Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Are You Nervous?

A/N:Ew. Life.

"This project is killing me. Can we take a break?" Dylan drops his pencil and books down to thrown himself back onto the bed. He closes his eyes and sighs dramatically.

You look down at your own book and decide now would be a good time to stop working for a little while. "Fine, but not for too long."

He lifts up his arms and places them behind his head, which in turn raises his shirt and reveals his stomach and the lining of his underwear just above his jeans. He notices you staring and raises his eyebrows playfully before saying, "So, does this count as a date or are we not on that level yet?"

You roll your eyes and respond, "Seeing as how we're in your bedroom for work and not pleasure, I wouldn't consider this a date."

Your relationship with Dylan has always been complicated. You both know you like each other but neither of you have done anything about it. You have fun flirting with him, but this is the first time he's even mentioned going on an actual date.

He raises his eyebrows and sits up. "So you're saying you'd come into my room for "pleasure" any other time?"

Your rolls your own eyes at him and hit him in the shoulder with your book. "I don't mean that type of pleasure!"

He winks and says, "I know. I'm just joking with you," before looking back down at his notes.

You don't want to stop flirting with him, so you think of doing something else to pass the time. When you finally come up with something, you say, "I really don't feel like working anymore. Let's play truth or dare."

Dylan snorts and shakes his head. "No, that games overrated. You never find out anything good and the dares are always lame. Have you ever played Are You Nervous?"

"No, what's that?"

"It's sort of silly. You touch the other person and ask them if they're nervous until they finally break and say they are. If they give in then you win."

"Well that's completely different from truth or dare but I'd rather do that than this stupid project."

"I'll start." He places a hand on your knee and asks, "are you nervous?"

You can't help but chuckle at how easy it'll be to win. You say no and ask him the same question as you place a hand on his chest, uncertain if that's even a good place to start. Dylan says no and takes his next turn. He slides his hands up to your thighs and you say you still aren't nervous.

Before you can take your next turn, he leans toward you and to your surprise, you don't pull away. His lips make contact with yours as the two of you fall completely onto his bed. He gets on top of you and breaks away from your lips to kiss you neck and collar bones. Dylan's hands roam your body ferociously and yours do the same. You tug at his hair and feel his back muscles as he reaches under your shirt to tease you by placing his hand over your bra to feel you up. Shorty after he begins removing your shirt all together. He leaves a trail of kisses from your chest down to your belly button before coming back up to meet your gaze.

You lock eyes for a second before he comes closer to whisper in your ear, "Are you nervous now?"