Fly Away Hero Imagines

Hunter Knoche

You didn't like the dude at all, mainly because whenever you were around, he would always tease you and annoy you about almost everything, and it got on your nerves. You knew he didn't like you since the day you met, and you've had a mutual dislike for each other ever since. He knew what got on your nerves and knew exactly what to do or say to push your buttons. And you didn't, which made you feel powerless over him. "Alright, it's my turn!" Dalton announced as he spun the bottle on the floor, slurring slightly. You were over at his house because you were pretty close, and you watched all of them get drunk. You didn't really drink so you weren't as drunk as they were. Your lips curled into a smirk as the bottle stopped at Hunter, and he stopped laughing to look at Dalton. "Truth or dare?" He asked, taking another swig. Hunter let out a scoff, "Dare, of course! I'm not afraid of anything," You rolled your eyes as Dalton tapped a finger on his chin, thinking of a great dare. "I dare you to.." His eyes flickered towards you, and they lit up, making you swallow. This can't be good, you thought. "Play seven minutes in heaven with (Y/N)." Dalton continued, causing the two boys to cheer and high-five each other, and the dark-haired boy to mutter profanities under his breath. He had an evident frown plastered on his face as he looked at me, and let out a sigh when he stood up. "Come on then, unless you're scared of doing this?" He chuckled, walking towards the closet. You didn't want to back down from this - even if you hated him, you were still willing to spend seven minutes with him in a closet if it meant completing a dare. You entered the closet after him, and heard the boys lock the door behind you. He caught you by surprise and shoved you up against the wall, his lips finding your almost immediately. You tried pushing him away, but being a boy, he was far too strong for you, making your efforts pointless. His lips continued to move against yours, and you found yourself kissing him back, making him smirk in the kiss. He was a really good kisser and they felt amazing against yours. You felt his tongue swipe against your lips, and you opened your mouth to let his tongue in. Your tongues danced, and you began to run your fingers through his hair. You wrapped your legs around his waist and gasped as he pulled away, focusing on your neck rather than your lips this time. He left a trail of open mouth kisses from your neck to your collarbones. He pressed his lips against yours, and continued your heated make out session for a few more minutes, before he stopped and pulled away. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at you with a smirk, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that,"  One second he says he can't stand you, but the next second, he would shove you against a wall and begin making out with you - he drove you crazy in a good way but in a bad way as well, and your heart dropped when you heard the door click, signaling that seven minutes have passed. He opened the door and exited, but not before he shot you a wink. "Damn that boy," you muttered.