Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Bad Ass Dylan

You were at school and it was your last hour. You couldn’t wait to get home so you could get some rest, you were tired and people pissed you off today.

Finally, the class was over but before you could leave, your professor called you.

“Yes ?” You said while you walked toward his desk.

You frowned your eyebrows when you saw Dylan was also there. He looked confused and so were you, you didn’t understand why the both of you were called by the professor.

“What are we both doing here ?” Dylan asked, showing how annoyed he was.

“That’s good you are asking this, it show you’re instere-”

“I’m not interested.” He cut the professor off which makes you not comfortable because you could never do that to a professor.

“Well, you don’t have the choice anyway. Since your grades are not really good, you will attend evening classes.”

Dylan laughed and you were still confused, you didn’t know why you were here.

“Im not doing this. And why is she even here ?” Dylan asked, not even looking at you which hurt you.

“Oh believe me you’re doing it and (Y/N) is here because she will be the one who will teach you.”

“What ?” You said without thinking.

“I’m sorry but I won’t change my mind until Dylan’s grades are better.”

“But-” you started but Dylan cut you off.

“What ? You’re afraid of what your boyfriend could think ?” He said in a cold and sarcastic tone.

“You can fight but not in this class. Now go to work.”

You gave Dylan a death glare and left the class. If only this whole thing was a joke !

“Im not happy to work with you too.” Dylan said, making you jump because you thought he left.

“I didn’t say anything.” You replied.

“Yeah, well your face did.”

“Shut up.”

You are pushed against the wall but not in a hard way. Dylan is in front of you, it’s almost like he was about to kiss you and you were holding your breath because you didn’t know what he was thinking.

“You better not say this again.” He whispered slowly, his hot breath caressing your cheeks.

“Or what ?” You whispered back.

He looked a little bit amused but you couldn’t really know because Dylan was the type of person who never show his feelings.

“Or I will be the one who will shut you up.” His body was almost against yours, his lips almost kissing yours and you couldn’t move. You could feel something in your stomach, something you never feel with your boyfriend.

“We sh- should get back..” You tried to speak louder. “We should work.” You said, pushing him away.

—————— At Your House

“For god sake Dylan, can you stop acting like you’re so damn idiot !” You said, completely upset.

“Someone is frustated here.” He said, a smirk on his face.

It’s been one hour since you came home with him and you felt like helping him wasn’t a good idea since he didnt want to be helped. Plus, you were sure he was intelligent.

“If your grades are not better, we will be stuck together and I fucking know you’re not an idiot so why dont you work ? What do you want ?!”

He was looking at you and it was so intense. You never see someone looking at you like that. He stand up and walked to you and he pressed his body against yours, making you gasp.

“Start with F, end with U.” He whispered in your ear before he started to kiss your neck.