleep a little." I faked smiled him. I needed to be alone and think about everything that happened not even 12 hours before.
"Sleep with me."He glanced down at his feet. "What? No Dyl, I think that's not what friends do." I shook my head standing up. "And what is this supposed to mean? We have known each other in forever, we are the best of friends, we have slept together a lot of times, what is-" He was frowning. "What is different? Oh let me see." I pretended to think about it by touching my chin and looking up. "Oh yes, I am in love with you Dylan!" I yelled. "I really am." I whispered glancing down. "What?" He asked shocked. "You heard me. You called me saying all those bullshit that didn't even make sense." I started to walk towards my bed room when I felt his grip on my wrist making me turn around inches from his face. I could see his lightly upturned nose moving his nostrils flare as if he were concerned and almost.. hurt.
"You think that didn't make sense?" He asked. "It did?" He quickly smashed into me and pushed me against the wall. He cupped my cheeks with both of his hands and licked my lower lip to let himself into my mouth. Our tongues danced in synchronization when I put my hands on his chest softly taking off his t-shirt by his neck. He did the same with my shirt softly and stopped himself to look at my bare chest and up to my no make up- face. "You are so beautiful y/n." "What does this mean? This..Us." I asked glancing down at my feet. "This means I want to grow old with you, this means I want to please you, to love every inch of your skin and every tiny detail about you. I want you y/n, now and always. Let me take care of you, please" he said touching my nose with his. I smiled biting my lip softly. He came closer to my ear and whispered. "That's something I want to do, now isn't it?" He smirked and I nodded. He came closer and closer taking my lower lip to bite it softly letting me beg for more. I leaned in and kissed him again and softly. Softness turned into lust and passion. We ended up doing the only thing we wanted to do for a long time. We became two souls sharing only one body. We made love.
