Dylan O'Brien Imagines

"Can I come in?"

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You loved college. The extra learning, the being treated like an adult, the boys, it was all just so exciting. And especially the boys, and especially after last night. You had been on your first date with a guy you had met at college. You felt rejuvenated with a slight spring in your step. Thats how simple it was to reflect how he made you feel. Although it was only for a passionate second, the moulding of your lips would forever be your drug. His soft, plump lips have become an addiction, a healthy addiction and his brown eyes have pierced a permanent memory in your head.

You spent the entire day after locked away in your room, kind of studying. He had texted you in the afternoon and you struggled keeping concentration while you battled studying and replying. You didn't believe in the three-minute wait and were eager to text back within seconds of receiving the messages, luckily, he responded quite quickly as well. His texts were everything you had seen in better parts of himself last night, which ensured that you would giggle like a pathetic school girl causing strange looks from your roommate, who eventually left although you hadn't noticed. By eight in the evening you had given up on study and instead pulled your jean clad legs to your body, slid your glasses on top of your head, fidgeted your feet in penguin socks and fell into a deeper likening for this boy.

Giggling lightly at his last reply, you were struck from your own world as a loud knock pounded from the door. Your roommate usually forgot her key so you didn't think too much about it before opening the door. Although, instead of a girl, there was a boy, your boy, who was leaning against the door frame in a striped shirt and khaki pants exuding so much confidence, you might just pass out.

"Hey," his voice was like butter and you considered melting rather than passing out.

"Hey," you mimicked his response, in a bit of shock that he was even here. Most girls were waiting around for him to call, but you got him to text you all day and then magically appear at your door.

"Can I come in? I would've called first, but I've been texting this beautiful girl all day." His smile was laced with lust as he peered down towards you. You simply nodded, scared of what words might come out.

"So what have you been doing today?" His hands were stuffed in his pocket as he walked into your room. His eyes followed around the basic interior design of a college student dorm before he picked to sit on your bed. The photos on the bedside table were probably a dead give away.

"Yeah, just, um, studying." You stuttered as a reply.

"Well I might be able to help, which subject?" He looked at the books you still had laid out on your bed.

"I think you've helped quite enough," you sensed some sass come through. "You were quite the distraction all day." You folded your arms over your chest. There was something about the illusion of being taller than him that you like.

"Oh really?" His quizzical tone and raised eyebrows added some humour to his words. He stood and paralleled your actions, standing only a mere metre away.

"Yes," you tried to speak with some authority, but his height intimidated you again.

"Well, I'd really like to make it up to you," his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes as he took a slight step closer to you. You took a long gulp.

"Oh really?" You didn't convey nearly as much power as he had before. He nodded down at you, sliding even closer to you. "What did you have in mind?"

You almost regretted asking once he brought his hands up to your sides. Your breath was hitched in your throat from the touch of his veiny hands. His eyes pierced into yours, the same picture you had remembered from last night. His head drew even closer to yours, and you welcomed it. You began to pucker up before a devilish smile appeared on his face. He grabbed your sides and began to tickle you. You couldn't control the immense laughter escaping your lips as he moved you to the bed, tickling you all the way there.

"Dylan!" You begged between laughs and breaths.

"(Y/N)!" He mimicked your high tone and stopped. He slid in beside you and rested his hands around your stomach, just cuddling you. You had been in the fatal position, trying to escape his tickles yet relishing in the joy. "Can I take you to dinner again?" His head was rested in the crook of your neck, and you loved the intimacy.

"Of course," you whispered as you tried to conceal a smile that was hard to fight.