Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

Just Teasing - Part Two | Dave Hodgman

Dave and I have been dating for almost two weeks and I couldn't be any happier. Sometimes, I'm still in shock that he loves me and that we're actually together. What's been annoying is that my ex-boyfriend, Jack, has been calling and texting me for the past few days, begging me to take him back. I haven't told Dave that he's been trying to get back with me, not wanting him to worry or get into a fight, even though that was never something he did.

I walked into Dave's house, heading up the stairs towards his room, noticing that his family isn't home, which meant we can have 'alone' time. I knocked on his door, hearing a faint 'come in' and I open the door, seeing Dave sitting on his bed, wearing just his boxers. My cheeks flush a bit as I walk in, closing the door behind me and place my phone on his night stand before crawling onto his bed.

"Hey, baby." Dave smiled, giving me a chaste kiss to the lips. I smiled once he pulled away, bringing him in for another proper kiss, moving my lips against his as his hands rested on my waist. I pulled away from him, smiling widely as I rested my forehead against his, my heart beating at an irregular pace.

"Hey you. I missed you," I muttered, running my fingers through his soft brown hair as his thumbs rubbed circles on my bare skin.

"Baby... you saw me yesterday," Dave chuckled and I groaned, feeling embarrassed. I hid my face in his neck, one of my hands resting against my chest as I felt comfortable enough to fall asleep in his arms.

"Shut up..." I mumbled, my cheeks becoming warm. "Is your girlfriend not allowed to miss you, even though she saw you yesterday?" I asked, licking my lips slightly, pressing a small kiss to his neck.

"U-Um," he stuttered, his hands gripping my waist a bit. "Y-Yeah, of course she is," Dave groaned, moving his head towards the side a bit. I smirked against his skin, placing wet kisses up his neck, sucking on the skin behind his ear, hearing a moan escaping his lips. I sucked on his neck, my name slipping from his lips as one of his hands moved down towards my ass, squeezing it lightly. "Christ, Y/N." I pulled away from him, admiring the dark purple spot on his neck, blowing on it a bit before pressing a small kiss to his lips.

"I love you, Dave," I smiled, intertwining our fingers together. Dave grinned, bringing our hands to his lips, pressing his lips to my knuckles softly.

"I love you too, Y/N." Our faces leaned towards each other and when our lips are about to connect, my phone rings, the sound blaring throughout the room. I sighed, pulling away from Dave, picking my phone up from the night stand, seeing Jack was calling me once again. "Who is it?" He asked and I turned the screen around, showing him who it is. His jaw clenched as I answered the phone.

"Jack... what do you want?" I answered, sitting on Dave's lap, annoying that he had interrupted our alone time.

"Y/N, baby, I want you back. I miss you. When I saw you with that nerd the other day, s-something sparked in me. I still love you," Jack pleaded and I rolled my eyes, getting a little angrier by the second.

"First things first. Dave's not a nerd. Second, I don't love you anymore, I'm in love with someone else," I muttered, staring into Dave's eyes as he smiled, rubbing his thumb against my cheekbone.

"Seriously? What the fuck does he have that I don't?" He asked angrily and I scoffed, hanging up the phone. I placed it back on the night stand, sighing loudly as I placed my forehead against his.

"What did he want?" Dave asked softly, rubbing my back and I let out a breath, looking up at him, taking his free hand in mine, playing with the tips of his fingers.

"He wants to get back together. It's what he does. Once he finds that I'm happy with someone else, he claims that he misses me and still loves me. It's all a mind trick and I've fallen for it more than once, but not this time. I'm finally happy, like actually happy with you," I muttered, my heartbeat picking up as he smiled at me before pulling me into a sweet kiss.