Matt Dillon imagines ♡

Rusty-James

"I ain't doing it"

"Cmon Rusty-James, we'll do it together" I plead.

There is nothing harder than trying to get my boyfriend to do his homework. "You want me to die of boredom Y/n?" He asks dramatically, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. "Stop being dramatic, it's only history" I roll my eyes.

"Who cares about the past? I'm in the now" he sinks into the couch after stubbing out his cigarette butt in the ashtray. I take a seat on his lap, his arms immediately wrap around my waist. "I'll make you a deal huh?" I say which catches his attention, his ears perking up.

"If you do your homework with me, we can make out for as long as you want" I offer with a grin.

Rusty-James smirks widely. "Let's just make out now," he says and tries to catch my lips but I turn my head so he meets my cheek. "Na uh, after homework" I reply and he groans. Sexy, but he has to wait.

I grab the textbooks and flip them open as we finally start. I can tell he hates it by the way he drags his pen across the paper. "I'm not smart" he whines. "You are smart, you're just not word smart baby" I give him a kiss on the cheek.

Rusty-James chuckles and starts to try as I read aloud about the Victorian era. We laugh, we argue a small bit but overall there isn't anybody else I'd rather spend my time with. When I notice he's had enough, I decide to treat him.

"How about we take this upstairs?"

"Let's go baby" I've never seen him so excited before as he scoops me up, throws me over his shoulder and carries me up to my room.