Book 2 of Dylan O' Brien Imagines

Hot damm Thomas

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Third Person POV.

You and Thomas have been dating for a while and basically all you want is him. Like all of him.

So one night you walk into the deadheads, and almost scream from joy when Thomas follows you.

"Hey Y/N?" He asks. "Yea?" You ask him back, a little to fast.

"I really do love you Y/N." He says grabbing your waist from behind pulling you closer.

You shiver as he kisses your neck, spinning you around to face you.

"A lot." He whispers in your ear causing you to moan a little.

He starts kissing you, licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

You lock your teeth together, blocking him out, teasing him.

His hand sneaks around to your butt. He grabs it, causing you to gasp.

He snakes his tongue into your mouth exploring the new grounds.

His hands slips up your shirt, lifting it up, over your head.

Soon enough for pants are off and his shirts is on the ground in the pile.

He kisses down your neck, hungrier by the second.

As he unclips your bra you hear a whistle.

"Hot damn." You look over Thomas' shoulder and see Minho and Newt standing there snickering.

"Slim it!" Thomas yells, making them laugh more as they walk away.

The end.....