𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤 [𝕕𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕠'𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟]

the couch

‼️smut and language warning‼️
[im also awful at writing smut so i'm sorry😩]

~Dylan's POV~

I don't know when it started. All I know is that every time I see her I just want to bend her over my kitchen counter. Is that wrong? I think it is. I cant think about her like this, for Gods sake she works for me.

Sometimes I think she wants it too, but then again she could just be messing with me. It's not right, I get that. There's just something about her that makes me want to make her scream my name as I pound into her from behind.

I heard the back door unlock from where I was in the living room and I knew she was home.

"Hey! I'm home!"

She walked past me into her room, but I caught a glimpse of what she wore today. A skirt with fishnets and some kind of nice shirt. I shook my head to rid myself of the thoughts that I was going to have and focused on whatever I was doing.

"Oh did you need any help?", The door to her room opened.

I turned around to look at her but only her head was out. I shook my head no, because if I opened my mouth I'd probably try to fuck her. She took her head back and I turned back to my stuff.

~Y/N's POV~

I closed my door and listened to see if he would come in, or at least try to talk to me. He didn't.

So I laid down on my bed, and let my brain do the rest of the work. First, I turned on my TV so he wouldn't hear me if he happened to walk by. Then, I waited for a couple minutes again.

Nothing happened, so I undressed. After that, I got under the covers and covered the lower half of myself, meaning if he walked in I would be in a bra.

I think you know where this is going.

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I finished, pulling my hand up above the covers and catching my breath. I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts before walking to my door.

I opened the door and, there he was, wide eyed and staring at me.

"I-, uh, I was gonna ask if you... if you wanted something to eat..."

"Nope! Thanks"

I quickly shut the door again and started slamming my hand on my forehead. Maybe he didn't hear anything, but then why was he looking at me like that? I groaned and opened my door one more time, but this time he wasn't standing there. Good.

I went to the bathroom to, clean up, then wash my hands. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were still slightly flushed and my hair was messed up so I quickly smoothed it down and composed myself.

I walked out of the bathroom with my head down. I noticed him out of the corner of my eye sitting on the couch. I tried to walk past him into my room but he noticed me first.

"Y/N, come here, please..." He motioned his head for me to come to him.

I sighed and walked over to him, pushing my hair out of my face. I sat down next to him, but I put some distance between us.

"What'd you need?"

"Um, I wanted to just... talk to you. You seemed on edge earlier."

"Oh, oh, yeah no I'm fine. I mean you just startled me, standing in the door like that.", I messed with my hair.

"Oh yea, sorry about that, I was about to knock, the next thing I know then door opened", He laughed nervously.

"Okay, come on spit it out. There's something else you want to say"